hi guys! i lwk hope i'm not talking to myself here for being shadow banned lol. i decided to branch off into another fandom i've been a part of for a while. this is my first Ateez fic and fic that i'm posting in a while so please be kind to me and i hope you enjoy it :) also thank you to @guerillateez-graphics for the amazing banner 💜
The brightness of the lights on the stage dimmed as the group sang the final chorus of one of their more popular songs that always got the ‘Hatchlings’ riled up. Kairo steps forward and gives his speech, making the fans cry. As the rest go on with their speeches, they take their final bow and look up at their fans.
“Hatchlings, this may be our last night as RAVN, but you will always be our wings. Thank you for flying with us.” They announce as the lights go out and they walk offstage, Lux comforting Eon as he fans his sweaty, tear-stricken face.
You look up from the screen in the boys’ stylist room, smiling at them when they enter. “Hey guys. Your show was amazing. Also, I told you your hair would be fine Zaney,” you tease, poking at Zane.
“Noona,” Zane whines as he flops over your back.
“I know how to manage hair. It’s my job after all. I am gonna miss you guys though,” you pout.
“You have our numbers and we’ll all stay in touch of course. Besides, we’ve been together for so long our friendship isn’t just going to fade away just because we’re disbanding.” Lux adds as he pulls them in for one last group hug. “This is one of the few times I’m initiating physical contact. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“And that’s why your animal ego is a black cat, Salem-hyung.” Eon teases as he and the others join you in the hug.
“Why y—” he growls as the others laugh.
“So what’re you guys gonna do now?” You look up at them when they pull away.
Noir is the last to pull away, squeezing you tighter. “We should celebrate. Maybe some barbeque? Short rib on hyung!”
“We’re all paying. Don’t make Kairo pay for everything,” you chastise, hitting his shoulder.
“Why do you always hit me?!”
“Because it’s always you or Eon causing nonsense or pranking the others. Also, Eon’s still puffy-eyed from crying on stage so I’m not going to chastise him.”
Noir huffed and crossed his arms. “And here I thought I was your favorite…”
“I told you I don’t have any favorites, Noir. You guys get changed, I gotta pack up my stuff. I’ll meet you outside by the car after you say goodbye to the hatchlings before they get their feathers ruffled,” you tease. “I’ll be outside the parking lot.”
“See you then, our future on-call stylist,” Zane teases as you walk out.
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .
That was almost five years ago. You miss your boys dearly and a part of your heart will always belong to RAVN and their fans. Who knew it’d be so hard to get a job post getting let go? Sure volunteer work helps build up the resume, but getting sprayed with bath water by dogs and hissed at by cats for washing pets might not be the way to do it. Opening the door to your apartment, you groan as you take off your shoes and flop on your couch. You hear a trill by your head, making you look up as you see your gray shorthair, Mandu, staring at you sleepily. “Did I wake you pretty girl? I’m so sorry.”
You reach up to let her smell your hand before scratching under her chin just the way she likes. Mandu purrs as your fingers dance along her fur. Your phone rings, pulling you away from her scratches, making the sleepy kitty fuss.
“One second, sweet girl.” Looking at the phone, you see a selfie of you with Ha-rin hugging. “It’s your Aunty Ha-rin.”
Mandu yawns uninterestedly.
“Hel—”
‘My job-free bad bitch of a bestie I need your help, this is life or death!’
That’s Choi Ha-rin, your best friend who just happened to be the feistiest Omega you’ve ever met. You met back in cosmetology school and ended up working at HYPEONE Entertainment before being assigned to separate groups.
“Hello to you too, Ha-rin. What is it this time?”
‘ATEEZ! They’re having a fanmeet and I can’t go because NOVA has a fanmeet and I gotta do the girls’ hair. I need you to go for me. Please, please please please pl—’
“You’ve gotta stop using me as your errand girl.”
‘Get a steady job then. I’m sure someone out there wants to hire the former hairstylist of the RAVN.’
“Ah hah ha…Fine, just come by tomorrow. I have to go grocery shopping so come by after work or on your lunch break or whatever…”
‘Oh my God, yes! I love you! I’ll see you then!’
“Uh-huh.”
‘I’ll bring the fried chicken you like so much.’
“The spicy one from Crash Landing on You?!” You sit up on the couch. “Oh, you do love me! I’ll see you then!”
Tomorrow rolls around quicker than you thought, your small moment of peace disappearing when Ha-rin knocks frantically on your door. “Y/n!”
You roll your eyes and let her into the house, mouth watering at the smell of the chicken. Before you can even ask, you see her carrying a large tote bag on top of her usual purse. “So…what’s with the bag…”
“We’ll get to that later. Now where’s my sweet furry cutie?” she coos, alerting Mandu who walked in from your bedroom. “There she is! Come to Aunty, cutie~”
Mandu meows in surprise as she’s picked up. She presses her paw against Ha-rin’s lips when she tries to give her kisses, opting to receive pets and to be carried around like the tiny diva she is instead.
Ha-rin sits on the couch with Mandu in her lap as she puts the box of chicken on the table with her tote. “Come eat first.”
“I think you want me to start calling you, Unnie,” you tease sitting next to her as she opens the box.
“Maybe…” she teases.
“You’re not even that much older than me,” you playfully pout as you hand her the first piece of chicken.
“But you love me anyways,” Ha-rin giggles before gripping your arm. “Also, if you call me Unnie in public I’ll kick your ass.”
“Noted.”
“Now eat before it gets cold.”
You take a piece for yourself, idly chatting before getting to the matter at hand. “Oh Spicy Original my beloved,” you groan, biting into your first piece. “Thank you, Ha-rin.”
“Since you’re so thankful and you already agreed—you can’t back out now— I brought some stuff and maybe some of Min Hyuk’s stuff too, for you to get signed for us.”
“Please tell me the whole bag isn’t what you want signed…”
“Five items each. Also, a gift for each member.”
“Oh wow…wait, when did you even meet up with him?”
Ha-rin flips her hair. “I have my ways. Min’s been so eager to get back into the media since stepping out of the limelight as Noir. He said, ‘I want the world to know me as Seo Min-Hyuk and Noir.’”
You scoff playfully and keep eating, sneaking a piece of chicken for Mandu who takes it out of your hand and tries batting your hand for more when you finish another piece. “No, sweetie, you can’t eat too much greasy food.” You eat more chicken for yourself, not noticing Ha-rin giving Mandu the drum part of the chicken wing.
“So, is there anything specific you want me to do?” you ask, mouth full of chicken, covering your lips so no food spills out.
Ha-rin shakes her head. “I bought the ticket. Just go there and get the stuff signed and then you’ll be on your way.”
“If you say so…” you sigh. “So when’s the meet?”
“Thursday.”
“Thursday…GIRL TODAY IS WEDNESDAY!”
“Surprise?” Ha-rin giggles sheepishly.
“I look like a mess! I can’t let them see me like this!”
“I thought you weren’t an Atiny.” Ha-rin gives you a knowing smile.
“Atiny or not, you want me to go in your gorgeous ass place to meet eight god-like looking men?! I look like a troll! I can’t fix this,” you gesture to your face. “In less than twenty-four hours!”
“Okay, first of all, you’re gorgeous too. Secondly, just take the tote, put on some scent blockers and you’ll be okay.”
You take a deep breath, calming down due to her sweet yet mild scent. “Thanks…”
“Anytime. Now, let’s go raid your closet for cute meet the idol outfits.”
“Just don’t trash my room again.”
Ha-rin gasps dramatically. “I would never!”
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .
Stepping into the venue, you were instantly hit by the vibrant energy in the air. Fans chattered excitedly, some clutching albums and banners, others practicing what they would say to their idols. You weren’t immune to the buzz, despite trying to keep yourself detached. The excitement was infectious, and for a brief moment, you let yourself enjoy the moment, taking in the atmosphere with a small smile.
Being the last in line had its advantages—more time to observe, and less pressure to rush through the experience and have it blacked out from your memory from sheer anxiety. But it also meant anticipation built with each passing moment. You watched as other fans excitedly stepped up, exchanging words with the members, some teary-eyed, others giggling nervously. Then, finally, it was your turn.
You approached the table where Hongjoong sat, his sharp eyes lighting up as he greeted you. He took your album and tilted his head slightly, curiosity evident.
" Hi! Thanks for waiting so long,” he said warmly.
You smiled. “No problem. It’s nice to meet you. I actually brought gifts for everyone from my friends that couldn’t be here. They’re more Atiny than I am, to be honest. Some are just for fun, but others are a bit more meaningful.” You reached into your bag and set down a small pile of neatly wrapped items. “I hope you like them. Just a little something to say thank you for your music.”
One by one, you met each member, exchanging words and gifts that felt more meaningful than you had expected. You handed Jongho a small plush apple, which made him chuckle, and Yeosang a sleek-looking pocket mirror that he admired quietly before thanking you. You offered a soft but sincere, “You are loved.” Yeosang’s lips parted slightly in surprise before he nodded in appreciation, while Jongho’s expression softened, his fingers lingering slightly as he handed your album back.
To Yunho and Mingi, you said with a grin, “Look after each other.”
The two alphas exchanged amused glances before Yunho clapped Mingi on the back. “We always do,” he assured you.
You handed them matching bracelets. “My friend Min Hyuk said you two are always together, so he thought these would fit.” They grinned, immediately putting them on.
When you reached Wooyoung and San, their mischievous energy was palpable. “Never change,” you told them, shaking your head in amusement.
Wooyoung smirked, clearly pleased, while San clutched his chest dramatically. “Was that a compliment? I’m taking it as a compliment.” Wooyoung received a tiny prank gift—a rubber chicken keychain—which made him burst into laughter, while San was given a small, heart-shaped note with an encouraging message.
“Ha-rin said you always give love to Atiny, so here’s a little love back.”
San’s usual playful expression softened as he accepted it.
Finally, you stood before Seonghwa and Hongjoong again. Something was grounding about their presence, something that made you hesitate just a moment longer before speaking.
“Before I say what I want to say, I have these last two gifts for you.” For Seonghwa, you took out a beautifully crafted moon-themed journal, and for Hongjoong, a tiny compass pendant. “For when you need to find your way,” you told him with a soft smile. “Also, this is from me, since I know how hard the industry is: Although you care for Ateez,” you said, voice steady, “Atiny will always care for you.”
A beat of silence. Something flickered in Hongjoong’s expression, something unreadable.
Seonghwa’s gaze softened ever so slightly, but there was a sharp attentiveness beneath it as if he were assessing more than just your words.
“Your words mean a lot to us. Even if you aren’t a big Atiny like you said,” Hongjoong smiles fondly before pausing. “This might be awkward to ask but are your scent patches peeling off?”
You slap your hand against your neck, face burning in embarrassment as you try pushing the peeling edge back on your skin. “Oh my God, this is so embarrassing! I’m so sorry!”
A beat of silence.
Seonghwa’s gaze softened ever so slightly, but there was a sharp attentiveness beneath it as if he were assessing more than just your words.
Then, the air between you shifted.
It was subtle at first—the way Hongjoong inhaled slightly deeper, the way Seonghwa’s posture straightened.
The ripple of awareness spread outward as the others picked up on the change. Their reactions varied—curiosity from Wooyoung and San, intrigue from Yunho and Mingi, a quiet understanding from Jongho and Yeosang.
“Your scent…” Hongjoong murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His brows furrowed slightly, as though he were trying to place something familiar yet unfamiliar.
Seonghwa was less hesitant. “You smell like chai...” His voice was calm, but there was an intensity beneath it, a note of recognition that made your breath hitch. “It’s sweet and homey...”
You stiffened slightly, caught off guard. Scent recognition wasn’t unusual, but in such a public setting, it was rare for alphas—especially respected ones like them—to acknowledge it so openly.
“It’s comforting,” Hongjoong added after a pause, his contemplative expression settling into something almost amused. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear his thoughts, then offered you another small, knowing smile. “A good kind of familiar.”
You forced a small laugh. “Uh, thanks? I’ll get going. Enjoy your gifts.”
After you walked off stage, the atmosphere among the members subtly changed. Seonghwa’s eyes lingered a little too long in the direction you had gone, his posture stiff. Hongjoong exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He was tired—overworked, emotionally drained—but something about today gnawed at him.
Back at the dorms the rest of the group hung out in the main living room, except for Hongjoong and Seonghwa who went straight to their dorm.
“Joongie-ah…Joong…Hongjoong!”
Hongjoong heard Seonghwa calling out to him but he couldn’t figure out how to respond. It was like his instincts were on overdrive and one wrong move would cause all of these new emotions to boil over. For some reason, he thought back to you for a sliver of a moment: how your eyes sparkled when you talked to all of them, the way your hair frames your face, just you in general, and don’t get him started on your scent. He’d been working tirelessly for months, constantly focused on the group’s schedule and responsibilities, and the interaction with you had unknowingly highlighted just how drained he truly felt. His mind replayed the words you had said to Seonghwa earlier, and the way your presence seemed to soothe something within him, something he hadn’t realized he was missing.
Seonghwa, who had noticed the subtle shift, caught Hongjoong’s eye. His expression softened for a moment, but then it tightened as if he knew exactly what was happening. He stepped closer to Hongjoong, his voice low but tinged with concern. " Hongjoong, are you okay?”
Hongjoong’s gaze snapped toward him, the quiet resentment in his eyes barely masked by a forced smile. “I’m fine. Really.”
But his tone didn’t match his words, and Seonghwa could tell. The familiarity of the exchange wasn’t lost on him—he knew Hongjoong better than anyone.
“No, you’re not,” Seonghwa responded, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone, a subtle warning of his protective Alpha nature. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard and something is obviously on your mind. Don’t shut me out.”
Hongjoong’s jaw clenched, frustration bubbling under the surface. “I said I’m fine. Stop mothering me, Seonghwa. I can handle it. I don’t need you to lecture me every damn time.”
Seonghwa’s brows furrowed, taken aback by the sharpness in Hongjoong’s tone. “I’m not trying to lecture you. I’m just worried.”
“I’m fine, Seonghwa! I don’t need anyone’s pity,” Hongjoong snapped, the words biting harder than he intended. His chest tightened, and he turned away abruptly, his fists clenched at his sides.
Seonghwa took a step forward, his expression unreadable for a moment, but the tension in the air thickened with each passing second. The weight of unsaid feelings, the constant demands of the group, and the undeniable attraction Hongjoong had tried to bury began to resurface, and it only made things more complicated.
Before Seonghwa could respond, Hongjoong had already stormed out of the dorm, passing the younger members and leaving the housing altogether, his movements sharp and agitated.
Seonghwa’s eyes lingered on the empty space where he had stood, his mind racing. His concern for Hongjoong mixed with something else—something deeper, something he hadn’t been able to define until now. The quiet ache in his chest grew as he watched Hongjoong retreat, leaving a palpable silence in the wake of his departure.
The rest of the members watched their leader and pack Beta storm out. “Was that Joong-ah?”
Mingi asks, sitting up from his spot next to Yunho. “Is he okay?”
“Should we go after him?” Jongho asks.
Seonghwa steps out of his room and walks into the living room, gaining the attention of the other members as he gets water from the fridge.
“Hyung?” San calls out. “Is everything alright?”
Seonghwa looked at the closed door before turning to San and the others. “We’re fine. Hongjoong just needed to get some air.”
The others look at each other as the eldest walks back into his room, closing the door behind him.
“Joong-hyung never goes out for air like that…” Jongho mutters.
“I hope they’re alright,” Wooyoung mutters, his scent dampening with worry. “I’ve never seen them fight like that.”
“I think they’ll be fine. Fate has ways of making things work,” Yeosang assures from his spot. “Those two always see eye to eye.”
Hongjoong doesn’t come back to the dorms that night.
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .
Your phone rings as you step onto the bus, the familiar name flashing across the screen. " Hello?”
‘Where are you right now?’ Ha-rin’s voice rings through the speaker, barely containing her excitement.
“I’m heading home. Why?”
‘Meet me at the place where we got bulgogi and japchae last week. Min Hyuk’s already there waiting for us.’
“Wait—when did h—Hello? Ha-rin?” You pull the phone away from your ear, huffing as you see the call disconnected screen. Typical. No warning, no real explanation—just orders.
With a sigh, you clutch your tote bag and get off at the next stop, making your way toward the restaurant. The scent of sizzling meat and savory sauces greets you as you step inside, weaving through the tables toward the back where you spot Min Hyuk waving eagerly.
“Y/N!” He calls out, grinning as you slide into the seat across from him and Ha-rin.
“You guys ordered already?” you ask, setting your tote down beside you.
“We were waiting for you,” Ha-rin says, flipping the menu over. “The server should be by soon, but first—details. Spill. How was the meetup? Were they as handsome as they are in their videos? Was Wooyoung as chaotic as I imagined? Did Seonghwa’s beauty temporarily blind you?”
Min Hyuk rolls his eyes. “Maybe let her breathe before interrogating her.”
You chuckle, shaking your head. “They were really nice. And yes, they’re just as attractive in person. They also really loved your gifts, Ha-rin.”
“I knew it!” she squeals, clapping her hands. “I put so much thought into those.”
Min Hyuk cocks a brow. “And I didn’t?”
“You got Yunho and Mingi matching bracelets. That was the bare minimum.”
“They were cool bracelets! Also don’t forget the chicken,” Min Hyuk defends, before turning back to you.
“Okay, so if they were all so nice, what’s this ‘tiny incident’ you just glossed over?”
You hesitate, but Min Hyuk’s stare sharpens as his Alpha instincts start to show. There’s no escaping this.
“My scent patch started peeling, and Hongjoong and Seonghwa picked up on it,” you admit, rubbing your temple.
Ha-rin gasps, nearly knocking over her water glass. “Y/N! Are you serious?!”
Min Hyuk sits up straighter. “That’s not nothing. What happened after?”
“I mean… nothing bad,” you shrug. “They said they liked my scent, so I guess it wasn’t the worst thing ever. Just… really embarrassing.”
Ha-rin beams, practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh, I’m so happy for you. But I need explicit details. How did they react? Did anyone else notice?”
You sigh, knowing there’s no escaping their curiosity, and launch into the full retelling as the food arrives. Between bites of bulgogi and japchae, you recount each moment—the warm smiles, the small but meaningful conversations, and, of course, the scent recognition.
Ha-rin nearly chokes on her rice when you mention Wooyoung’s reaction to the rubber chicken keychain. “I knew he’d love it! I could just feel it in my soul.”
“You would gravitate toward the most mischievous Omega in the group,” you tease, nudging her with your chopsticks.
Min Hyuk snickers. “She’s just projecting.”
“Hey!” Ha-rin pouts, crossing her arms. “I can appreciate good chaos.”
Min Hyuk chuckles before turning back to you. “So… did anything else happen? Any particular members stand out to you?”
You pause, recalling the way Seonghwa and Hongjoong lingered just a second too long, how their reactions to your words had been a little too intense to brush off as casual fan service.
“Not really,” you lie, shoving a bite of food into your mouth.
Min Hyuk eyes you suspiciously but lets it slide. “Well, whatever happens, you better not forget us when you become Ateez’s personal hairdresser.”
You nearly choke. “What?!”
“Oh, come on,” Ha-rin joins in, grinning. “You said their stylist was out on leave, right? You’ve been freelancing since RAVN disbanded—you should just apply to KQ and see what happens.”
You scoff, waving them off. “Yeah, right. Like they’d hire me.”
“Why not?” Min Hyuk asks. “You’ve worked with idols before. You handled five men under constant scrutiny for years—Ateez would be nothing compared to that.”
You purse your lips, suddenly feeling the weight of the past few months. Losing your stable job with RAVN had thrown your life into uncertainty, and while freelancing was keeping you afloat, it wasn’t the same. You missed the structure, the consistency, the sense of belonging.
“I don’t know…” you murmur. “It just feels like a long shot.”
Ha-rin nudges your arm. “The worst they can do is say no.”
Min Hyuk nods. “And if they say yes? That could change everything.”
You exhale, staring at your plate. The idea had never crossed your mind before, but now, sitting here with your best friends, it doesn’t seem so ridiculous. “…Maybe I’ll think about it.”
As you toy with your chopsticks, Min Hyuk suddenly leans back with a smug grin. “Enough about Y/N’s potential future as Ateez’s stylist. Let’s talk about me for a second.”
Ha-rin groans. “Oh god, here we go.”
You snort. “What now? Did you get cast in another commercial?”
Min Hyuk scoffs, clearly offended. “Excuse you. I’ll have you know I landed the male lead in an upcoming drama.”
Your eyes widen. “Wait—what? Seriously?”
He nods, looking far too pleased with himself. “Yep. It’s called Moonlight Echo. Filming starts next month.”
Ha-rin gasps dramatically, nearly dropping her chopsticks. “Shut up! You got the lead? That’s huge!”
You blink, still processing. “Min, that’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
“I wanted to make sure everything was finalized first,” he admits, stealing a piece of japchae from your plate. “I play a music producer who falls for an up-and-coming singer he’s supposed to be mentoring, but—plot twist—she’s actually been lying about her identity the whole time.”
Ha-rin wiggles her eyebrows. “So… how many kissing scenes?”
Min Hyuk chokes on his drink. “That’s your first question?!”
You burst into laughter as he glares at both of you.
“Okay, okay,” you say, still giggling. “In all seriousness, I’m really proud of you, Min. You deserve this.”
His expression softens. “Thanks, Y/N. But don’t think I’m letting you off the hook—you’re still applying to KQ.”
You groan, but Ha-rin cheers, raising her glass. “To Min Hyuk’s rise as a leading man and to Y/N’s future job at KQ Entertainment!”
You shake your head, laughing as you clink your glass against theirs, but deep down, the idea doesn’t seem so impossible anymore.
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .
The practice room at KQ is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the harsh overhead fluorescent lights that buzz quietly. The faint hum contrasts sharply with the atmosphere in the room, which feels thick with tension. Yeosang, Mingi, San, Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yunho are scattered in a loose circle on the floor, their water bottles littered around them like forgotten props. Some of them are leaning against the mirrors, while others absentmindedly stretch or fiddle with their hands, trying to distract themselves from the palpable unease.
“I don’t want to talk bad about Joong-hyung or Hwa-hyung or anything,” Yeosang mutters quietly, his voice low as if he doesn’t want to make the words feel too real. “But I’m really worried about them. Something changed, and I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed it.” His eyes dart around, meeting the gaze of his members, each one catching the same unsettling vibe that’s been growing in the air since the fanmeet.
“Yeah,” Mingi agrees, his tone cautious yet urgent. “Things have been off since that day. What could have happened? We were all there... nothing seemed weird, but... now everything’s different.”
“I don’t know,” Yeosang sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I don’t like it when things get like this between any of us. It feels like something’s breaking.” He winces slightly, unsure whether to continue, but the weight of the situation is heavy in his chest.
Wooyoung scoffs from his spot on the floor, arms crossed, his usually playful demeanor replaced with a darker edge. “I hate it when they fight. It messes with the whole vibe, y’know? When things are off between them, it’s like... walking on eggshells. I can’t even breathe without worrying about who’s mad at who.”
Yunho, ever the optimist, stretches and tosses a towel over his shoulder before leaning casually against Mingi. He ignores the faux-irritation Mingi throws his way when he gets sweat on him. “This is getting ridiculous,” he mutters, his voice tinged with frustration. “They’ve barely looked at each other for days. And whenever they are in the same room, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.” He shudders as he rubs his neck, the thought of it making his shoulders tense.
San bounces his legs restlessly, eyes distant. “It’s more than just a fight,” he says, his voice quieter now but with an undeniable edge of concern. “Seonghwa-hyung is our Alpha. Hongjoong-hyung is our Leader. When they don’t talk, everything feels off balance. It’s like the whole Pack is out of sync.”
Wooyoung, always the one to speak his mind, lays himself dramatically across San’s lap, his usual carefree attitude fading into something more somber. “And the worst part? They’re acting like we don’t notice! We’re supposed to be close enough to see it when something’s wrong, but they’re pretending like everything’s fine. They always fix things quickly... so why hasn’t this time been the same?”
Jongho, ever observant and thoughtful, adds in his quiet, yet piercing voice, “I think it’s Hongjoong-ie. There’s something off about him, something deeper than just the argument. He hasn’t been sleeping much, and... he looks exhausted. Like he’s carrying something heavy but doesn’t want to show it.”
The others hum in agreement, their faces reflecting the same concern as they recall Hongjoong’s growing frustration, the distance he’s been putting between himself and everyone else. They’ve all seen it—how he’s been retreating, physically and emotionally, every time they try to reach him.
Yunho mutters under his breath, " He’s been pushing himself harder than usual. More than normal. And it’s not like him.”
Wooyoung nods, his brow furrowing in worry. “Yeah, it’s like... more than just stress. He’s usually the one who keeps everything together, but now, it’s like something’s broken.”
Yeosang rubs his arms nervously, a cold shiver running down his spine. “Something’s definitely off with him,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really hope he’s okay.”
Jongho hesitates for a moment as if weighing whether he should speak up, but finally, he does. “I don’t want to speculate, but... his scent. It’s different. It’s stronger... more dominant. I noticed it the other night when I passed by his studio.” His words hang in the air, heavy with implication, and a cold feeling spreads among the group.
San frowns, the thought unsettling him. “So what? He’s just stressed, right? That’s probably all it is.”
Mingi, who’s been quietly processing the situation, cuts in with a more serious tone. “No, I’ve noticed it too. It’s different, like... something’s changed. And Seonghwa’s been reacting to it, even if he’s not saying anything.” He stares at the floor, his voice growing quieter. “This isn’t good. Not at all.”
Before any of them can offer a response or try to piece anything together, the door to the practice room suddenly slams open, the noise sharp against the stillness of the room. Immediately, the atmosphere shifts, as though the very air tightens in response to the person who has entered.
It’s Hongjoong.
He walks in, his presence undeniably commanding, and his normal scent of maple and chili fills the room. But today, the chili is more pronounced, the spicy note almost overwhelming, as if it’s clinging to the air in a way it never has before. His presence feels heavier and more intense, the shift in the room is almost palpable.
Yeosang stiffens, his omega instincts flaring up instantly, making him keenly aware of the change in Hongjoong’s aura.
Wooyoung shivers, though he quickly tries to mask it with a playful scoff, but the unease in his eyes is unmistakable.
Hongjoong, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere, rolls his shoulders, exhaling deeply as if shaking off the weight of the world. “What are you guys just sitting around for?” he asks, his voice a little deeper, almost instinctively demanding. “Practice isn’t over.”
The members exchange looks, their uncertainty hanging in the air like an unspoken question. It’s as if they’re all waiting for something—anything—that will help them make sense of what’s happening.
Wooyoung is the first to break the silence, his usual playful tone now laced with genuine concern. " Hyung... are you okay?”
Hongjoong freezes for just a moment, the briefest flicker of something passing across his expression, before he shakes it off as if it were nothing. “I’m fine,” he mutters, his gaze darting around the room before settling elsewhere. “Where’s Hwa?”
Jongho shrugs, his expression unreadable. " He left earlier. No idea where he went.”
Hongjoong clicks his tongue, his expression blank, and without another word, he strides toward the mirror to begin stretching, as if everything is normal. But the Pack watches him carefully, their realization sinking in slowly but surely. Something is definitely different about Hongjoong—though none of them can pinpoint exactly what. The air is thick with tension, but the silence is deafening as they all try to figure out what’s really going on.
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .
Seonghwa’s lavender and sandalwood scent comes off as a burnt forest with a field of flowers. The rush of emotions drastically makes his scent shift as he thinks about the changes in both himself and Hongjoong. The night air and the emptiness of the park somewhat helped him cool off the slowly bubbling anger beneath the surface. Thoughts raced through Seonghwa’s mind as he stared up at the stars.
‘What changed in Hongjoong recently?’
‘He wasn’t always like this…did I cause this?’
‘Was he right? Am I overbearing?’
Seonghwa is pulled away from his thoughts when he spots a figure stumbling down the path, almost bumping into the bench he’s on. “Oh!” He instinctively catches her before she falls, gently sitting her down on the bench. “Miss? Are you alright?” He looked over your face. ‘Wait a minute…isn’t she that girl from the fanmeet?’
You look up at the man who caught you. “Oh, look, a pretty man caught me. Wow, you’re idol type pretty, sir. Thank you for catching me. But you look sad. Why are you sad, pretty?”
Seonghwa felt his cheeks burn at the unexpected compliment. “It’s nothing.”
“But you look like you want to cry about it and someone like you shouldn’t. I’m tipsy, not blind. You smell like a field of forest flowers after a rainstorm. Why’re you sad?”
“Something’s off with my…” ‘Should I say mate? I mean Hongjoong is my mate but people outside of KQ don’t know that we’re a pack with pairings…But at the same time will she remember this? Although I don’t think I’ll see her again so maybe this won’t bite me in the ass later…’
“Hello? Pretty sir? Are you still with me?” You tilt your head as you gently wave your hand in front of his eyes.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, um, I guess my mate. He’s been acting differently lately. It’s not like him. I mean yes, there are times when he can exude authority but this is different…he’s, i don’t know, angrier? I don’t know what to do? I want to talk to him but I don’t want to seem like I’m mothering or anything…I’m sorry I just dumped my problems on you.”
You heard maybe half of that, temporarily distracted by how pretty and somewhat familiar this guy looked with the mask on…weird. “Well, change always happens in a relationship. Be it good or bad, it’s up to you if you’re willing to change as well or stay stuck in one place. Be the sand that flows in the ocean, not the stubborn boulder stuck to the seafloor.”
Seonghwa thought about the analogy you gave him. “Thank you…” he mumbles, nodding softly.
You bow and get up, placing your hand on his shoulder. “I…I gotta get home. My Mandu…she’s probably fussing about why I’m not home to pet her belly.”
“Mandu?” Seonghwa’s head tilted before following after you when you started to stumble again. “Wait, are you sure you don’t want me to get a cab for you? What if you live in a bad neighborhood?”
You give him a slightly drunk smile. “I’ll be fine, Mr. Pretty. But thank you for worrying. Have a good night and good luck.”
Seonghwa watches you stumble and walk down the path. “Mr. Pretty?” He was used to being called pretty by fans and his fellow packmates but from you, for some reason, it felt…different.
mina opens the door for katsuki, playfully swooning at his white shirt stretched across his chest. “you look yummy.”
“don’t say that. where’s tiny?”
“y/n~” mina calls to your bedroom door but there’s no response. “one sec.”
katsuki watches her skip to your room, shutting the door. he hears both of you talk back and forth until mina shoves you out of the room.
“you look fine, stop worrying.”
you look up at katsuki and turn around in embarrassment. “oh my god he looks so good and i look terrible!”
you’re wearing a pastel pink plaid skirt with white long sleeve scoop neck shirt paired with white chunky wedges and thigh high socks to tie it all together. all bought by katsuki and maybe a little too casual for a fashion show and dinner.
“no you don’t, you look so cute,” mina grins.
you inhale deeply and turn back around to face katsuki. “okay, hi.”
‘fuck, she looks cute.’
“i like your hair,” he comments.
you touch your braids. “are you making fun of me for what happened with the whole hair thing when we met?”
katsuki’s alpha yells at him for the comment. “no, i mean it. your hair looks nice with the curls at the end.”
“thank you, katsuki,” you smile.
katsuki holds out his hand. “are you ready?”
you nod and let out a slight purr as you take his hand and walk out the door with him.
“have fun! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!” mina calls out as you walk to the elevator.
you giggle and nod as katsuki rolls his eyes. “i heard there’s not much she wouldn’t do,” he mutters.
“she’s very experimental,” you laugh and press the button on the panel.
“have you two ever…?” he trails off vaguely.
your face heats up as you look away. “w-why would you ask me that?”
“she was really comfortable taking your heat toy out.”
“ mina’s my best friend and we’ve been through a lot together.”
“so…”
you huff. “there was that one time after this guy dumped me like a week before my heat a few years ago. but that’s it, i swear!”
katsuki’s alpha growls lowly at the thought of someone else touching you but he holds it back since you trust mina. he kisses your cheek and smirks to himself when you get slightly flustered.
“good. my parent’s show starts in about half an hour,” he tells you as you both step outside.
“sounds good. where’s the show, anyway?”
“nakagi hotel.”
you gasp loudly at the name. “the nakagi hotel?!”
nakagi hotel was so high end only big shots and celebrities got to stay there.
“i’ve always wanted to go there,” you squeal and hold his hand, bouncing excitedly. “i heard the restaurant grows their own veggies on the roof. is that true?”
“i dunno, probably.”
“do the chandeliers twinkle like stars?”
he shrugs. “maybe.”
you squeal again and hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m so excited! thank you katsuki!” you stretch on your toes—despite your heels he’s still annoyingly taller than you—to plant kisses on his cheeks and jaw.
“hey hey, you’re covering me with your sticky ass lip gloss!” he protests.
“oh. sorry,” you mumble, retracting your hands.
‘shit.’ “maybe a couple more…”
“yay!” you give him one last kiss, this one a little longer than the others, and rub your cheek on his collar despite your scent patch.
“why do you wear that stupid thing?” he scoffs. and opens the passenger door for you.
“i don’t want alphas to go into a frenzy,” you explain. “omegas are required by law to wear them in public spaces.”
“you don't gotta worry about them when i'm with you. besides,” he trails off, lifting your scent patch and taking a deep whiff, letting out a deep growl-like rumble. “the only alpha who should smell you is me.”
you feel your face heat up as he pulls away and starts the car.
“katsuki, don’t do that!” you whine, covering your face.
“but you smell so good. like a freshly baked butterscotch cookie.”
“you smell nice too. like.” you smell his neck. “like making caramel by a fire.”
‘omega likes our scent. claim her!’
he shakes his head to get rid of the thought. “we’re gonna be late.”
“ooh this is gonna be so much fun!”
katsuki chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls out of the curb, driving towards the hotel.
*
your eyes widen as you look around the massive lobby.everything bathes it warm light that makes the white walls shine. “wow, it's so pretty,” you marvel.
“close your jaw pretty girl before you catch flies,” katsuki chuckles.
“everythings just so fancy—ooh look at the chandelier!” you point upwards.
“yeah, it's very shiny. c'mon before we're late.”
you look over at him and grab his hand. “lead the way,” you chime, happily letting him lead you outside into the garden.
you ‘ooh’ at the set up, standing next to the raised glass runway lit up by soft blue lights. “pretty.”
‘you’re prettier,’ he thinks.
“katsukiiiiiii!” a shrill voice calls from somewhere down the grass. “katsuki is that you?!”
“shit,” he sighs, subtly letting out irritated pheromones.
“what’s wrong?” you ask.
“my hag.”
“hag?”
“katsuki bakugou, you have some nerve coming here and not letting me know—oh! i didn’t know we had another model. she’s kind of short but i have the perfect outfit she can wear,” a tall woman that looks like a gender-bent, carbon copy of katsuki. “why do you smell stressed?”
“i’m fine,” he growls before calming down when you try to hide behind him and let out soft, calming pheromones.
she grasps your wrist. “come dear, let’s get you dressed.”
“i’m not a model, ma’am,” you squeak out.
“no? but you look like one.”
“she’s with me,” katsuki speaks up and pulls you close to him.
“hmm? oh. oh! i see, so how did you meet this one? in one of your little clubs like the last one?”
“that’s beside the point. you’re different,” he says to you.
“it’s not that big a deal,” you reassure him then turn to the woman. “i’m just a plus one. it’s nice to meet you.”
“you too. i’m katsuki’s mother, mitsuki.”
“...are you sure? you just…you look really good.”
“oh, you're so sweet! katsuki, are you sure you found her in your club?”
“let’s go sit down,” he grumbles, softly tugging you along.
“bye mrs. bakugou,” you smile as she watches you follow katsuki to your reserved seats.
‘she seems nice, and he looks happy,’ mitsuki thinks as she watches katsuki look fondly at you while helping you sit, draping an arm over your shoulder. ‘im happy for him.’
about ten minutes later the show began as the lights along the runway lit up and started swirling around the glass.
‘ladies and gentlemen, people of all presentations, welcome to sakura sunset.”
the models all walk up and down the runway one after another. you look up at them and gasp in wonder at the detailed sunset coloured outfits. ‘so pretty,’ you think.
you notice one of the male models wink at you as he walks past in an orange and brown outfit.
‘oh…’ you think as your cheeks warm before chirping softly when katsuki pulls you closer and kisses the top of your scent patch, side-eyeing the other alpha as he walks towards the curtain in the back.
‘asshole.’
you lean on him, purring as he keeps kissing your neck. “there are people around.”
“don’t care. you’re with me. people should know that,” he grumbles and softly bites above the patch and makes a hickey, laving his tongue over it.
“stop,” you chastise half heartedly and pull away to watch the beautiful mix of traditional and modern fashion. you’ve always known the bakugou’s were talented in their fashion but seeing it in person hits different. maybe you can get a cheaper piece for yourself.
once the show was over you stood in the private lounge area, near the buffet table, softly nibbling on one of the crackers they had for guests and sipped on a small flute of seltzer.
while you’re figuring out where to throw a salmon bite you realise you don’t like, your nose picks up a strong smell very close to you. sandalwood with a hint of something zesty.
“hey.”
you turn and come face to chest with the alpha who winked at you from the runway.
“hi,” you smile politely—putting the salmon bite in a tissue. “you’re the model in the hakama pants. they looked really good.”
he runs a hand through his dark hair. “thank babe. names shindo yo. what’s yours?”
“l/n y/n.”
“pretty name for a pretty lady.”
you giggle nervously but your omega preens at the praise. “thank you.”
“what’s someone like you doing down here? you should've been on stage with me.”
“i’m a plus one.”
“so who’s the lucky alpha? or beta?”
“me,” a voice growls from behind the brunet.
“katsuki! hi,” you chirp. “did you try the salmon bites? they’re kinda gross.”
“bakugou katsuki, it’s been a while,” shindo grins as katsuki glares at him. “how’ve you been?”
“shindo,” katsuki grumbles and shoves past him to talk to you. “you okay, pretty girl?”
you nod and keep drinking from your flute. “the seltzer’s really good,” you hum. “is shindo one of your friends? he looks like deku.”
“we’re not friends. ”
shindo puts his arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re best friends. katsuki and i modelled together years ago before he stopped. also, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”
katsuki growls low in his throat and shrugs him off. “no, we’re not.”
you look at the two before shrugging and continuing to drink your seltzer while you browse through the rest of the snack options.
“how did someone like you find a plus one this beautiful? is she an escort?” he whispers quiet enough for only katsuki to hear.
katsuki snarls at him. “no, fuck off.”
you pick up a tiny sandwich and bite, scrunching up your nose at the taste. ‘fancy food sucks…’
“so you don’t mind if i tried to…”
“back off, knothead, she’s with me,” he snaps. “y/n, we’ll be late for dinner.”
you turn around, your cheeks slightly puffed up from the crackers. “mm?” you swallow and wipe your mouth. “okay. bye shindo.”
“don’t talk to him,” katsuki grumbles as he leads you away.
“shouldn’t we say goodbye to your mom?”
“she’ll know that i’ve already left. i don’t stay long at these things.”
“ohhh, okay,” you smile and hold his hand, interlocking your fingers. “this was so much fun. i can’t wait for dinner.”
katsuki feels pride swell in his chest as you follow him towards the garden entrance.
mitsuki shouts at the two of you, making you stop while katsuki groans and turns around.
“katsuki, get back here!”
“you know i was leaving, hag. what do you want?”
mitsuki pushes a man in front of her. “i want her to meet your father. masaru, that’s katsuki’s little girlfriend, isn’t she adorable?”
“you have a girlfriend?”
‘i’m his girlfriend?’ you think as your omega jumps wildly. ‘did alpha choose us?!’ “hi, no, we’re just going out,” you explain, nervously laughing. “nothing official yet.”
‘not yet,’ katsuki thinks. “we’re going to get dinner.”
“you better treat her right,” mitsuki calls out as katsuki leads you inside the hotel towards the exit.
as you and katsuki walk outside, you’re both blindsided by the flashing cameras of after show paparazzi.
you flinch at the barrage of questions as the lights flash. katsuki grips your hand tighter and pulls you away from the large crowd, leading you towards his car. once inside, he notices your distressed scent, peeking out from beneath your floral patch. “are you okay?” he asks, stroking the back of your hand.
“so many people,” you mumble. “it was so loud and they were asking so many questions. is that normal for these things?”
katsuki nods. ‘omega’s sad. comfort her, dumbass.’ “don’t worry, i barely go to these things so you don’t have to worry.”
“mm, okay,” you hum and rummage through your purse for a new patch. you slowly remove the old patches so you don't hurt yourself. “i think i sweat mine out.”
the car is filled with your sweet butterscotch and vanilla scent. the heaviness filling katsuki’s nose and settling in the back of his throat. “you smell amazing with or without it, pretty girl,” he rumbles.
you look over and smile at him. “thank you. my last boyfriend said i smelled too sweet. i’m ninety percent sure that’s why he broke up with me but he said ‘i’m too clingy’ so i dunno.”
“well he sounds like an idiot. you’re not clingy and you definitely don’t smell too sweet.” katsuki kisses your cheek and noses your scent gland as you purr before chirping when he licks your scent gland. “so fuckin’ delicious,” he groans. before smelling the change in your scent. ‘she likes it when i do this?’
you whine softly as he keeps licking and sucking your scent gland. “katsuki.”
he pulls away and kisses you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while resting his other hand on your plump thigh, squeezing the flesh slightly.
“alpha,” you whimper when his hand glides higher up under your skirt.
“yeah, pretty girl? something on your mind?” he chuckles smugly.
you squirm in place, mind racing and omega going crazy. “you, alpha,” you whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties.
you lift your right leg onto the dashboard as katsuki gently tugs your underwear to your knees and kisses your scent gland again as his fingers dance along your folds, rubbing your clit. your whole cunt is covered in slick, coating his hand even before he puts his fingers in you.
“goddamn, you’re wet,” he groans as you tilt your head back into the headrest. he pushes his nose closer to your scent gland, kissing and running his rough tongue across the sensitive skin while slowly pushing a finger inside. “fuck, you’re so tight, pretty girl. relax for me, okay?”
you whimper softly as he kisses and nips your jaw before squeezing your chest.
“that’s a good girl, there we go,” he smirks as your eyes flutter. he starts thrusting his finger before eventually adding a second and rubs your clit with his thumb.
you fist his shirt, panting heavily against his mouth. your hips jerkily grind into his hand, your toes curling in your socks. his fingers curl up into the roof of your cunt and you throw your head back with a cry, your leg trembling as your body seizes up. your cunt squeezes katsuki’s fingers, slick dripping down his wrist. he can’t wait to feel you squeeze his dick and knot like that.
katsuki pecks your lips before pulling his hand away and licking at his fingers. “you even taste sweet,” he chuckles. he kisses your cheek and cleans you up with some wipes he had in the glove compartment before starting the car.
you let out a happy purr and lower your leg as your scent filled the car. ‘i want him as our alpha. hurry up and ask him!’ your omega yells at you.
“i think…i think we should open the window,” you mutter and press the button to let fresh air in.
‘noooooooo!’
*
katsuki drives up to a fancy restaurant and hands his keys to the valet as he steps out before walking over and helping you out of the car.
“ooh,” you hum. “i know this place. i heard their seafood is really good.”
“what type of seafood do you like?” katsuki asks, walking you inside.
“i like shrimp, salmon—ooh, i love lobster too. but it’s so expensive.”
“well whatever you want tonight, you can have.”
you look up at him, your eyes wide. “you mean it?”
“yes, i do,” he nods. “table for two under the name bakugou.”
the hostess picks up two menus and steps out from behind the glass podium. “follow me please.”
the booth is a little further inside the restaurant, away from the hustle and bustle.
“someone will be here with some bread and take your orders in a moment,” the hostess smiles as she hands you the menu.
you and katsuki talk idly until a male omega makes their way over, immediately grabbing their notepad from their apron pocket and placing a tray of bread and butter on the table.
“good evening, my name is benjiro, and i’ll be your waiter tonight. can i start the two of you off on any drinks?”
“can i have the strawberry lemonade,” you smile and point at the name of the drink on the menu.
benjiro scribbles it down. “and you, sir?”
“water,” katsuki says curtly.
“all right, i’ll be back soon.”
the omega bows slightly and makes his way towards the kitchen.
“you didn’t want any alcohol?” katsuki asks you. you flip the page of the menu, scanning through the seafood options.
“hm? alcohol? i don’t drink.”
“you got a reason?”
you shrug nonchalantly. “i’m not really big on alcohol. i think the last time i drank was at my college graduation party and i passed out.”
“so you’re a lightweight,” he chuckles as you pout. “don’t worry, i don’t drink much either.”
you roll your eyes playfully and look at the entrees. “ooh, the lobster linguini sounds good with a side of garlic knots. i think i’ll get that, what about you katsuki?”
“i think i’ll get the sirloin with a side of wild rice,” katsuki decides, closing his menu and eating a slice of bread. “hmm, pretty good.”
“ooh, that sounds so good. i’m rethinking the lobster now…” you mutter.
“i think the lobster is a good idea, but whatever you want i’ll get it for you.”
you click your tongue. “can’t eat too much so i’ll just have the lobster linguini.” you decide and close the menu.
katsuki smiles at you and eats another slice. “so how have you been?”
“pretty good, i helped treat a kid with bronchiolitis the other day. they were wheezing for almost a week, but i figured out the issue. what about you?”
“i’m thinking of expanding my club. there’s a space near block seventeen that opened up and i’m thinking of opening another location. i also made a new recipe for the club.”
“ooh, that sounds interesting. what is it?”
“you’ll have to visit the club to find out,” katsuki grins, reaching over and placing a hand over yours.
your feet kick giddily under the table, your face hot when you squeak out, “okay.”
the waiter comes by and places your drinks on the table. “strawberry lemonade for the lady and water for you, sir.”
“thank you,” you chirp.
“so, are you two ready to order?”
“oh, yes. i’ll have the lobster linguini with a side of garlic knots.”
“a good choice. and for you sir?”
“i’ll have the sirloin medium well with wild rice on the side.”
you make a face after benjiro leaves. “medium well, really?”
“what’s wrong with it? how do you eat your steak?”
“okay, i know if i answer you’re gonna make it a whole thing like everyone does.”
he raises a brow.
“i like it well done…” you mutter under your breath.
he withdraws his hand from yours. “i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
“no, you’re not allowed to make fun of me,” you whine and hold his hand again. “my dad just always made it like that so it grew on me.”
“your dad has shit taste in cooking steak,” he chuckles and links your fingers again.
“don’t disrespect her like that,” you pout indignantly. “she’s a great cook. wish some of it rubbed off on me though.”
“don’t be discouraged. i can still teach you and then you can make yourself some lunch instead of going to that soba place around the corner from your office.”
“i like their soba. it’s good, yeah, but homemade is always better. ooh, can you teach me how to make the omurice you made me last week?”
“sure, tiny.”
you smile bashfully and shrug your shoulders. “thank you.”
dinner goes off without a hitch. you love the food, even stealing some from katsuki’s plate.
katsuki pays for the meal and walks you out, holding onto your waist while the valet brings the car around.
the moment you say goodnight to katsuki and kiss him goodbye, mina practically tackles you for information.
“girlie, you gotta tell me how it went!
“it was fun. i took pictures of the clothes i’ll send to you later. then we went for dinner.”
“did anything happen~?”
your cheeks heat up. “no…”
“ooh, something did happen! did you guys fuck?”
you squeal in embarrassment and rush to your room, shutting the door before she can come in.
“you can’t hide from me forever, bestie!” she calls out.
locking the door, you flop onto your nest and check your phone to read katsuki’s text. “you’re so embarrassing!”
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>gn pretty girl
you pout. as much as you actually wanted to fuck, you’re still too nervous and your omega won’t stop yelling at you for just letting him finger you in the car. you even wore cute lingerie for it.
me
<<gn
<<🧡
huffing you toss your phone aside and get ready for a shower and bed.
just before you go to bed, you put on your favourite pink negligee, attempt what you think is a sexy pose, take a photo for katsuki, before tucking your braids in your bonnet.
katsuki changes out of his dinner clothes and sits down on his bed. ‘today was a good day,” he thinks, subtly releasing happy pheromones. his phone buzzes beside him and his alpha perks up as your name pops up with an image attached.
tiny
>>{1 image attached}
his breath hitches at the image of you in sheer pink lingerie from the neck down. your boobs pushed up by the material and a hint of dark brown areola peeking out.
‘holy shit, she’s fuckin stunning.’
katsuki adjusts the lighting of his room before removing any extra things in the background and leaning against his headboard, taking a picture of his sculpted upper torso.
me
>>so fucking beautiful
you’re stunning pretty girl
>>{1 image attached}
tiny
>>thank you alpha 🧡
me
<<you really like pink
tiny
>>it’s my fave
>>comfy pink stuff💓💗💖💘
katsuki feels his alpha jump for joy as you text him.
me
<<good to know
<<next time i’ll make something pink for you
tiny
>>💖
>>a pink cake would be so cute🎂🥺
me
<<that’ll be your next lesson
tiny
>>🤩😍
>>thank youuu
he sends the picture, waiting for a reaction.
you sit up in bed when you see the ‘{image attached}’. “ohmygod?”
you hesitantly open it and get greeted with a close up of his torso. ‘jesus christ he’s buff,’ you think as you keep staring at the photo.
me
<<you’re so buff alpha
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>thank you pretty girl
your omega practically drools at the thought of katsuki’s chest. ‘alpha’s big and strong! he’s perfect!’ i gotta get in shape…’
you pout and look at the picture you sent him, suddenly self aware of all the folds and rolls squishing up.
me
<<katsuki can i ask you sumn?
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>ofc
me
<<my heat is next month
<<on the fifth
<<do you maybe wanna help me?
katsuki’s eyes widened as he reread the text. ‘she’s asking me to be her heat partner! yes!’ ‘you better say yes. she came to us’
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>yes
>>i’ll bring clothes
>>you better have food
you squeal excitedly and quickly text him back.
me
<<thank you!!!!
<<i will
<<cant wait!!
your excitement dies down when insecurity fears its ugly head again. you’re gonna have to get in shape before then.
you open another text thread.
me
<<hiii
<<you guys still awake?
camie(*'ω'*)
>>yup
>>what’s up club bestie
mina🌺
>>everything alright
>>you’ve been holed up in there since your d8
camie(*'ω'*)
>>date???（⊙ｏ⊙）
>>👀👀👀
>>you cheating on katsuki?!😱😱
me
<<we’re not even official
<<we went out 2nite
<<fashion show and dinner
camie(*'ω'*) is calling…
you answer the group facetime and camie’s screaming cuts through the speakers.
“ow. hi camie,” you groan and lay back on your cat squishmallow.
“spilllll i must know all the details!” camie’s face bounces on the screen while sporting a grey face mask.
“okay okay,” you giggle as mina leans in despite being in the other room. “so i met his parents. his sire is soooo intense!”
“ohmygod she iiisss. i love her though. she was so iconic in the nineties. faaaveee.” camie makes a heart with her hands.
“his dam’s so sweet.” you kick your feet. “he definitely gets his attitude from his sire. they look identical too, it’s insane.”
“what’s her name?” mina asks.
“mitsuki bakugou.”
mina clicks on her laptop and pulls up mitsukis old modelling pictures.“wow, they look like twins.”
“anything else?” camie asks and props her phone up on her sink counter to start washing her face.
“i got hit on by one of the models.”
“you can’t just drop a bomb like that on us!” camie sputters, her face damp.
“did you catch the guy’s name? was he nice? do i need to go hide a body?” mina asks worriedly.
you minimise the call and open instagram, typing as you say, “i think shindo yo? i just remember that he looks like a brunette version of deku.”
his instagram page pops up. “ooh, he’s cute. is it weird if i like his picture? this one.” you share the picture of him in a suit to the group.
“i thought you liked katsuki?” camie teases.
“i do! but we’re not official so i can still look…”
“he looks like an asshole,” mina laughs and zooms in on the picture.
“katsuki doesn’t like him. he seemed nice but the way he flirted was a little creepy…” you mumble. “my omega liked it though.”
“very conflicting. if you had a choice to choose between them, who would you pick?
camie giggles and waits for your response.
you roll onto your belly, squishing the cat. “oof. katsuki for sure. he’s so hot. ugh, i have to hit the gym to keep up with him.”
“what, no you don’t. alphas are supposed to be big. omegas are small and squishy, and you’re perfect the way you are.”
“hmph. i dunno.” you go to katsuki's instagram page. “he’s always around model-type girls.”
“those girls only want him for status, trust me,” camie assures you. “he likes you because you’re cute and nice.”
“and smart,” mina adds. “with a great body.”
“guys stooop,” you whine, covering your face with your free arm.
camie finishes up and exits the bathroom. “but if you wanna hit the gym, we’re not gonna stop you girl.”
“thanks, you guys, but i have to spill more tea.” you kick your feet eagerly.
“ooh. fill my cup bestie,” mina grins.
“so i asked him to spend my next heat with me…”
“shut up! no you didn’t!” camie gasps.
“i did!”
all of you squeal eagerly.
“camie, what are you screaming about?” a male voice asks off camera.
“i’m chatting with the girls, inasa!” camie explains.
your door opens and mina rushes in still squealing.
“what did he say?!” mina grins flopping beside you on the bed.
“he said yes!”
she flops onto your nest, hugging you. “oh my god, i’m so proud of you! my bestie’s growin’ up so fast!”
“minaaa,” you whine as she nuzzles her cheek into yours.
“no, you’re getting loved on. accept it,” she giggles. “beta love is the best kind.”
“ummm no girl, omega love is top tier,” camie argues. “now you have to go to the gym, girl?”
“really?”
“he’s gonna go into a rut and you need to work on your stamina for that? have you ever been with an alpha?”
“no.”
she clicks her tongue and shakes her head sadly. “r.i.p that pussy.”
“what?!” you panic. “is he gonna hurt me?!”
“not intentionally,” camie shrugs as mina hums in agreement. “it’s hot though.”
“it is. eijirou always bites me and it does hurt but it’s natural.”
you hum. “that’s scary…”
“the first time inasa claimed me, yeah it was scary but when you’re in heat you don’t really feel the pain of the bite until it’s done and by then it heals up.”
“claim?!” you gasp and rub your neck. “it’s way too early for that. but biting does sound hot…okay, i’ll work on my stamina.”
“we could hit my gym on your day off,” camie offers. “i can get you in for free.”
“you’ll do great!”
*
you stand outside of the lavish looking gym wearing a pink sweatsuit, braids tied up away from your face as you wait. mina loudly slurps her milkshake.
“mina, stop it,” you scold.
“it’s good, don’t judge me,” she whines.
you roll your eyes and keep an eye out for camie. “camie said she’d be here, waiting for us.”
“maybe she got distracted?”
“she texted that she’s down the street.” you look down the sidewalk.
“alright, let’s just wait out here.”
a black porsche pulls up onto the curb a little ways from where you’re both standing. camie steps out in grey matching leggings and a tank top. “hey girlies!”
“hi,” you smile. “you look nice.”
“so do you girls! thanks for driving me here, babe, i’ll see you later, okay?”
camie leans into the car and giggles softly before coming out smelling like cinnamon and coffee.
“i love you too. hi ladies!” an alpha with a buzzcut grins from inside the car.
“hi.” you wave.
“yo,” mina nods.
“lemme know when you're ready,” he waves, pulling out of the curb once camie steps back.
“we’re gonna have so much fun,” she squeals. “i have some workouts to build up your stamina and they totally work.”
“if you say so,” you mumble nervously.
camie leads you both inside the gym. luckily there’s only two other people so you don’t feel as anxious. she flashes her membership card to the receptionist and tells them you and mina are with her.
“woah, this place is fancy,” mina whistles.
you nod and follow camie to the workout room.
“okay girl, first thing you gotta do is squats. you’ve already got junk in the trunk but it helps soooo much with your stamina.” she gently swats your butt. “this outfit is so cute.”
“thank you,” you smile. you watch camie do a couple before trying. “like this?”
“good, but you need to keep your arms straight. yeah, like that. do twenty more of that.”
“you’re doing good bestie,” mina grins. “i’m gonna go run on the treadmill. holler if you need me.”
“we will,” you nod before sitting on the ground after five.
“girl you barely got halfway,” camie sighs.
“i don't go to the gym like you do. i get my steps in by working,” you sigh.
“let's try the exercise bike. work those leg muscles then we can try this again.”
“alright.”
you spend half of the day doing stamina exercises and cardio, nearly passing out near the end.
“you okay?”
“no,” you wheeze. “i hate it here.”
“but we’re almost done. just one more squat rep and we’re done.”
you groan loudly and roll onto your belly. “i’m gonna die.”
camie nudges you with her sneaker. “come on. this is for your hot sexy alpha.”
you swoon. “hot sexy alpha…” you mumble and stand back up. “okay, i can do this.”
camie chuckles and pats your shoulder and watches you squat. a devious thought crosses her mind. “let’s go get mina and take a selfie before we leave.”
“can we get food too?”
“there’s this place with great salad.”
you scrunch up your nose. “salad?”
“it’s healthy.”
“being healthy sucks.”
she pats your back. “you’ll thank me later. finish up.”
“fine salad it is…” you squat a few more times before groaning when you get up. “done.”
after a lemon water break, camie pulls you and mina in front of one of the large mirrors by the weights, holding up her phone. “okay, say ‘cheese’.”
camie takes the pic and sends it to you both before helping you get your things.
you forward the photo to katsuki and smile to yourself as you leave the gym.
tiny
>>{1 image attached}
>>gym day w/ the girls
katsuki feels his phone vibrate as he chastises one of the bartenders. he sits down on one of the couches and checks his messages. ‘tiny, what are you up to?’
me
<<why you at the gym???
tiny
>>wat else do you do at the gym???
me
<< >:(
<<don’t be snarky
tiny
>>camie invited me
“ugh, camie,” he growls quietly.
me
<<ok
<<you look cute or whatever
tiny
>>or whatever? 🥺
katsuki practically saw the pout on your face. ‘goddammit.’
me
<<don’t look at me like that
<<i can feel those puppy dog eyes staring at me through the screen
tiny
>>😊
>>gonna go eat ttyl 👋🏾
me
<<alright
<<be safe
katsuki smirks softly at his phone and puts it back in his pocket.
“aww, bakubro has a crush,” eijirou hums over katsuki’s shoulder.
“what the fuck shitty hair?!” katsuki growls.
“crush?” denki asks curiously as he walks out of the storage room. “kaachan has feelings?”
“quit calling me that!” katsuki growls.
“no. who's the lucky person?”
“that girl mina brought two weeks ago. birthday girl with the front tie and bell-bottoms.”
denki taps his chin. “okay, two questions. who is mina? and who is the girl?”
eijirou taps his phone a few times and opens mina’s instagram page, scrolling until he finds a picture of both of you mina took before you went to komori. “that’s mina and that’s her friend.”
“oh, they're cute. is mina single?”
eijirou frowns a little. “she’s my girlfriend.”
“is your girlfriend single?”
“moving on. that’s bakubro’s new girlfriend who’s not a girlfriend because he’s too nervous to ask.”
“if kacchan doesn't ask her out can i? she’s cute.”
katsuki’s scent shifts to a bitter burnt caramel, alarming denki a little.
“didn’t she call you during her heat?” eijirou asks.
“yeah but that’s different.”
denki pats his head. “look if you want her, just ask. the worst is she says no.”
katsuki huffs. “okay. get back to work, idiots.”
*
a knock at your door pulls you away from the fridge. “coming!” you call out and waddle in pain over from the kitchen, opening your door. “hi katsuki! come in.”
katsuki walks in with a couple of bags, smooching your cheek. “hi tiny.”
you rub your cheek on his chest, covering him in happy pheromones. “you got the ingredients!”
“yup,” he chuckles. “even bought something else.” katsuki holds up a white bag. “this is for you.”
you gasp and take the bag, moving the tissue paper around as your omega jumps for joy. ‘alpha bought us a present!’
inside the white gift bag is a pink and purple pegasus squishmallow. “oh my god, it's so cute!” you squeal, taking it out and hugging it. “and fluffy! i love it i love it i love it! thank you!”
“you’re welcome,” he chuckles.
you pull him in for a hug and look down at the plush in your hands. “hey, can you scent it for me? just so your smell is always in my nest.”
“what about the shirt you stole?” he inquires.
you hug the plushie tighter. “i had to wash it and now the scent is gone…”
“do you want me to scent that again?”
“please?”
katsuki chuckles and places the bag on your counter. “empty the bag and i’ll go scent the stuff. where is it?”
“it’s in my room on my pillow.” you give him the plushie.
“you’re letting me in?”
you nod and point him in the direction of your room. “its next to the cow squishmallow.”
katsuki chuckles and goes into your room. “you really like pink, pretty girl,” he chuckles to himself before grabbing the shirt and rubbing it along his wrists and neck. he places the plushie beside the cow and scents them both for good measure before going back to the living room. “alright, i’m done with the shirt.”
you waddle over from the kitchen with a strawberry in hand. “where'd you get these strawberries?—god my back.” you moan and crack your back.
katsuki notices the slight limp in your step and feels a little weird. “are you okay?”
you hum in question and eat the strawberry.
“why’re you walking like that?”
“cause camie had me doing squats all week. i could barely move around at work,” you complain. “i’m not cut out for the fitness lifestyle.”
katsuki, and his alpha, relax. “better be careful, tiny.”
“i’ll be careful. so what do we do first?”
“wash your hands and then we’ll start on the wet ingredients. but before that,” he pauses, walking over and wiping off some strawberry juice that's spilled from your mouth. “this.”
katsuki cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, humming from the sweet taste of you mixed with strawberry. he pulls away and smiles down at you. “always so sweet, pretty girl.”
you stare up at him as your face warms. “katsuki,” you whine as you cover your cheeks.
“yes?”
“you can’t just do that!”
“why not? you’re cute when you’re all flustered,” he chuckles as you whine even more.
“you’re so annoying,” you pout.
“i’m annoying but you let me in your nest?”
you chuff and smack his chest. “let’s just make the cake.”
the pink strawberry shortcake is easy to make, even if you added a little too much flour. katsuki supervises you the whole time, annoyingly pointing out every single mistake.
“it’s just a cake,” you sigh as you mix in the eggs.
“it has to be perfect,” he retorts.
“no it doesn’t.”
“if it’s for you, yes it does.”
“katsuki…”
“i mean it. now, don’t forget the food coloring.”
after the cake is cooled and iced, you step back and admire your work. “wow, i made a cake!”
katsuki nods. “yes you did. next time you can make one on your own.”
“it’s so cute. i can’t wait to try it.” you take a picture of it and send it to mina then get a knife to cut a slice.
you take a slice for yourself and grin at the whipped cream and strawberry topping. “mm, so yummy.”
katsuki feels the tips of his ears burn as he listens to your praises. “of course it's good. we made it.”
you smile and let out a happy purr before tugging katsuki along to sit on the couch. “we can eat more later. right now i wanna cuddle with two of my favourite things.”
“squishmallows and a soft blanket?” katsuki chuckles before stiffening when you nuzzle your body under his arm.”
“close. you and a soft blanket.”
katsuki chuckles softly and strokes your waist. “hey pretty girl?”
you look up at him with curiosity. “hmm?”
“i wanted to ask you something.”
“you okay?”
he presses his lips together, nerves getting the better of him. “what do you like to eat during your heat?”
you snuggle closer to him. “anything you make is good. i really like hot cocoa and marshmallows though.”
he rubs your thigh slowly. “good to know.”
you hum softly and kiss his jaw. “how about you? what do you like during your rut?”
“regular stuff. i like to fuck.”
you hide your face in his bicep. “you’re so crass. how can you just say stuff like that?”
katsuki chuckles and looks down at you. “you just do. you were like that during your other heat.”
“oh my gosh,” you whine.
”it’s true,” he laughs. “you were all hot and needy.”
“no more talking!” you huff in embarrassment. “if you’re gonna make fun of me, i’ll kick you out.”
“no you won’t.”
you pout and lay back on his chest, purring gently at the closeness and his happy scent.
katsuki lets out a soft rumble, soothing you and your omega as you watch your series.
“ooh, we should watch ‘is it cake’!” you exclaim.
“whats that?”
“it's this show where bakers have to make extremely realistic cakes and the judges have to guess if it's real or not!”
“sounds weird.”
“it’s not. you probably can’t guess which ones are cakes, that’s why.”
“is that a challenge?!” he growls playfully. “i’ll figure out which ones are fake and get them all right!”
katsuki got three right while you guessed almost every one. “better luck next time, alpha.”
“we’re watching something else,” he grumbles and goes back to the netflix home screen.
you giggle at his pout and boop his nose.
*
katsuki shows up the first day of preheat just after mina leaves for the week, opting to spend the week with eijirou now that you have katsuki to take care of you.
you wander towards your door in nothing but katsuki’s shirt and underwear as you hear someone knock. peeking through the peephole, your omega howls happily when you see katsuki.
“katsuki!” you chirp, letting him inside.
“hey tiny. how’re you?”
“hot but happy that you’re here.”
you hold on to him as he places a large bag of food in your kitchen before dragging him towards your nest. you straddle him and rub your cheeks on his neck, drenching him in your scent.
your sweet heat scent hits him hard, even stronger than what he imagined it would be.
“i’m so happy to see you,” you grin down at him.
“yeah, i can tell. you smell really sweet right now,” he groans. “smells like you bathed in vanilla.”
you let out a happy purr and rest your head under his, shuddering from his smoky scent. ‘alpha…’
katsuki places his hand on your lower back, the weight comforting.
“are you sure about this?” he asks quietly.
“mhm. i’ve been getting ready for weeks,” you tell him.
“you seem eager.”
you sit up and nod.“i’ve been working out to build up my stamina for you. it was annoying but no going back now.”
“that’s why you’ve been going to the gym?”
you nod shyly.
“you didn't have to do that for me, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your face. “you’re perfect like this. small and soft.” he presses your cheeks with his palms on the last word.
“i just did it for stamina,” you get out through squished lips. “i’ve never been with an alpha and camie said i need it.”
“camie was right,” katsuki replies. in an instant, you’re on your back as katsuki has effortlessly turned you both over. “you definitely will.”
you look up at him and swoon. “prove it.
happy chirps and purrs leave your lips when he starts kissing your neck, rubbing his rough tongue on the gland. katsuki growls quietly at the taste of your preheat, his own aroused scent bleeding and saturating the air.
you reek of arousal and slick, your hands tugging his shirt off and exposing his hot skin. you whine against his touch and slip your hands off of his shirt.
“taste so good, pretty girl,” katsuki groans as he starts making a hickey on your neck. “fuck, your scent drives me crazy.”
you moan at the praise as he slips his hand under your shirt, palming your tits. he lifts the shirt, taking a moment to admire the view, then tosses it aside.
he uses one hand to tweak your nipples while he massages the other, giving your nipple the occasional nip.
“alpha,” you whine, grabbing his hand and moving it down towards your crotch.
“so needy, pretty girl,” he teases and drags your panties down your legs. “god, you're soaked.”
katsuki kisses his way down before stopping when you squeeze your thighs together. you cover your face with your hands.
“what’s wrong?”
“i’m just nervous,” you mutter and take a deep breath. “okay, i’m fine.”
he kisses your thighs a few times, rumbling when you open them a little more. enough for him to put them over his shoulder. “good girl,” he whispers, kissing his way towards your cunt. he licks his thumb and slowly rubs your clit, placing a hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming too much.
katsuki licks your folds and shivers from the heavenly taste of your slick. he slowly licks your clit, feeling your thighs tense up by his head. his eyes meet yours over your stomach as he slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pushing some of your juices out and down his palm.
you gasp at the feeling and start to rock your hips. “can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. you’re so wet down here, beautiful.” a huskiness takes over the rasp in his voice, tracing his words into your sex causing your hips to instinctively buck up into his face— riding his tongue to your heart's content.
katsuki licks your clit until your slick is dripping down the seam of your ass into your nest, darkening the pink fabric of your sheets.
“fuck, katsuki,” you whimper, grinding against his tongue and finger while gripping his hair. “alpha, please don’t stop!”
your leg trembles next to his head, katsuki recognising it means you’re about to cum. he sucks your clit again, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. you gasp loudly and tug his hair as your back arches out of your nest. “fuck, alpha, yes!”
katsuki doesn’t pull away until you pull at his scalp. “you taste so damn sweet, pretty girl. can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking his finger and hand. the action makes your cheeks burn despite what just happened.
he climbs over you, his scent aroused and heavy with caramel. he rumbles loudly and licks your neck again, tasting your concentrated scent.
“alpha,” you whine.
katsuki pulls away and looks at your face. “yes, pretty girl?”
“fuck me.”
“are you sure?”
you nod. “please? i want you.”
his scent flares again at your words. “whatever you want, pretty girl.”
you squirm impatiently as you wait for him to pull his joggers and boxers off. your omega preens at the sight of his dick. better than you imagined after seeing it on camera.
“y’like what you see, pretty girl?” he chuckles as you nod eagerly.
katsuki lines himself up, tapping your clit with the leaking tip. he slowly pushes in, and watches your face for any discomfort. your head turns and sinks into the pillow, neck exposed instinctively.
“shit you’re tight, pretty girl. you okay?”
you keen loudly in response, gripping the sheets tighter. without your patches katsuki can smell the unfiltered pheromones of your heat heavy in the air.
he lifts one of your legs and grips your thigh as he starts to move. his alpha howls internally while katsuki tries his best to stay in control.
“more, alpha,” you moan and grasp his shoulders, pulling him down to nose at his scent gland. “harder.”
katsuki growls lowly and thrusts harder as he feels you nip his scent gland. he rubs at your clit while thrusting and takes pride in the pornographic moans you let out near his ear.
“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, katsuki’s dick driving you up the wall insane.
“you want me to cum inside, pretty girl?” he groans, thrusting faster. “you want me to make a mess in those pretty walls of yours?”
you nod emphatically, blinking tearily up at him. “knot?”
“not today, pretty girl,” he sighs, wiping your tears before kissing you.
“mate?” you murmur against his lips.
“someday.”
you whine softly into the kiss and gasp when the combination of his thrusts and him rubbing your clit starts to send you over the edge. you cum with a choked off shout, wrapping your thigh around katsuki’s waist to pull him deeper. “knot!”
katsuki manages to pry your leg off and pull out, spreading your legs open to watch your hole drool and spasm around nothing. you howl miserably, reaching out for him. katsuki’s nose wrinkles at the hint of distressed omega and lets you hold him in a tight hug, rumbling and kissing your cheeks to soothe you until your scent sweetens up again.
“feeling better?”
you nod and hold him tighter, purring into his neck.
“you wanna cuddle for a bit or do you wanna take a nap?”
you look up at him. “alpha didn’t finish?”
“i’m fine, pretty girl, don’t worry,” he coos.
you pout but lay back down on the blanket, shutting your eyes.
katsuki kisses your forehead and climbs out of bed to get a washrag from the bathroom to clean you up. the whole time you’re purring happily, watching him through heavy eyes.
“pretty,” you slur when he kisses your nose. “you’re very pretty, katsuki.”
“if i’m pretty then you’re stunning, tiny,” he chuckles, tossing the rag into the laundry basket in the corner of your room. “sleep well. i’ll be here when you wake up.”
your eyes start to close as you rest against katsuki’s chest. “night alpha.”
katsuki kisses your hairline before carefully climbing out of your bed and picking up his boxers. he pads out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and wrapping his fist around his dick. he groans to himself as he thinks back to you asleep in your nest, blissed out from him fucking you. he jerks himself off to the thought of you beneath him and cums into a wadded up tissue with a gasp before cleaning himself up. ‘shit.’
you’re still asleep by the time he returns in his boxers, snoring quietly in your nest. happy omega pheromones and the lingering smell of sex wafting through the air.
katsuki climbs into your nest beside you and rests his head on top of yours. he lets out a soft rumble before falling asleep, planning to wake up later and make something to eat.
the first two days you’re easy to keep happy. katsuki buries his face, and his dick, in you everytime you ask. you snuggle in the nest, only leaving to use the bathroom or eat but then it’s right back to cuddling. although the last couple of hours, katsuki seems to be a little more clingy, always right behind you unless you’re in the bathroom, then he waited outside.
you and your omega don’t mind it. you like it actually. you sit in your nest nibbling on your snacks while he cuddles you.
on the third day however, you wake up hot and bothered. squirming in bed and pushing your fingers into your sopping pussy. katsuki hears your wails from the kitchen, turning off the stove and setting the pan of eggs aside to rush to the bedroom.
“pretty girl are you—holy shit…” he growls, taking in your saturated scent and closing the door behind him. “you smell good enough to eat.”
you whine and pull out your fingers, irritated because it doesn’t help. “alpha, it hurts.”
katsuki feels his alpha take control as he walks over to you, shedding his sweatpants. “don’t worry, omega. i’ll make you feel better,” he growls lowly.
you lay on your stomach and raise your hips up, presenting to him. you reach under you and rub your fingers along your slit, spreading your lips with your fingers. “alpha. breed me, please.”
“i’d love to pretty girl,” katsuki groans, climbing into your nest and rubbing your clit a couple of times before pushing in. his eyes darken as he looks at your swollen scent gland. he leans forward and licks it fervently, occasionally nipping it and basking in the scent. ‘fuck, she’s mine. mate, mate, mate.’
you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. katsuki’s smokey caramel scent bleeds into the air, the undertone of rut present. “oh fuck! you smell so good, katsuki.”
“so do you, pretty girl. god, your scent drives me crazy,” he growls, thrusting faster. katsuki places a hand on the back of your neck and grins when he sees your nails practically rip the sheets. “good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”
his blunt nails dig into the globe of your ass, holding you in place so he can listen to the lewd, squelch of your cunt as he slips in and out of you.
it’s so different, better, than a beta’s dick. having just the right amount of thickness and length to fill and satisfy you.
long strands of your slick cling to his cock, dripping down his shaft and balls with every withdrawal.
“‘suki—!” your cry is hoarse and needy as you claw at your sheets, drooling and crying into them. hips drawing back and forth clumsily to meet his loud, wet thrusts.
katsuki grips your ass as his head hangs over your shoulder. he feels his incisors grow as he lets out a growl and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, just far enough from your scent gland.
you moan loudly, hissing at the pain. you rock your hips back and feel your eyes roll back as the knot in your stomach tightens.
“fuck, alpha, i’m gonna cum.”
katsuki rumbles in approval and pulls his teeth out, the tips of his fangs tinted red. “cum for me, my pretty little omega,” he grunts, rubbing your clit faster.
you sob and reach back to hold his arm, digging your nails into the inner skin. katsuki’s knot swells up, catching on your sore rim with every withdrawal. when it finally presses in, flushing his hips flat on your ass, you cum, kicking your feet and mewling loudly. katsuki groans low in his throat at the feeling of your insides squeezing his dick and knot. his abs tighten and flex, snarling when his balls pump hot cum into you. your omega purrs happily at the feeling of getting filled by a real alpha knot, your scent spiking with content.
katsuki grunts softly and rests his head near the bite mark he left on you, panting while kissing it.
you tilt your neck and let out a happy purr as he softly praises you.
your cunt flutters at his words, drooling more slick around his knot and down your thighs. katsuki rolls his hips forward, nudging his dick and knot deeper. you smile into your sheets, knowing you’re far from done. for the next two days both of you barely leave the nest, sucking and fucking at all times of the day and night. katsuki leaves numerous bite marks on your shoulders, tummy and thighs, purposefully ignoring your scent gland.
by the end of your heat, and his triggered rut, you’re spent. too tired and drained to move.
you get a complaint from one of your neighbours but katsuki’s growls and protective scent scares them off.
“i might have to take a few extra days off,” you mutter and roll over in bed. “my neck hurts…”
“sorry,” he chuckles and pulls on his boxers. “what do you wanna eat?”
you sigh blissfully and look at his own bite marks and hickeys. “hot cocoa and marshmallows.”
“that’s not breakfast.”
“hot cocoa with marshmallows and pancakes?”
“you want any toppings?”
“chocolate chips.”
“you don't need all that sugar,” he snickers.
“please?” you whine, looking up at him.
“stop using those puppy dog eyes on me. fine.”
“yay,” you chirp as he kisses your forehead.
mina comes back the following monday and immediately covers her nose at the smell of both yours and katsuki’s cycles. “well, at least i'm not the only one who had fun,” she snickers, dragging her suitcase inside.
your bedroom door opens and a head of cropped blond hair peeks out to inspect who’s ‘invading’ the space.
“hi katsuki.”
“pinky,” he acknowledges and goes back inside, shutting the door.
“mina’s back?” you yawn, sitting up from the bed and stretching.
“yeah. i’m gonna go get some water. i’ll be back.”
you nod and let out a happy purr as he kisses your nose and lips. ‘my alpha.’
your back barely touches the bed when mina barges in, pushing katsuki out of the doorway. “it reeks in this whole apartment.”
“mina!” you cheer tiredly and open your arms for hugs. “i missed you!”
katsuki growls at mina as she rushes you and squeezes you tightly while scenting you. ‘now i have to re-scent her.’
“i missed you too!”
katsuki rolls his eyes and watches the two of you chat before he gets his water.
once katsuki leaves the room, mina asks you to spill the tea. “how was it? is he big? did he claim you? oh my god that's a lot of bite marks.”
“amazing, yes, no, and you should see the ones i left on him.” you swoon dreamily. “it was great. i don’t think i’ve ever had a heat this good.”
“since it went so well, you should ask him to spend all your heats with you,” mina grins.
you pick up your new pegasus squishmallow and squeal into it. “noooo, i’m shy.”
“he brought you gifts and he was here for this heat and your last one. he really likes you and an alpha wouldn't do this unless he wanted you to be their girlfriend.”
“you think so?”
mina nods eagerly and gives you one more hug. “it never hurts to just ask, bestie.”
katsuki knocks on the door. “breakfast is ready.”
“ooh yum,” mina smiles.
“not for you, pinky.”
“boo.”
after breakfast, you ask the dreaded question, your stomach in knots.
“can i ask you something?” you say to katsuki as he puts down a mug of hot cocoa in front of you.
“yes there’s marshmallows inside.”
you look down and see the pink and white gooey treats floating in the brown liquid. “yum, but that’s not it.”
he sits across from you, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward to listen.
“would you want to spend the rest of my heats with me? you're an amazing alpha and this one was better than any other heat i’ve had and i’d really love to do this again…and spend time together maybe outside of my heats too...”you mumble shyly.
“i’d love to, pretty girl, just on one condition.”
“yeah?”
“will you be my girlfriend?”
you freeze up, staring at his face. your mouth dropped for a quiet, “ah.”
“y/n?” katsuki questions. “are you okay?”
mina stands behind you, excited grin on her face. “she accepts.”
“y/n, you okay?” katsuki chuckles, softly waving his hand in your face. he walks around the counter, cups your cheek, and looks down at you, snapping you out of your trance. “there she is. welcome back, pretty girl.”
you purr softly and melt a little in his hold. “i’d love to,” you smile, pulling him in for a hug and scenting him.
katsuki smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you back.
“aww,” mina coos. “i told you it’ll be fine.”
“mina, go away,” you huff in embarrassment.
“i'm just happy for you, bestie,” she giggles.
the next few months with katsuki have been the best relationship you’ve had in a long time. you’ve never felt so loved and special.
“so you’re off tomorrow?” katsuki smiles at his phone as he sees you in your lab coat with a stethoscope around your neck.
you put a file down on the desk. “yup. why, you got something planned?”
“i was hoping you could come to the new club. it's opening night tonight and i’d love to have my pretty girl by my side.”
“aww,” you swoon. “that’s so sweet. i’d love to. just send me the address and i’ll be there. now i just have to find something to wear,” you think wistfully.
“you look good in anything and nothing,” he chuckles.
“katsuki!” you gasp.
“it’s true. you’ll look good in anything. i’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“okay.”
“talk to you later, y/n.”
“bye alpha,” you giggle. before you hang up, a nurse peeks her head in.
“l/n, you have one more patient.”
you put your phone aside so katsuki can see your face. “bring them in.”
she walks in holding a baby sniffling quietly.
“a baby!” you coo, your scent turning sweeter. “aw look at the baby!”
katsuki silently watches as you hold the baby, fawning over it and smiling when they hold onto one of your fingers.
“let’s get you checked out, cutie,” you smile at the little boy. “i’ll call you later katsuki.”
he waves and hangs up.
you sit the baby on the little bed, looking up when his mother comes in. “hello, ma’am. what seems to be wrong with this little cutie,” you smile, booping his nose.
*
you step out of the bathroom and show off your outfit. “okay, how’s this one?”
camie cringes at the black sequin shirt. “no.”
“what? but i like this one,” you pout.
“bestie, this is opening night of your boyfriend’s new club! you gotta look stunning if you're gonna be by his side for the majority of the night!”
“camie’s right,” mina says while looking through your closet. “ooh, what about this?!” she gasps, pulling a two piece pink outfit.
“ohemgee, yesss, wear this!” camie squeals as mina hands it to you. “also, burn that black shirt.”
“but i like this…”
she shakes her head. “no.”
you scoff and go back into the bathroom to change, fixing your braids and makeup before stepping out. “okay, i like this one better.”
you adjust the skirt a little and do a little spin.
“so?”
“my bestie looks so cute! katsuki won’t be able to take his eyes off of you tonight,” mina giggles.
“you think so? is my stomach showing too much?” you touch the soft pudge peeking over the waistband.
“if you can still walk by tomorrow, katsuki missed his chance,” camie snickers.
camie leads you and mina out of your apartment into the waiting uber, taking a million pictures.
you nervously play with your faux locs, hoping katsuki likes your outfit. it’s not as glamorous as the girls he’s used to but you feel pretty in it so that’s all that matters.
there’s already a line of people when the uber pulls up, muffled music blasting inside.
“ugh, a line?” camie scoffs. “no fucking way.”
“hold on, katsuki gave me a code to show the bouncer.” you rummage through your phone and open the texts for the qr code. nervously you walk up to the scary, beefy bouncer. “um, hi. i’m with bakugou.”
he squints at you.
“i have a code i’m supposed to show you?” you hold up the phone. the bouncer takes out a small scanning device and holds it to your phone until the light turns green.
“enjoy,” he rasps and steps aside to let you and the girls through the door.
“oooh, vip,” camie giggles. “can we get some of those?”
“i’ll ask,” you laugh and smooth down your neck patch. “he said to go upstairs to the vip section and he’ll be there.”
“perks of a club owning boyfie,” mina giggles.you walk up the glass steps with the girls, passing by a few empty booths. katsuki is standing by the railing talking to some employees, looking frustrated as ever.
you wave at mina and camie as they meet with their boyfriends, walking up to katsuki and gently touching his arm.
you look up at him when he jerks away and lets out a low growl before stopping when he picks up your underlying scent.
“pretty girl?”
“hi, alpha,” you chirp and let him kiss your cheek. “ew, suki, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”
“you don’t need it. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” he holds your hand up and slowly spins you around.
“thank you~” you smile shyly.
katsuki brushes the employees off and focuses on you, touching one of your scent patches. “do you have to wear these?”
“by law, suki, i have to.”
“fuck the law.”
“katsuki!”
“just take them off, it’s fine up here. i won’t tell on you,” he teases.
you scratch your neck. “they are annoying…”
“you can put them back on when we're leaving.”
“okay,” you hum, slowly peeling off the scent patch and squealing when katsuki kisses your scent gland and rests his face on your neck.
‘mine.’
“get a room!” eijirou playfully shouts from the booth across from yours.
“you two were practically fucking when she went to komori the first time! shut up!” katsuki growls and pulls you into the booth to sit next to him.
“the club looks good,” you compliment. “i like the quieter booth idea.”
“it seemed like a good idea since i couldn't hear you last time.”
you hum softly and lean on him, purring softly.
“we should totally do shots!” camie cheers, hanging off inasa who chuckles and holds her waist.
mina giggles and waves the waitress over for a round of tequila shots and other drinks. katsuki orders a virgin mojito with mango syrup for you, refusing to drink since he was driving.
“aw, you remembered!” you hum, rubbing your cheek in his arm.
‘course i did. wouldn't forget a damn thing about you.’ “got a whole non-alcoholic section of the menu for you.”
“awww,” you swoon and put your hands on your chest. “that’s so sweet!”
katsuki kisses your cheek and rumbles softly. camie takes a few sneaky pictures of both of you, fawning over how cute you both are.
“hey, y/n, look at the drink menu.”
you look over and notice a drink with strawberry and lemonade called ‘the pretty girl’. “katsuki, what’s this?”
“it's one of the new drinks. most of the drink menu is the same from komori but this one’s new. named it after you,” katsuki says low enough for only you to hear.
his deep voice reverberates through you as he kisses your temple. he chuckles softly as you fan your eyes, trying not to cry.
“katsuki,” you whine. “that’s beautiful. stop being so charming before i cry and ruin my makeup.”
“sorry, pretty girl,” he chuckles.
you spend time with him and giggle when he rubs your side.
three more people make their way into the lounge and eijirou cheers at their arrival. “hey! you guys made it!”
you look up from your drink and gasp at a familiar head of green hair. “katsuki, that’s deku!” you repeatedly tap katsuki’s arm.
“i know.”
“what is he doing here?!”
“we grew up together. he got invited.”
“you know deku?!”
katsuki raises his brow. “yeah, why?”
“i’m kind of a fan,” you admit and glance at izuku. “oh god he’s looking at me!” you silently squeal.
“relax, pretty girl,” he chuckles.
izuku makes his way over with his signature smile. “hi kacchan. who’s this?”
you sit up straighter, scent turning excited. “hi deku. i’m y/n. i’m such a huge fan. i follow you on instagram and i love your work.”
“thank you!” he grins back, always happy to meet a fan. “nice to meet you, you can just call me izuku.” he holds his hand out for you to shake.
you shake it, internally screaming. katsuki chuffs and puts his arm on your waist. “she’s my omega, deku.”
“really? i'm glad you found someone that can handle you,” he chuckles.
“yeah, so back off,” he huffs.
“don't worry. besides, you know i’m with shoto.”
“uh huh.”
you giggle softly as katsuki rests his head on yours.
izuku gives you a gentle smile before walking over to a booth of his own, later joined by a man with red and white hair, split down the middle.
“holy shit, i just met deku!” you gasp to katsuki, smiling wide.
“he’s not that great,” katsuki grumbles.
“he’s so cool! but alpha’s better,” you hum, as katsuki grins softly.
“damn right i am.” he presses his lips against yours, hands on your thigh dipping under your skirt.
“suki!” you gasp into the kiss as he squeezes your inner thigh. “w-wait, i have to pee.”
“tch, fine. hurry back.”
you drop your purse in his lap and quickly exit the booth, descending the steps. you get bumped by a few people but finally make it to the bathroom, sighing at the scent free air. after checking your makeup in the mirror and washing your hand, you step out but bump into someone walking by.
“oops, i'm sorry,” you smile before looking up at them. “oh, it’s you.”
shindo looks down at who bumped into him before a cheshire grin crosses his face. “well, well, we meet again sweetheart.”
“i didn't expect to see you here. it’s been a while, nice to see you again. shindo, right?”
“yup. and you’re l/n. what’s up?”
“i’m just here to support katsuki,” you chime.
he hums, pushing his dark hair back. “yeah, i see the pictures on his page. cute.”
you smile again. “thank you.”
he takes a step forward towards you. odd.
“you smell really good,” he compliments.
“uh, thank you?” you mumble, walking around him. “well, it was nice seeing you.”
you stiffen when you feel shindo grasp your wrist. “where you going? we’re hanging out.”
the action makes the gland on his wrist rub against your skin, covering your hand in his sandalwood scent. your omega panics at the action of someone scenting you without permission.
“no, we’re not. let go of me,” you whimper, tugging at his wrist before rushing back towards the glass steps once you get free, holding your wrist to your chest.
you sit down in a daze, not realising you’ve sat next to eijirou instead of at yours and katsuki’s booth.
“hey, y/n. woah, are you okay? you smell terrified.”
“i…” you mumble and touch your wrist. “someone scented me without permission.”
“scented you?” eijirou repeats.
mina overhears and practically climbs over eijirou to get to you. “what?! who scented you?”
katsuki walks over when he sees you sitting with them. “hey, why—what happened?” he growls, noticing your distressed scent.
you look up at katsuki and reach for him, unshed tears pricking your lash line. “alpha,” you sniffle.
he sits next to you, cupping your face. “shh, it’s okay. what happened?”
you wordlessly hold up the wrist shindo scented to his face. katsuki looks at you before growling loudly when he smells your scent mixed with shindo’s.“that bastard!”
eijirou holds his nose when katsuki’s scent spikes. “dude, relax.”
izuku, more familiar with katsuki’s scents, puts his hand on the blond’s shoulder. “kacchan, calm down.”
“that bastard touched my omega. he fuckin’ scented her without her consent! he needs to fucking know not to touch what’s mine,” he growls.
camie tries to calm you down, rubbing her wrist on yours to drown out shindos sharp scent.
mina hugs you close as you whimper softly. katsuki grumbles to himself and storms out of the vip area.
“where’s he going?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with a tissue.
“hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid,” izuku sighs. “i should go after him.”
you watch izuku follow katsuki, taking off your loose lash. “ugh, i don’t have any glue…”
“just take off the other bestie. you still look cute,” camie smiles, letting out a soothing pheromone.
“thanks, you guys.”
“what happened, anyway?” mina asks.
“i was leaving the bathroom and i bumped into him and it was whatever, then he started complimenting me and i felt a little uncomfortable. i tried going back up the stairs and he grabbed my wrist and scented me,” you explain.
“he looked so nice in his pictures. who knew he was such an ass,” camie pouts. “boo.”
katsuki descends the stairs, his eyes darting through the crowd until he sees shindo sitting at the bar, nonchalantly drinking a whiskey with thyme. he marches his way through the crowd and tugs the brunet back by his collar, spinning shindo and swinging his fist across his face.
a few people gasp at the sight, pausing their dancing.
“woah, man, what’s your problem?” shindo asks, cupping his aching jaw.
“you know damn well what you did! how fuckin’ dare you scent my omega!” katsuki seethes.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“you’re a goddamn liar and a fucking piece of shit!”
shindo glares at katsuki, still cupping his jaw before swinging at katsuki, growling when he misses.
a crowd surrounds the two, causing a commotion while some people chant, ‘fight fight fight!’
you pull away from your friends to peek over the railing at the commotion, gasping when you see katsuki and shindo fighting. “can someone stop them before katsuki gets hurt? where’s deku?”
you let out a distressed whine, watching the brawl. izuku places a hand on katsuki’s shoulder, making katsuki stop swinging as shindo lays bruised and battered on the tiled floor.
he looks up at you then back at shindo and scowls. “you’re fuckin’ lucky you’re not dead,” he growls before walking off, making his way towards you.
you look up at him, subtly releasing calming pheromones underneath your scared scent.
“it’s okay now, pretty girl.”
you scan katsuki for any injuries and whimper when you see his bruised knuckles, the skin on his index finger a little scratched up. “you should get this cleaned up.”
camie soaks a tissue in one of her tequila shots and uses it to wipe katsuki’s scratch. he winces slightly and starts to growl.
“oh relax, ya big baby,” camie scoffs.
“you try putting pure alcohol onto your wounds then tell me how you feel,” he grumbles.
camie rolls her eyes. “you’re welcome.”
“alpha?” you call out, rubbing the back of his uninjured hand. “are you sure you’re okay? we can leave if you want.”
“i’m fine, pretty girl. nothing i can’t handle. let's just enjoy the rest of our night. you still haven’t tried your namesake.”
“but you’re hurt. and what if shindo tries to beat you up again?”
katsuki scoffs. “he’s been kicked out, don’t worry about it.”
“if you say so. i just want to make sure you’re okay. we can go home and i can treat your wound properly.”
katsuki smiles down at you and kisses your temple.
“we can play doctor another time,” he whispers in your ear, grinning to himself when you look down at your lap and feel your face start to burn.
“katsuki! you're so bold!”
“only for you, pretty girl.”
you let out a soft purr as he scoots closer to you. “you’re so annoying…”
“but you like me when i’m annoying,” he chuckles and stands back up. “i have to go talk to my employees. stay here and stay cute.”
“okay,” you chirp, watching him descend the stairs. while hanging out with the girls and katsuki’s friends, you bond with hanta and shoto, giggling at hanta’s jokes and explaining a couple to shoto.
a waitress comes up the stairs and places a drink in front of you. “one drink for you miss,” she smiles politely.
“oh, i didn’t order this,” you mumble.
“courtesy of the boss. it’s the pretty girl.”
“ooh,” you chirp happily and pick it up, waving the dry ice cloud away. “it looks so good, thank you.”
“wait!” camie squawks and holds up her phone, taking a quick picture of it. “totally mood board inspo.”
“it’s so pretty,” mina awes. “what’s it taste like?”
you take a quick sip and snack your lips together. “like a spicy strawberry. it’s pretty good.”
“ooh, can i get one?!” mina asks. “was her’s virgin?”
“yes. i can get the bartender to add vodka and tequila if you want,” the waitress says.
“i’ll have that.”
“me too!” camie giggles.
you happily sip your drink as shoto stares at it. “something on your mind?”
“how did you get katsuki to act so docile around you?” he mutters. “is the drink really that good?”
you nod and ask the lady to bring two more so you can get one for shoto. “docile?”
hanta leans over to talk to you. “no offense but he’s crazy. i don’t think i’ve ever seen him calm when he’s not asleep.”
“really? i mean he’s protective but that’s about it,” you hum. “he’s a good alpha though. he makes good food, brings me gifts, and he treats me like a princess,” you smile.
“what’d he get you?” camie asks, grinning when the waitress comes by with a small tray of pink drinks and a light pink one.
“he gave me this bracelet a few days ago,” you grin and show her the diamond cuban link bracelet on your wrist twinkling under the neon lights.
“wow, that looks like it cost a lot! he really cares about you.”
“came in a little red box and everything,” mina snorts.
you touch the jewellery. “i wouldn’t know. he refused to tell me how much it was. i love it though, i’m just too scared to wear it out cause what if i lose it?”
shoto gently holds your wrist and inspects the bracelet.“i don’t think it will. it looks custom made so it won’t slip off.”
you look at the chain and gasp. “really?”
he nods and gently tilts your wrist. “it looks like the chain i was gonna get midoriya. might be the same crafter.”
“aww,” you and the girls swoon.
izuku makes his way back up the stairs, with a glass of water in hand. “what did i miss?”
“nothing!”
“just talking about how y/n managed to tame the beast known as bakubro,” eijirou chuckles, placing his arm over mina’s shoulders.
“ooh yeah, he was really mad before he came up here. shindo’s out though and i think he’ll be out of a lot of places for a while.”
“good, that asshole deserves it for what he did. he’s lucky, katsuki didn’t call the cops on him after he got tossed out of komori the first time,” hanta adds.
“guy’s lucky i wasn’t on shift when i worked there,” eijirou scoffs.
you preen a little at the thought of the alpha defending your honour, hiding your smile in your drink.
“uh oh, someone’s flustered,” sero teases
“what? no i’m not!” you sputter.
“you’re stinking up the place,” mina comments.
your hand smacks your neck. “i should put my patches back on…”
mina hands you a set she keeps in her bag. “here. i kept these in my purse for you. also, your bag’s still in the other booth.”
“oh, i’ll go get it,” you nod and stand up to grab your bag, stopping when the music dies down and you hear feedback from a microphone. you look over the railing and see katsuki standing by the dj with a mic in hand. ‘what’s going on?’
katsuki gives a brief, grumbled speech mentioning the grand opening, picking up an orange drink. his eyes drift up to the railing, settling on your figure. you give him a small wave and smile.
he holds the glass up at you, but vaguely enough for people to think he’s just making a toast. “i’d like to raise a glass to the future success of the komori franchise. to komori!”
the crowd cheers and raises their glasses. once he takes a sip, he looks up at you and winks before descending the dj area as the music picks up again.
once katsuki makes his way back to the private area, his friends congratulate him. he scoffs lowly and rolls his eyes before walking over to you.
“you like the drink?” he comments when he sees your glasses on the table.
“it’s yummy,” you grin up at him, putting your arms around his neck. “thank you.”
a muscled arm circles your waist until you’re flush against katsuki’s bulky frame. his smokey scent flaring out. his hand squeezes your bottom and you frantically hold your skirt hem so he doesn’t pull it up.
“get it bestie!” mina cheers as eijirou and hanta woop playfully.
“oh god,” you mutter in embarrassment and hide your face in katsuki’s black shirt.
katsuki leads you back to your booth and sits you down next to him. “you smell different.”
“my scent was flaring up so i put the patches back on.”
he chuffs. “i liked it without the patches.”
“maybe later?”
“i’ll hold ya to that, tiny,” he smirks.
after a long night, you finally convince everyone to let you leave with katsuki.
“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell a tipsy mina leaning on eijirou.
“noooooo,” she whines. “got- gotta go with meh bestie. you…you are my bestie~”
“take care of her,” you giggle at eijirou and scoot out of the booth, holding katsuki’s hand.
“i will,” eijirou chuckles. “c’mon babe, let’s get you home.”
“don’t leave me eiji, i lub you,” she sniffles.
“i won’t. i’ll get you some water when you get home and we can cuddle.”
“cuddles? i like cuddles…”
“i know, mimi.”
outside, you breathe in the fresh autumn air. not realising how stuffy it was in the club. you whine and lean on katsuki, kicking your foot up to rub your heel. “my feet are killing me.”
“if you want, i’ll give you a massage.”
“your hand is still injured so i’ll have to take a raincheck. but thank you for the offer alpha,” you chirp.
he leads you into his car and opens the passenger door for you, kissing your cheek before you sit. after climbing inside and starting the car, katsuki drives off towards his apartment uptown.
you hold onto his arm as he leads you inside, giggling as he kisses you softly, subtly peeling off your scent patches and tucking them into your purse to throw away later.
“ugh, i’m exhausted,” you groan and drape yourself over his army green couch, checking your phone. “three a.m?! time really flew.”
“we had too much fun, that’s why,” he chuckles and kicks off his loafers next to your heels by the door.
you hum tiredly and tie up your locs, nose wrinkling at the tiny bit of shindo’s stink scent on your wrist.
“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” katsuki questions when he sees your expression.
“i still smell like him…i need a shower.”
“oh~?”
“an actual shower, please. no funny stuff.”
“alright. alright. i think you still have some of your clothes and stuff here from last time in the closet. i’ll be out here. do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”
“i’m okay. well, maybe some water.”
“alright.”
over the past few months, you’ve left little bits of yourself in katsuki’s lavish, dark penthouse with each visit. you find the little travel shower kit you left in his walk-in closet and notice something bright orange peeking out between some folded dark clothes on one of the shelves.
curiosity gets the better of you and you peel it out, opening it and reading the words printed on the front. ‘dynamight?’
did ‘dynamite’ get misspelt? you turn it a few times, see some scribbled writing on the sleeve, wonder if it’s big enough for you to wear after the shower and gently place it back on the shelf for later.
you take a well deserved shower and change into a new white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, picking the hoodie up again. “alpha?” you call out from his room. not hearing a reply, you wear the hoodie anyway, wiggling the big sleeves around.
the collar is saturated in his warm caramel scent, and a little detergent, making your omega purr happily.
you giggle softly and flap your arms as you walk down the stairs towards the living room.
“hey pretty girl, were you calling m—” katsuki calls out as he walks out of the pantry. “where did you find that?
“i found it in your closet.” you rub the soft sleeve. “i hope you don’t mind.”
‘she’s wearing the all might hoodie…’
“it’s fine, don't worry.”
“why does it say ‘dynamight’ on it though? is it like a collectible where they spell a word wrong?”
“it’s a long story.”
you clap softly. “ooh, story.”
he chortles under his breath and leans on the black marble counter. “all might is a comic book character from when i was a kid deku and i were obsessed with. ‘dynamight’ is—you’re gonna laugh at this—it’s kind of a fan name i came up with and printed it on the hoodie.”
“awwww!” you coo at the story. “that’s so cute!”
“i met the actor that played him in the live action show in that hoodie during a fashion show when i was, i think, twenty four, and he signed the sleeve for me.”
“that’s so cool! where’d you get this sweatshirt by the way? it’s so comfy,” you giggle, looking at him and eagerly flapping your hands. “hehe, i’ve got sleeve hands.”
‘cute,’ he thinks. ‘so small.’
“can’t remember.” he shrugs.
“aw,” you pout and put the hood up. “i’m keeping it.”
“if you keep stealing my sweatshirts there won’t be any left,” he chuckles.
“but they’re so comfy.”
“i’ll make you a deal. you can have that one if you give me the ones that don’t have my scent anymore.”
“whyyy?” you whine. “i like your hoodies.”
“I know but i need some of them back, pretty girl.”
you pout before an idea crosses your mind. you look up at suki with big eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.
he grimaces. “not the puppy eyes.”
“please?”
“pretty girl…”
“please alpha,” you whine, holding onto his arm and adding a pout with a slight lip quiver. katsuki feels his chest pang with guilt. “i’ll do anything for another hoodie.”
“ugh, fine. you can keep it for now.”
“yay!” you squeal and hug his arm tighter. “thank you, ‘suki.”
“you’re welcome. did you still want that water?”
“yes please! but first lemme see your hands,” you order. katsuki lets you see his bruised hands, your thumb going over the scrapes. “i’ll dress this up after you take a shower.”
“you don’t have to, it’s not even that bad,” he insists.
“you have to clean them properly, katsuki.”
he chuckles at your fussing. “okay, nurse.”
“doctor,” you correct.
“oh, sorry dr. pretty girl.”
“better,” you smile proudly. “now go shower and i’ll meet you in your den.”
“yes doctor,” he teases.
after about fifteen minutes, katsuki emerges from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his neck with a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips .
you sit on the bed with his mini first aid kit and clean up the wound with rubbing alcohol, putting a dark green bandage on the biggest scrape.
“thanks again,” you say quietly. “you didn’t have to beat him up like that…”
“he made you uncomfortable and scented you without permission,” he growls.
you kiss his bandaged knuckles. “thank you, alpha.”
“i’d do anything for you, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your cheek tenderly.
both of you settle into bed for the night, somehow ending up naked and enjoying the skin on skin contact. you sleepily rub your cheek on his chest, purring softly and covering him in warm vanilla.
katsuki looks down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb as you nestle impossibly closer. “g’night, alpha,” you yawn, slowly drifting off.
katsuki smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight pretty girl.” he waits until your breathing turns deep and even. “i love you.”
you smile softly in your sleep at the sound of the tender words, snuggling closer and falling asleep.
A/N: back at it again with the tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap
“hey girly pop,” mina, your best friend, grins from the doorway of your office. “ready for a fun night out?”
you look up at her, confused. “i’m sorry?”
“i told you we’re going out tonight, remember? this new alpha i’m seeing—so hot by the way—his friend owns the komori club and he got us in for free.”
“oh yeah, i remember,” you smile and finish arranging the files. “i’m not really feeling so hot. i’ve been working all day and—“
mina puts her finger up. “imma stop you right there. i don’t care. you’re turning thirty tomorrow and tomorrow is the only day you have off all week so we’re going out tonight, end of story.”
you pout, knowing you can’t argue and reluctantly agree. “okay…”
“yay!”
she helps you press your hair and pick out a cute outfit, practically dragging you into the uber. the komori club is the hottest club in town. anybody who is anybody went there.
mina shoves you both through the line to the bouncer at the door.
“i’m with eijirou kirishima,” she says confidently with her hand on her hip.
the bouncer gives her a once over. “i’m sure you are. back of the line.”
“ugh, bitch!? he’s literally my boyfriend!”
“that’s what they all say.”
she angrily takes out her phone and dials a number while you just stand helplessly next to her playing with your scent patch. mina yells into the phone for a full minute before handing it to the alpha bouncer. he listens intently for a moment, then gives it back. “my bad. come on in.”
“yeah, that’s what i thought, bitch,” she scoffs and pulls you inside as you mouth apologies to the bouncer.
it’s loud inside. loud and crowded. your nose is bombarded with a cocktail of scents despite a strict scent patch rule in crowded places like this.
“there he is,” mina squeals and hops the velvet rope of the vip section. she sits on the lap of a stocky redhead, kissing his face over and over again.
“mina,” you whisper-shout. meeting the gaze of the scary bouncer. “hi.”
thankfully he lets you through and you scurry up the short steps into the booth. “oh my god he’s so scary.”
“eiji, this is my bestie y/n,” mina introduces as you take a seat across them and sink into the soft cushions.
“help!” you squeal and flail your legs.
the electric blonde next to you helps you sit, laughing uncontrollably. “are you okay?”
“mhm,” you hum. “thank you.”
“no problem. my name’s denki.”
“y/n.”
he goes back to talking to his friend, sipping a yummy looking cocktail. you try to get a waitress’ attention to no avail and just end up sitting stiffly on the couch. mina’s occupied with her new man, playing with his dyed red hair while he rubs her thigh.
so you just play the sims™ on your phone and get lost in your own little world.
the plush couch suddenly dips, jerking you sideways into a very solid torso.
“watch it,” a voice growls above you.
“s-sorry,” you squeak and scramble to sit upright, eyes fixed on your phone. the alphas scent fills your nose: something smokey with an undertone of burnt caramel. daring to sneak a peek, you catch a tattooed arm peeking out of a folded silk, black sleeve and more in the open button-up chest.
“katsuki!” denki grins and reaches over to rub the top of katsuki’s shaved head. “what’s up bro?”
katsuki smacks the hand away. “don’t touch my fucking head.”
“my bad. it just feels like a peach.”
katsuki’s red gaze finally settles on you. “who’s this?”
“eep,” you squeal when you’re perceived.
“she’s with mina,” eijirou supplies.
“tch, whatever.”
you’re shoved again by someone sitting between you and katsuki.
“hey babe~” an overly sweet smelling brunette sing-songs and rubs katsuki’s chest. “sorry i’m late, traffic was crazy.”
huffing, you try and get your purse out from under her ass. “umm, excuse me?”
she turns with a bored expression, blue eyes darting from your toes to your head. “what?”
“you’re sitting on my purse.”
“mm.” she ignores you and goes back to talking to katsuki.
unbelievable.
“excuse me…excuse me!” you say a little louder.
the bitch ‘accidentally’ sloshes her drink with an exaggerated laugh and a few drops land in your low neckline.
“ma’am!” you huff.
she finally turns and plasters a condescending smile on her face. “look, you’re kinda harshing my vibe here so can you just…not?”
“you are sitting on my purse!” you finally snap.
she gets up, sweeps it onto the floor with her hand and sits back down. “there you go.”
“ugh!” you scoff and pick it up. “mina!”
she’s too busy chatting and laughing to pay attention. you abruptly stand up and stomp down the steps up to the bouncer. “where’s the bathroom?!” he raises his brow at your tone. “i’m sorry,” you say a little quieter. “where’s the bathroom, please?”
“right there.” he points towards a graffitied wall.
“thank you.” you make your way through the crowd to the quiet solace of the bathroom hallway. of course there’s a line. you don’t even need to pee, you just need to clean up and take a breather.
a drunk omega bulls into you as she exits the bathroom, apologising through slurred words no matter how many times you say it’s fine. you see her scent patch is peeling and offer one of your own.
“oh my goooshhhh, you’re sooooo nice,” she smiles and tears up when you plaster it on. “you’re like, my new bestieeee.”
the wonders of club bathrooms. “you should totally hang out with me and my friends at our table. this guy i went to highschool with owns the place and he’s my boyfriend's friend’s friend so we’re totally cool.”
wow, this owner has a lot of friends doesn’t he? you ponder the offer. it can’t be any worse than the nonsense you just went through. she touches your hair softly.
“oh my gosh you’re soooo pretty. imma wait for you right—right here.” she leans against the wall.
“umm, let’s just get you back to your friends first,” you chuckle and help her off the wall. “can you show me where they are?”
“ohemgee yassss, i’ll show you.” she takes your hand and leads you to another set of vip booths where a bunch of women are sitting. “girls, i made a friend~! she’s so nice and we’re literally sisters now.”
they all start squealing and fawning over you, complimenting your hair and makeup.
you feel loads better after you finally get your virgin long island iced tea and get roped into pictures with these random girls.
“it’s actually my birthday at midnight,” you tell them and they collectively gasp.
“how old are you?”
“i’ll be thirty.”
“oh my god you look soooo freakin’ good for thirty,” the omega from earlier, who’s name you learn is camie, slurs. “what’s your secret?”
“camie you’re thirty two and look twenty,” a red haired alpha woman giggles.
“yeah but that’s cause of surgery. did you get surgery?”
“um, no, i didn’t,” you laugh. “thank you though.”
she convinces you to stand and dance with her, pulling you to the dance floor. you shyly try to follow her steps, giggling when she bumps you with her hip.
a wrong move makes you trip and nearly tumble into someone.
“oops, my bad,” you apologise and look up to see it’s the alpha from earlier.
“you again?” he says.
“oh…hello.”
camie appears and squeals, hanging onto katsuki. “suki baby! where have you been?! this is my new best friend in the entire world w/n.”
“y/n,” you correct.
“that’s literally what i said,” she pouts. “this is katsuki, my boyfriend’s friend's friend.”
wait but that would mean, “you own the club?”
“yeah,” he replies curtly.
you blank, not sure what to say to that. “okay.”
he holds up something pink and glittery. “this fell out of your bag back there.”
you gasp. “my phone. thank you so much!”
camie groans. “this is boring and my feet hurt, let’s sit down.”
katsuki surprisingly follows you back to the booth, sitting next to you. camie squeezes next to him, sighing dramatically. “suki, rub my feet.”
“i’d rather die.”
“meanie.”
you giggle and sip the rest of your drink as you go through your phone. there’s a dozen texts from mina asking where you were. you respond and tell her you’re okay and just having fun with some other people and she should enjoy her time.
katsuki rubs his chin, peering down at you through the corner of his eye. you’re cute, a little shorter than he’s used to but he likes what he sees.
“what’s your name again?”
you peer up at him with doe eyes. “y/n.”
“mm, okay. can i get you a drink?”
that takes you back. why would the owner of the komori club want to buy you a drink?
“umm, okay.” you smile politely.
both of you sit bide by side in one booth, leaning in close to hear each other over the music.
“so what do you do?”
“i’m a paediatrician.”
“so you deal with bratty kids all day?”
you take another sip of your drink and nod your head. “i do. i love my job.”
he shrugs and picks a speck off his orange shirt. “i couldn’t do it. think that’s more of an omega thing.”
“we have lots of alphas there too and—“
camie’s squeal right in your ear makes you wince. “ohemgee y/n it’s midnight! happy birthday!”
you smile and let her clumsily hug you. “thank you, camie.”
“s’ your birthday?” katsuki inquires.
you nod and read the messages coming in from friends and family.
“happy birthday or whatever.”
you grin up at him. “thank you.”
under the colourful lights you don’t see the slight blush on his cheeks.
hours pass and you start getting sleepy.
“think i’m gonna head home,” you murmur and stand up. the girls all whine and protest and it makes you sad but you get their numbers with vague promises to hangout.
katsuki stands too, towering over you. “i’ll walk you out.”
“ooohhhh~,” camie swoons. katsuki flips her off behind your back.
mina meets you outside with eijirou, absolutely plastered and grinding up on her amused boyfriend.
“thank you again,” you thank katsuki shyly. without the loud music and dim lights, you feel a little more nervous talking to such an intimidating alpha.
“whatever,” he says offhandedly. “gimme your number.”
you gasp loudly, and he stifles a laugh behind his hand.
“take the damn number,” mina grits out, not so quietly.
your hands shake on your phone as you exchange information.
“y-you can call me whenever,” you mumble. “not whenever, i mean i’m usually free after six o’clock but i’m free all day tomorrow.”
“mhm.” he looks down at you with heated eyes, making you squirm.
thankfully the uber arrives so you can help mina inside before she can pass out.
“goodbye.” you wave at katsuki and eijirou as you enter.
eijirou waves excitedly while katsuki just watches the car leave.
“your scent is swelling,” eijirou comments. “you got a lil crush, bro?”
katsuki ‘tch’s’. “whatever. i don’t do crushes.”
“mhm. we’ll see.”
*
mina wakes up in your shared apartment, in your bed after she insisted on sleeping there, more hungover than she’s ever been. she groans and rolls over to see you wrapped in a towel, just getting out of the shower.
“hey birthday bestie,” she smiles before groaning softly. “ugh my head. you’re up early.”
“i left you aspirin on the bedside table.” you pat her thigh and pick out some loungewear. “drink plenty of water and rest.”
“yes nurse.”
“i’m a doctor, not a nurse.”
mina sticks her tongue at you before reaching over for the medicine. “so, what's the plan for today?”
“nothing?”
“you’ve gotta go out, y/n! treat yourself and do something. you’ve only got one life y’know.”
you hum and put on two floral scent patches on your neck. “i like to use my day off to relax, mina. sit down with my computer and watch netflix.”
your phone vibrates, and mina sneaks a peek. “uh who’s this calling you ‘bestie’?”
“hm?” you pick up the phone and read the message from the unknown number. “no idea.”
“want me to tell them off?”
“no. i think i know who it is.” you text back, and sure enough, it’s camie. “it’s this omega i met in the club. i didn’t expect her to text me to be honest.”
“hmm, is she nice?”
“i think? she was plastered when i met her and after she dragged me to her friends she was teasing that guy who owns the club and was all over him.”
“maybe they’re dating?”
you hum softly and shake your head. “i don’t think they were dating. she said he’s her boyfriend’s friend’s friend or something.”
“boyfriend’s friend's friend? woah. what does she want?”
bar girl
>>we should totally get bdb
me
<<bdb?
bar girl
>>b day brunch(*^ω^*)
me
<<you remembered?
bar girl
>>uh ofc i did🙄🙄🙄🙄
>>there’s this place downtown that gives you free pancakes on your bday (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)
me
>>that sounds good
>>can i bring a friend
bar girl
>>a friend or a *friend*??? 😏😏
>>or a fwb uwu
you look at mina. “you two will get along.”
you and mina get dressed and drive to the address camie sent, meeting her in the parking lot.
“i always pass this place but never go in,” you hum and let her hug you.
“well today’s the day!” she giggles before reaching out to give mina a handshake. “hi, i’m camie.”
“mina. love your dress.”
“thank you! i love your hair. it’s so big and pink. like cotton candy. i love cotton candy, it’s soooo yummy.”
“thank you,” mina snickers.
“let's go in, i got us a table already and there’s bottomless mimosas.”
“oh, i’m driving so i can’t drink,” you tell her.
“boooo,” camie pouts.
“tomato tomato,” mina adds, mimicking throwing tomatoes at you.
you playfully shove her inside and follow camie to the window booth.
you sit down and idly chew one of the bread sticks while camie goes on about how much she travels and where she wants to go for winter. perks of being an influencer you suppose.
“you should totally try it, you’re really pretty,” she grins. “just take some pictures.”
“pfft, her social media is so dry you could use it to light a fire,” mina chides. “she barely posts anything.”
“it’s not that bad,” you mumble and open your instagram. all you have is a few milestone pictures and some of you and your family. the last time you posted was two years ago when you officially became a doctor.
“realising how bad it is?” mina snickers.
“shut up, it's not. i think it’s practical.”
“uh huh.”
camie peeks at your phone. “like…ew.”
“ew?
“it’s so empty. who’s this?” she taps her acrylic on a picture of you and a cousin.
“my cousin. it was his birthday.”
“he’s cute or whatever, but girllll, what is this dry ass shit?!”
you thank the waiter that puts your pancakes down. they’re cute and heart shaped with ‘happy birthday’ spelled out in chocolate syrup. “yay, pancakes.”
“we’re coming back to this after eating.”
“aw,” you pout and take a bite.
“don’t feel so bad, bestie. everyone gets busy.”
“i don’t feel bad, what’re you talking about?”
“you’re clearly in denial,” mina shakes her head.
“no i’m not.”
“sure. let's finish eating.”
mina listens to camie direct you on how to update your social media while eating her biscuits and gravy.
“but i don’t understand why i have to take a picture of my food.”
“to show what you're eating! also to show how good it is!
your eyes dart from the food to the phone. “okay. i have a follow up question.”
“just take the picture.”
“okay! okay.” you snap a photo of your pancakes and show it to camie. “is this good?”
“no. the angles are weird and the lighting is off.”
you huff, not wanting to make her mad but you put your phone down. “i’m just going to eat my food if you don’t mind.”
“wait! take the photo now! the lighting’s perfect.”
you sigh and take the picture anyway. a message pops up before you can add a caption.
scary alpha from club
>>wyd?
mina waves her hand in front of her face. “whew. why do you smell nervous?”
“really?! is my patch peeling up already?” you touch the scent patches on your neck.
“no, bestie, your scent just bled through it just now. are you okay?”
“yeah, um, that guy from the club last night just texted me…”
“who?”
“katsuki?!” camie gasps loudly. “he never ever ever texts anybody! what did he say?”
“he just asked what i’m doing. should i just tell him?”
“yes!” “no!” camie and mina shout simultaneously.
“huh?”
“don't listen to her. let him know what you're doing. he seems interested in you enough to text you. did he say happy birthday?” camie asks eagerly.
“he did at the club and he bought me two drinks.”
“oooh, that's a good sign.”
inhaling deeply, you text back.
me
<<eating brunch with camie and mina
scary alpha from club
>>cool
>>you busy after?
you stare at the phone wide eyed.
“well, what'd he say?” mina asks with a big grin.
“he asked if i'm busy after this…”
they both squeal, drawing a few stares.
“well, what're you gonna say?!” camie gasps.
“no, i guess?”
“say ‘no, why?’ and add a smiley face!”
“seriously?”
they start talking over each other, overwhelming you. “okay, can we calm down? i’m just going to tell him i’m not busy and see what happens after that.”
“my bestie's going on a date!” camie squeals.
“your bestie?! i've known y/n since high school.”
“umm club rules say we’re literally bffs forever now.”
“the last ‘f’ is already ‘forever’”
camie blinks at her. “oh…i knew that.”
ignoring their bickering, you text katsuki.
me
<<;no i’m free after
<<fhtdrkt
<<we’re going shopping for a new outfit for her
<<;ajdheieo
<<sorry, camie took my phone
katsuki looked at his phone and let out a subtle snicker.
eijirou walked into the living room of their shared penthouse. “hey man! woah, are you smiling at your phone?! who is it? tell me tell me please?”
katsuki rolls his eyes as eijirou gets in his face. “back off, shitty hair! you're like a nosy golden retriever.”
eijirou keeps trying to peek before stopping when katsuki growls at him. “fine then, keep your secrets. it’s probably that omega from yesterday~”
the spike in katsuki’s scent tells him he’s not wrong.
“oooh you do have a crush~” eijirou teases. “she’s cute though.”
katsuki side-eyes him and sends a scent out that clearly says ‘back off’.
eijirou raises his hands in placation. “relax bro, i’m not going after your omega, i have mina. you should just talk to her.”
“duh, that’s what i’m doing.”
“like an actual person and not a throwaway.”
“yeah. this time, i actually am.”
“good for you, man. so what’s the plan?”
“said she’s birthday shopping with mina and— what’s icy hots friends name again?”
eijirou stares blankly. “shoto has friends? is it that kid from that extra course you took?”
“yeah. his girlfriend i guess. that girl who talks like a valley girl.”
“oh camie,” eijirou realises. “i like her, she’s cool. a little dumb though.”
katsuki stands from the couch and stretches his shoulder. “let’s go.”
“where?”
“shopping.”
“ooh, where?”
katsuki stopped for a moment.
me
>>where are you guys going shopping
club omega(cute brat doctor)
>>this is camie （＾ω＾）
>>going to the daimaru mall
>>tddkhvk
>>i’m sorry about her
>>but yh apparently that’s where we’re going
me
<<;i’ll c u there
you squeak in terror. “what does he mean?! is this code for something? camie!”
“y/n, relax, he’s just meeting us there.”
“he’s meeting us there?!”
mina sips her orange juice, opting to drink something else after her fourth mimosa. “it’ll be fine bestie. i think i had too many drinks.”
camie orders a pitcher of water. “suki knows all the best shopping spots. his parents are fashion designers. you know the bakugous.”
“i think i’m gonna pass out…” you mumble, fanning your face.
“it’ll be fine. let’s finish our food and head out,” mina suggests.
camie nods and you take a deep breath.
“okay.”
you sit near the fountain in the mall as camie and mina talked to some guy at a kiosk about a set of diamond earrings.
“hey,” a voice calls out.
you look up and see katsuki’s tall and bulky figure before you, his chest and abs defined underneath his black shirt.
“eiji!” mina jumps and hugs eijirou, wrapping her legs around his side waist. “what’re you doing here?”
“kat said we’re going shopping so i just followed him,” eijirou tells her and rubs the top of katsuki’s head. his hand gets smacked away immediately.
you stand abruptly, lost for words. “you actually came?”
“i said i would.”
you swallow nervously and fiddle with one of the patches on your neck. scanning through your brain, you give him the first compliment you can think of and say, “i like your hair?”
“…my hair.”
mina facepalms.
“yes? a shaved head suits you.” you give him a stiff thumbs up.
“are you alright?”
”yup, i’m great. perfectly fine.”
he waves his hand over his face. “you’re stinking up the place.”
you clap loudly and smile. “i need to use the bathroom. excuse me.” you cover the side of your face to avoid his gaze and stride past him towards the bathroom.
mina looks in your direction and follows after you. you’re splashing water on your face in the sink when she finds you.
“hey, bestie, you okay?”
“i’m a fucking idiot…”
“nooo, that’s not true.”
“it was horrible! he probably thinks i’m stupid now!”
“no, you were just nervous. everyone gets nervous when they meet someone they might like. c’mon, let's go back. i’m sure this will go over well.”
back at the fountain, katsuki sat with arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“don’t worry man, i’m sure she went to wash her face. you were nervous too when we got here.”
“shut up shitty hair…”
as you and mina walked back over, katsuki noticed you were still nervous but not as much as before.
“hey.”
“hi.” he nods.
“sorry about that,” you apologise and play with the pink sleeve of your sweater.
“don't worry about it. where did you guys want to go shop?”
“ooh, dolmas,” camie grins. “then some jewellery from tiffany’s.”
katsuki looks down at you. “is that what you want?”
you peer up at him. “i’m fine with anything but i wouldn't mind going to h&m.”
“what do omegas even like? soft shit, right?”
“i like comfy stuff…”
“good to know. you really wanna go to h&m?”
“what’s wrong with h&m?”
“you can do better.”
“but i like h&m. i got my outfit from there.” you look down at your outfit.
“your outfit looks nice, sure, but an omega like you should have a couple lavish things or something. follow me.” he and eijirou start walking in the opposite direction.
“an omega like me?” you repeat and look at camie. “what does that mean? is that bad?”
“relax, girl,” she dismisses. “it’s a good thing.”
the three follow katsuki and eijirou towards a store where you see a mannequin in a white button-up and a pink plaid skirt. you go inside and search for it before your nose wrinkles when you look at the price . “oh lord, that’s like a month of groceries…”
a looming presence stands behind you, making you nervous.
“you like this?” katsuki rumbles above you.
“huh? oh yeah, but it’s too much for me.”
“get you size then hand it to me.”
“huh?” you stammer. “n-no i can’t let you do that.”
“consider it a birthday present.”
you reluctantly look through the options and thankfully find the size you always wear. “i should try it on first. these things usually run small.”
“i’ll be out here waiting for you. what size are you? i saw something else i thought you’d like.”
you tell him and he hums, wordlessly walking off.
“how’s it going?” mina whispers after witnessing the scene.
“he’s so…weird.”
“weird how?”
“i dunno, just weird. not bad weird though. he’s different than what i’m used to.”
“different is good sometimes. he seems nice based off of what eiji told me but he just looks mean on the outside.”
“very mean,” you mutter and look at another dress. “we’ll see.”
you’ve never really been a fan of shopping. more likely to just buy stuff online and hope it fits and if it doesn’t just send it back. so you’re exhausted after just two hours of looking through different stores.
“my feet hurt,” you whine. “i shouldn’t have worn wedges today. mina can we go home?”
“we still have like five more stores.”
you whine louder.
katsuki comes back with a long-sleeved dress and notices your irritation. “you okay?”
“my feet hurt and i’m tired.”
“how about you sit outside. i’ll buy the dress and i'll meet you there.”
“okay,” you hum, stepping out and looking for the nearest bench. you see some empty ones around a little kakigori stand and buy some.
“strawberry for the pretty lady,” the cashier grins. “i put a little extra something on the side.”
“hm?” you hum, look at the side of the cup and notice a number written onto the sparkly paper. “oh…thanks.”
you sit and eat some of the ice, feeling a little awkward about the unsolicited phone number. but he is cute. maybe you’ll text him later and see what happens.
katsuki comes out of the store with a small bag of clothes and sees you eating your treat while darting your eyes between it and the guy behind the kakigori counter. ‘what the fuck is going on…’
the guy comes over to talk to you, making you laugh slightly at something he says before he hands you a small piece of paper and goes back to the stand.
katsuki comes over and turns his head at the smell of horny alpha. ‘ew.’ “you feeling better?”
“i am, thank you,” you smile.
katsuki side eyes the alpha who shrinks into himself and scurries off. rolling his eyes, he sits next to you and looks at your food. “how much was that?”
“700¥.”
“what size is that?”
“a small?”
“700 for a small?! that’s not worth getting up for. y’mind sharing with me?”
“oh, um, but i only have one spoon. let me ask for another one.”
“we can still share.”
you chew your lip. “that’s not very sanitary.”
“it’s not like we’re sick or anything. just hand over the spoon,” katsuki sighs.
“the doctor in me says germs are everywhere…”
“and the not doctor part?”
you think for a moment, then hand him the spoon. “i might as well let loose a little on my birthday.”
“good,” katsuki grins and scoops some of the ice. “is this strawberry?”
“it’s my favorite,” you smile.
“mine too.” he noms the scoop, licking over his lips and fangs.
you clear your throat. “i never asked what you did outside of owning the club.”
he passes you the spoon and rubs his chin. “i used to model for my folks but i got bored of that. but i’d say the clubs are all i do.”
“is there any other stuff you’re interested in?”
“i don’t know really. the clubs are interesting and the business is good.”
you hum and eat some of the kakigori. “so it’s just business with you?”
he searches his mind for something else. “i like to cook.”
“are you any good?”
“all the food served at the clubs are my recipes.”
“ooh. i didn’t try any but hopefully one day. i’m not a good cook, which is ironic since i love to eat.”
“i could teach you,” he offers.
“really? i don’t want to be a bother,” you mumble.
“you’re not being a bother trust me. just let me teach you the basics.”
“i’d like that.” you smile and his alpha preens proudly.
he glances at the piece of paper and sees it’s a number. when you’re not paying attention he slides it over to himself and crumples it up.
“totes cute,” camie comments from where she’s watching with mina and eijirou.
“i’m happy for him,” eijirou smiles. “so manly.”
mina playfully rolls her eyes at eijirou before smiling at you while you share shaved ice with katsuki. “they have to get together. she always messes up relationships cause of her anxiety.”
“uh mina, kat has anxiety too. he just doesn’t show it as often.”
“really? they’re both perfect for each other then.”
*
eijirou helps load the bags, and mina who’s finally tuckered out from those drinks, into your car.
“i had a great time,” you smile at camie. “we should hangout more often.”
“ohemgee, we should! you can totally come to my place whenever and we’ll have so much fun. also, happy birthday,” she grins, handing you a small bag from tiffany’s.
“camie, you didn’t have to,” you gasp.
“but i did. you’re welcome. inasa said he’s gonna pick me up so i’ll see you two again, okay?”
you nod and give her a hug. “thank you.”
you walk over to katsuki and smile up at him as he playfully raises an eyebrow.
“what is it?” he scoffs softly.
you take out a packet of tissues from your purse and wipe his mouth. “you got syrup on you, katsuki. today was fun. whenever you’re free, you can teach me how to cook like you said.”
“sure, tiny.”
“i’m not tiny, you alphas are just big for nothing.”
“you’re small to me, tiny. you’re practically fun-sized,” he chuckles as your chubby cheeks puff up. ‘cute.’
“can we gooooo?” mina groans from the passenger side.
“i’m coming, relax. bye katsuki.” you wave.
he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you do with a little amusement. some of his scent from the gland on his wrist rubs off on your sleeve.
“later, tiny.”
“bye, giant,” you scoff before walking back to your car and driving off.
a few minutes after you and mina leave, camie squeals and shakes katsuki’s arm. “you like her~”
“i’ve only known her for two days.barely two days, a day and a half at most.”
“babe i can tell you like her. my crush meter is never wrong!”
katsuki scoffs and walks to his audi. “whatever. let’s go, shitty hair.”
“bro we can’t just leave camie,” eijirou protests. “that’s so unmanly to leave a lady by herself.”
“good thing you’re with her then.” katsuki enters his car and starts the engine.
“you’re not seriously leaving me here are you?!”
katsuki gives him a look.
“bro!”
“so not cool,” camie pouts.
“fine. get in the car so we wait. i don’t feel like standing and waiting for that bald headed bastard.”
eijirou and camie stifle their laughs. “bro, you’re bald too.”
“i’m not bald. it’s a buzz cut, shut up.”
“i can see your scalp, babe.”
“i’m blond! of course it looks like this.”
“if you say so.”
over the next week, you and katsuki have been texting each other a lot, sharing recipes, and getting to know each other. throughout the week, he’d have someone deliver food to you for lunch under the claim of wanting you to eat right while being busy. the food was amazing, and you’d tell him every time after you eat the dish. monday, he made you kushiyaki, tuesday, it was gyoza, and wednesday, the delivery man comes as usual and meets you outside the hospital but he comes empty handed. he also looked a little different. taking off his hat, he revealed himself to be katsuki.
“katsuki!” you gasp. “hi.”
“hey tiny. i like your getup.”
“it’s a lab coat,” you huff. “what did you bring today?”
“nothing, i’m taking you out for lunch.”
“what, are you serious?”
“yeah, let’s go before your lunch is up.”
“ i can’t go too far but there’s this yakisoba vendor just around the corner.”
katsuki bends his elbow for you to slide your hand into, he rumbles when you do and bleeds happy alpha pheromones into the air. your cheeks heat up, and you suppress a purr as you walk.
the yakisoba is delicious. you happily eat it, blissfully unaware of katsuki watching you.
“yours looks yummier than mine,” you complain half-heartedly and point your chopsticks at his packet.
katsuki tilts it and smiles softly when you twirl your stick in it and take some. you hum and fan your face, swallowing the bite. “spicy. very spicy. oh my god.”
“can’t handle the heat?”
“i like spicy food, i just wasn't prepared.”
“whatever you say, tiny,” katsuki chuckles and hands you the coke he’s drinking.
“thank you,” you hum, drinking some of his soda before eating more of your noodles.
katsuki walks you back to the clinic after lunch, stopping at the entrance.
“i’ll see you soon, tiny.”
“i hope so. thank you for lunch.”
your genuine smile makes his alpha preen and starts rumbling.
“whatever, you don’t have to be so soft about it.”
“im just being polite but, okay.”
you save at katsuki as he starts walking down the block, your omega swooning a little as you go back to your office.
“someone smells happy,” mina comments when you walk into the apartment. “did you see another cute baby?”
“yes but that’s not why i’m happy,” you hum and kick off your shoes. “katsuki came to see me for lunch.”
she looks up from her laptop. “oh?”
“yeah. he was really nice and we ate yakisoba.”
“so you went on a lunch date~”
“we did,” you squeal and plop onto the couch next to her. “he’s so cute.”
“you think he’s cute? ooh, bestie has a crush!”
“mina stooop,” you whine, hiding your face in a throw pillow.
“next thing you know he’ll ask you out on a date, then he'll be your boyfriend!”
“no way. an alpha like that is not going to date a paediatrician.”
“he seems pretty interested in you already. who knows, it might go well. so are you going to spend your heat with him next week?”
you gasp, scandalised. “no! he has better things to do and im still too nervous,” you pout.
“you gotta be confident and put yourself out there bestie! he might even say yes!”
“i dunno…”
mina loops her arm over you for a hug. “you’ll get it.”
next week, you took your mandatory week off from work. the first few days aren’t so bad; just hot flashes, hunger, and horniness.
mina gives you as much space as you want but brings you food and water.
on the third day, you turn around in your nest, whimpering loudly.
you moan in pain as you get another cramp, your fingers not enough to ease the pain in your pussy. your eyes settle on something pink hanging from the laundry basket, your scent mixed with something sweeter catching your nose. standing up, you pluck the sweater you wore last week and press it to your nose to inhale the smell of burnt caramel.
your eyes roll back as you let out a loud moan. ‘alpha. need alpha,’ your omega whines.
you blindly reach around for your phone as you rock your hips against your hand.
katsuki finishes loading the dishwasher, pressing the button to start the cycle.
his phone buzzes in his back pocket as he opens the fridge to grab water before after morning workout.
y/n(tiny omega) is calling…
katsuki’s eyes widen as he sees the contact. ‘oh shit.’
rushing up the stairs, he shuts the door to his room and sits on his bed. “hey tiny.”
on the other end, you let out a cross between a keen and a moan.
“tiny? you okay?”
‘alpha. need you,’ you whine. ‘miss you.’
“y/n, are you okay?”
‘no, hurts too much,’ you whimper. ‘want you.’
‘she’s in heat. i can’t just hang up on her,’ katsuki thought to himself.
“i’m here omega. it’s gonna be okay,” he mumbles as you whimper softly. “imagine i'm there with you, ‘mega. spread your legs for me, can you do that?”
you whimper out a yes and spread your legs a little wider.
“good girl. lemme know how you're feeling, okay?”
you whimper into the phone and start rubbing your clit. ‘alpha.’
“you're touching yourself aren’t you? what’s running through that pretty head of yours?”
‘you, alpha,’ you keen.
“yeah?”
‘mhm,’ you hum into the phone.
“what would you let me to do to you, pretty girl?”
‘anything,’ you pant. ‘whatever you want.’
katsuki fishes out his dick, languidly stroking himself. “what’re you wearing?”
his phone buzzes again.
y/n(tiny omega)
>>{image}
katsuki opens it and sucks in a breath when he sees the picture of you from the neck down in the familiar loose pink sweater and nothing else, the collar loose enough for him to see the swollen scent glands shiny with oil.
“fuck, you look so hot,” he groans softly, stroking himself.
you whine on the other end and press two fingers into your slick hole.
‘do you have a heat toy?’ he asks you.
blearily you pull your fingers from your pussy, your omega whining at the loss, and open your bedside drawer to take out a purple and pink jelly, knotted dildo you bought ages ago to help with your heats. “i do,” you whine into the phone.
‘fuck, change the call to face time, pretty girl. i wanna see you.’
you roll onto your back, contemplating if you should. ‘need alpha,’ your inner omega whines.
you tap the button on your phone and set the phone at the head of your bed while you wait for him to switch the call. you softly rock against the toy and whine softly before it finally connects.
‘you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. you wish it was me, don’t you?’ he chuckles, groaning as he fists himself a little faster. ‘you wish it was me stuffing you full right now, pretty girl? show me how you like it.’
you lay on your side and bend your knee towards your chest, giving him a full view of your front. you reach behind your thigh and press the dildo to your hole, sighing in relief when it’s buried up to the knot.
“wish you were here, alpha,” you whimper as you rock against the toy before slowly withdrawing it. katsuki sees the thick, shiny, slick clinging to the toy and your hand, and licks his lips.
‘holy shit, you’re soaked, pretty girl,’ katsuki groans as he starts bucking into his hand. ‘keep going, just like that.’
you swallow thickly, gathering up the courage to ask him to move the camera. “can i see you? please?” there’s some desperation behind the question, how you breathlessly beg for him to show his dick. the sound of your whimpers fill his ears, riling up his alpha.
katsuki flips his camera around, showing his hand wrapped around himself, his cock, shiny from the precum while his knot was starting to swell from seeing you like that.
‘alpha, you’re so big,’ you gasp from your end before moaning when the dildo ghosts over your g-spot.
“yeah? is it the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”
‘i’ve never seen an alpha’s dick before…only betas,’ you admit shyly.
“oh yeah? well what do you think?”
‘you’re so thick, katsuki.’
“call me katsuki again,” he groans as you keep thrusting the toy in and out.
‘i want you katsuki. you and your knot, alpha,’ you whimper and smell your sleeve again to imagine he’s there. ‘fuck.’
“what was that?”
‘my sweater smells like you, alpha. you smell so good.’
katsuki squeezes his knot, trying not to cum. he exhales loudly, his voice tight as he fights off his orgasm.
‘wish you were here, katsuki,’ you whine and push the toy deeper inside you. the fake knot catches your sore rim. ‘you’d treat me so well. you’d be such a good alpha. you’d be the best sire to anyone’s pups.’
“shit, pretty girl, you can’t just say things like that,” katsuki groans as he tries to hold back.
‘but it’s true,’ you moan. ‘anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate.’
“even you, pretty girl?”
your eyes widen as the words slip from his mouth pushing you over the edge. ‘fuck!’
katsuki watches as the knot disappears between your legs as you buck wildly. ‘shit that was hot,’ he thinks.
you whine into the phone and look into the camera. ‘katsuki?’
“hmm?”
‘i wish it was you, instead.’
katsuki’s eyes roll back as his nose scrunches up, his groans echoing throughout his room. “fuck.” his knot pops, pulsing as his dick spits cum all over his abs and hand.
‘alpha?’ you call out from the phone. ‘alpha are you still there?’
katsuki flips the camera so you can see his face. “i’m still here, pretty girl. don’t worry.”
you start to whine and whimper, your omega disappointed in the fake knot. katsuki hears the door open and some footsteps.
“whew. you’ve been busy,” mina exclaims and taps your shoulder. “uh oh. this is why i told you to get a heat partner.”
katsuki’s alpha growls at the sight of someone else touching you when you’re so vulnerable.
“bestie, who’s—shut up, you didn’t! i’ll go get some rags and some food for you but i’m so happy! she’ll be out for a couple hours.”
katsuki watches the beta give you aftercare, growling when she reaches between your legs to take out the toy. you whine and grab her arm. “knot!”
“it’s okay, you can use it later. you’re such a good omega.”
you purr at the praise, letting go of mina and resting your head on the pillow with a blissed-out expression.
mina picks up your phone. “i’ll let her text you later. byeee~” she sings and hangs up. katsuki stares at his home screen for a moment, then becomes hyper-aware of the cold cum on his stomach and hand. “ew.”
katsuki goes into his bathroom and takes a shower before opening his window and changing into a clean pair of boxers and sweats.
walking inot the living room, he passes eijirou while making his way towards the kitchen.
“damn, bakubro,” eijirou calls out. “what’s got you all worked up?”
“nothing. i’m just getting something to eat.”
“you stink.” he waves his hand in front of his face for effect. “is your rut early?”
“mind your business, shitty hair!”
“did you get cockblocked?”
“shitty hair…”
eijirou holds his hands up in surrender and goes back to watching his movie.
you wake up sore, the fog of heat a little clearer after an orgasm and a nap. you turn over and see mina sitting behind you with her laptop in hand watching a movie. “mina?” you mumble.
“nice to see you’re awake, bestie,” she hums.
you glance at her sitting on your blanket. “you’re in my nest…”
“i can go if you want me to. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“how long have you been here?”
“about an hour.”
you sigh and lay back down. “i’m just tired. what happened?”
“apparently you spent an hour long face time call with katsuki.”
“what! oh no no no no no. i probably acted like a horny bitch,” you whine and cover your face in shame. “i’m a terrible omega.”
“what, no you’re not, bestie. you’re a great omega and anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate. and he texted you back.”
she shows you the notification on your phone.
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>text me when you wake up
your omega purrs but you shut her up. “i’m so embarrassed.”
“this is a good thing!”
“what if it’s not!” you whine.
“only one way to find out.
me
<<hey
he replies almost immediately.
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>you okay?
me
<<yeah
<<;feeling better
<<i’m sorry for bothering you
<<i probably did sumn weird
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>no you didn’t
>>don’t worry about it
“he’s being so cool about it,” you mumble. “why?”
“almost like he likes you,” mina says and steals a fry from the takeout bag.
“no he doesn’t, does he?”
“he wouldn’t have stayed on the phone if he didn’t.”
“maybe you’re right. hopefully he does like me back.”
“are you saying you like katsuki?”
“i’ve only known him for two weeks, mina. but i think he’s cute,” you say quietly.
“bestie’s got a crush!”
“no, i don’t, shut up!” you whine.
she squeals quietly. “your first actual crush on someone you know in real life and not just instagram models.”
you huff and feel your stomach start to flutter. “i—i should call my alpha.”
mina packs up her things and puts the leftover food on your nightstand. “i cleaned your toy and left it in the drawer. good luck.”
when you’re alone again, you call katsuki and hold your phone to your ear.
‘hey pretty girl,’ katsuki’s voice echoes through the speaker.
“hi alpha,” you smile to yourself.
‘you feeling better?”
you whine and it tells him what he has to know.
‘go get your toy, pretty girl.’
*
two days later you’re coming down from the peak of heat, extremely tired and spent. mina leaves you wrapped up in your blankets with plenty of water, netflix and snacks before going to work.
in the middle of watching inside job, you hear a knock at your front door. you trudge your way over in your self made burrito and open your door. the smell of burnt caramel and smoke hit your nose instantly. “alpha!” you chirp, hugging him and rubbing your cheek on his chest before pulling him inside.
“glad to see you’re feeling better, pretty girl.” katsuki rubs his chin on the top of your head, scenting your bonnet.
you purr contentedly, hugging him tighter. “what’re you doing here? how did you know where i lived?”
“eijirou’s girlfriend gave us your address so i can check on you. i brought food.” he shows you the brown paper bag.
“such a good alpha,” you mumble and pull his free hand. “come into my nest.”
“are you sure, pretty girl. i don’t want to impose on you.”
“i want you to see it. please?”
“all right, lead the way.”
you show him your bed piled high with pink and white blankets and a pastel pink throw. a cat squishmallow sits by your white headboard.
“cozy,” katsuki comments as he sits.
you purr happily as you sit next to him in the nest. “what’d you bring?”
“omurice.”
“that sounds yummy,” you chirp and tug the front of his shirt. “can you take this off so i can put it in my nest?”
“you want my shirt?”
“mmhm.”
katsuki chuckles as he removes his shirt and adjusts himself so he lays on his side. “is this better?”
your eyes trail along his torso, ogling his large pecs, slight six pack and the full sleeve on his right arm and pec. “yeah.”
you tuck the shirt under your pillow and lay down so he’s spooning you and can see your computer screen.
“what show is this?”
“inside job. the guy that made gravity falls is a producer.”
“mm,” he rumbles and rubs your hip. “never heard of them.”
you giggle at the feeling and watch the episode, letting the conspiracy jokes flow through your ears.
“is that a half dolphin half human man?” katsuki mumbles.
“yeah, he was in some military testing and it went wrong, but it’s funny.”
“you’re weird sometimes, but it’s cute,” he mumbles as he presses his nose to your neck. “and you smell so good.”
your omega preens but you choke up, suddenly freezing as katsuki’s rough tongue laps against your skin.
katsuki groans as he tastes your butterscotch scent, his hips rutting against your ass.
you turn your neck enough to face him. “katsuki, i don’t want to go all the way during my heat…”
“that’s okay,” he rumbles. “i won’t push you.”
“you’re so sweet,” you purr, tilting your head back to smile up at him. “but…we can do other stuff if you want.”
“like this?” katsuki whispers as he leans in and cups your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before laning in and kissing you softly.
you turn around and lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.
katsuki rumbles softly as he cups your face, deepening the kiss.
“alpha?” you murmur as you pull away.
“mhm?”
your scent flares a little with post-heat heaviness.“need you.”
katsuki’s pupil dilate at the change in scent. ‘holy shit.’ “you sure, pretty girl?” he mumbles as you stare up at him.
“please?”
he kisses your neck and shoulder, tongue darting out to taste your scent gland. his hand slips your sleep shorts off and your legs open on impulse. his alpha rumbles loudly but he knows your heat is the one talking.
“where’s your toy, pretty girl?”
“drawer,” you whine, tilting your head allowing him to nose more against your scent gland. you cling to him while he stretches his arm to your drawer to take out the dildo.
you whine when you see the toy, pulling his sweatpants. “knot!”
“can’t give you the real thing yet pretty girl. not when you’re like this,” he coos, kissing your forehead.
you whine and paw at his sweats. “alpha.”
“i’m sorry but i’m not taking advantage of you like this.”
you whine and you try rubbing your ass against him.
“no, y/n,” he sighs, gripping your hips so you stop. he adjusts both of you so he sits on his knees between your legs while you lay on your stomach. “i’ll still help you.”
he leans over you and allows you to inhale his scent. your hips buck up against him, covering his sweatpants with slick.
“easy, pretty girl. i’ll give you what you want.”
rubbing the dildo along your hole, he taps it a couple of times on your clit before slowly pushing it in.
“oh fuck, alpha!” you whine as you buck your hips.
“i’m right here, y/n. y’like that don’t you,” he whispers as you moan into your pillow.
his eyes focus on the way the dildo easily glides out of your cunt, slick starting to drip down and wet his fingers. the air is thick with your scent with the lingering heaviness of heat but not as strong as a few days ago.
your hands grip the blanket next to your head.
“is it too much for you, pretty girl?”
“more,” you whine. “please.”
“faster or harder, omega?”
“yes,” you whimper, arching your back more.
katsuki places a hand on your lower back as he moves the toy at your request and leans over you, kisses behind your ear. “you’re such a good omega, y/n.”
you choke on a moan when you cum, whining into your pillow. your hips cant backwards against the toy. “alpha, knot me please!”
katsuki pushes the toy ask the way inside you with a soft pop, grinding the tip of it into your g-spot to draw out your orgasm. your body falls flat on the bed, knees and arms weak but your omega is satisfied.
“good girl,” he whispers, rubbing your sides and kisses your cheek. “you stay here, i’ll go get your food and some water.”
you whine at the mention of katsuki leaving. “nooo,” you mumble. “alpha stay.”
“just relax. imagine this is my knot.” he wiggles the toy and you sigh. ‘it’s not as big but it’ll do.’
katsuki kisses your temple and walks out of the room to get the omurice he made. ‘dammit it’s fuckin’ cold. i might as well just remake her food.’
about ten minutes later, katsuki comes back in with two plates of food. “you awake, pretty girl? y/n?” he calls out as you groan softly.
“alpha?”
“there she is. i brought you food.”
he places a plate on the other side of the bed then goes into your bathroom looking for a washrag so he can clean you up.
once he’s done he helps you sit up and sets you upright, draping an arm over your shoulder while handing you the plate of food. “eat up, pretty girl. can’t have you starve during your heat.”
“such a good alpha,” you mumble with a dased expression.
katsuki chuckles softly and scoops a piece of egg and rice up. “y/n, you gotta eat. open wide for me, pretty girl.”
you rest your head on his shoulder and open your mouth. “ahh,” you groan softly.
“you want me to feed you?” he chuckles after you take the first bite.
“no, i can—i can do it,” you mumble, reaching for the spoon. “this is good.”
“i know,” he chuckles as you drowsily feed yourself.
“what about you?”
“huh?”
“aren’t you gonna eat?”
“not right now, i’m worried about you.”
you pout as you look up at him and scoop some of your rice and move it towards his mouth. “eat.”
“it’s not for me, y/n. thats yo—”
“no, eat.”
he takes a bite, chewing as you take your own bite.
“yay,” you hum taking your own bite before feeding him again. you squirm happily and keep doing this until you finish your food. “oh, there’s no more…”
“are you still hungry?”
“no. can we cuddle some more?”
he takes the bowl away and puts it on the nightstand. “sure.”
you turn around and rest your head on katsuki’s chest. your omega purrs happily at the closeness. “katsuki?”
“yeah?”
“thank you,” you hum.
“no problem, tiny.”
mina returns in the late evening and sees the pair of slides by the door. your scent is in the air but mixed with another.
“y/n? i’m home. who’s car is by the curb?”
mina doesn’t get a response.
“y/n?”
she knocks on your door before peeking her head into your room, instantly holding her nose as she smells yours and katsuki’s heavy intertwined scents with an undertone of sex.
she peeks into your room and sees you wrapped up in your blanket burrito next to katsuki sitting up on your headboard. your head is on his chest while you sleep and he watches netflix. “oh, you two have been busy,” she chuckles. “hi bakugou.”
his head perks up at the sound of the door opening. “you saw nothing,” he glares.
“how is she?”
“satisfied. we didn’t do anything so don’t get any ideas.”
you let out a small snore and shift closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest and purring from his scent.
“i wasn’t worried about that. i’m glad you care about her,” mina smiles as you purr quietly.
“yeah yeah. go tell your boyfriend i’ll be late tonight.”
“i will,” she giggles.
“and don’t go making it a big thing!” he hisses.
she will.
katsuki gently shakes you awake after you’ve been asleep for an hour. “i’ve gotta go, tiny.”
you pout and stop your omega from whining. “do you have to?”
“i’ve gotta go to work tonight, so yeah. i wanted to ask you something before i go? are you free next saturday?”
“saturday? mm, i have a shift but i could sacrifice my day off for a free saturday. why?”
“i wanna spend time with you. my parents have a show that day then i could take you out for dinner.”
“katsuki, i’d like that,” you smile as he looks down at you. he grabs the shirt but you grab the other end. “can i keep it?”
“i have to wear a shirt, tiny.”
you look up at him with big pleading eyes, bottom lip wobbling. katsuki relents and lets it go. “fine. you can keep it.”
“yay!”
“alright, i’ll see you then, pretty girl,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek before climbing out of your bed.
you watch him walk out of the room and swoon softly. “bye…”
the front door shuts and immediately, mina rushes in, flopping onto your bed. “tell me everything. he didn’t take advantage of you during your heat did he?”
“no.” your eyes dart to your drawer. “he didn’t. he was really nice and helpful, he even made me omurice.”
“anything else?”
“we watched netflix together and cuddled. he asked me out on a date for next saturday. now i just have to find something to wear…”
“i have just the thing!” mina squeals.
“i don’t want anything short! mina your clothes aren’t my style.”
“mmm, nevermind. ooh, what about that outfit you bought when katsuki went with us to the mall?”
you think about the pink plaid shirt sitting in the back of your closet with the long-sleeved white shirt. “i would but i don’t want to mess it up.”
“girl, this is the first date you’ve had in ages. wear the skirt.”
“okay okay. i will. now leave, i wanna do…stuff.”
“uh huh. have fun,” mina snickers before walking out and closing the door behind her.
you fish out the shirt from under your blanket and bring it to your nose, shuddering slightly. ‘alpha.’
eijirou hears the front door open as he’s getting ready in his room and peeks out. “hey bakubro. where’s your shirt?”
A/n: I made this with my bestie/DILF-lover @endeavours-jockstrap! Pt2. coming soon!
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Hitoshi yawns and pats his son's indigo hair. “Yeah, let’s go. Gotta—” Hitoshi starts before getting cut off by a yawn. “Gotta get dressed and eat breakfast.”
Kokoro giggles and grabs Hitoshi’s hand with his. “Hehe daddy bedfast!”
Hitoshi hastily puts together a breakfast burrito for both of them to share.
“Can I has cofee?”
“It’s not for kids,” Hitoshi chuckles.
“Peez?”
Hitoshi pours coffee(apple juice) in a coffee cup and gives it to Koko. “Coffee.”
The toddler drinks it, none the wiser.
“Fank yew!” he giggles.
“Alright, let's get you dressed.”
Hitoshi didn't always expect to have a four year old that looked up at him as if he hung the stars. It was all Kokoro's mother's fault. A brief romance turned into baby trapping, great. She’s a huge bitch too.
Hitoshi locks the apartment door behind him, tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder. “No, dad, I’ll be there, I just have to take Koko to daycare—don’t run.”
Kokoro slows down to a waddle in front of him.
“Yes, Akibimi’s supposed to get him this weekend but I haven’t heard from her in a week so I dunno.”
“Daddy, we go park afta skool?”
“Sorry buddy, I have work but you can go with Auntie Bakugou.”
Koko frowns. “Don’t want to go.”
“Why not?”
“Wanna be wif Daddy. Daddy awway busy.”
Hitoshi feels a pang of guilt in his heart. “I promise we’ll go tomorrow.”
“You say that yestday,” Kokoro mumbles and slaps his hand on the low elevator button.
“I promise I'll take off Friday and then we can hang out all weekend.”
“You promise?”
“Uh huh. Dad?”
‘We’ll see,” Aizawa says on the phone. ‘Say hi to Koko for me.’
Hitoshi puts the phone on loudspeaker. “Say hi, bud.”
“Hi ganpa!”
‘Hello, Kokoro.’
“Lub you!”
‘Love you too. Be good. I’ve gotta go. Bye bye.’
“Buh bye!” Koko giggles.
“Later, Dad. Let’s go, bud.”
*
Hitoshi unlocked the door and unbuckled Koko from his car seat. “Don’t get into any trouble, okay?”
“Otay.”
“And go easy on your teacher, she’s old.” He doesn’t need to be called to the school about Koko using his quirk on his teacher because she was mean to him, again.
“Uh uh! Meanie Yuki go away! I has new teacha!”
Hitoshi rubs his eyes. “Oh right, they emailed me about that. Go easy on her anyway.”
“I be nice?”
“Yup, or else someone will call the boogeyman to come and take away all your toes.”
Koko squeaks and shakes his head frantically.
“I good, Daddy! I good!”
“I know bud. Now let's get you inside.”
Hitoshi walks Koko down the path towards Kurume Daycare, a safe private school for pro hero children.
“I see Yoko?”
Hitoshi shuddered at the thought of those two being friends. It was good for Koko but bad for him. Hitoshi couldn't muster the courage to tell Koko they can't be friends because of that innocent little face he always had.
The door opens and a young woman in a bright pink apron over her baby blue dress steps out to write something on the whiteboard hanging outside the door.
‘Ms. L/n' you write, adding a little heart in the corner. “Perfect.”
Hitoshi looks at the woman and admires her outfit. Should he say something?
“Hai!” Koko speaks up.
You look down at the cute toddler. “Hello, well aren’t you cute? What’s your name?”
“I Kokowo!”
“Kokoro,” Hitoshi corrects.
“That's a pretty name. I’m Ms.L/n and I’ll be your new teacher.” You write his name on the sticky note name tag in your hand and peel it off to stick on Kokoro’s overalls. “So I can learn your name. You’re my first student today, isn’t that exciting?”
“Otay! Daddy we ohwy!”
“You must be his father. It’s nice to meet you sir.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.
“You’re MindJack right? My cousin is a big fan of yours,” you smile.
“That's nice. Well, I should be off. Gotta get to work. I’ll come pick you up after work. Be good Koko, okay?”
“Otay, Daddy!” Kokoro giggles as he hugs Hitoshi’s thigh. “Lub you.”
“I love you too,” Hitoshi smiles, ruffling Kokoro’s hair before waving and walking out the door.
*
“Alright, kids, it’s time to go home,” you announce. “Can we pick up our toys before your guardians get here?”
“Yes, Ms. L/n!” The kids chorus and start cleaning up their toys.
Throughout the day you’ve learned the latest “gossip” between the toddlers and you wish you had such meaningless problems like they did.
After waving to the one of the last few remaining children, you turned around and giggled softly when you saw Yoko and Kokoro playing together.
“Still waiting for your guardians?”
“Mama go and gets Popcown before me!”
“Popcorn? Who’s that?”
“My sissy.”
Odd name for a kid but whatever.
“I pop tart,” Yoko giggles
You nod slowly. “…sure, okay sweetie. Whatever that means.” You walk to your desk to write down a reminder to ask their parents what it means.
A knock at the open door pulls your attention away when you see a woman with a black and blond braid out walk in with a little girl that looks just like her.
“Das my sissy!” Yoko squeals and waddles up to the girl and hugs her. “Hi sissy!”
“Auntie!” Kokoro giggles and hugs the woman.
“Hi Koko, where’s your dad?”
“Dunno. He say you go park with me.”
“Did he? I’ll ask him that.”
The little girl looks around before locking eyes with you.
“Where’s Miss Yuki?”
“She leave! We has Miss L/n now. She nice.”
“Thank you, Yoko. So this must be Popcorn?”
The woman snorts. “It’s a kind of alias for the kids.”
“Ohhh, I see. Well it's nice to meet you all. Get home safe and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Yoko hugs your legs before waddling back to her mother and holding her hand, the other holding onto her small backpack. “Bye bye.”
You wave at her before turning around and seeing Kokoro all alone. “Kokoro?”
“Hmm?”
“Since it’s just us here, do you wanna draw on the whiteboard until your daddy comes and picks you up?”
“Reawy?! Yes peez!”
You hand Kokoro a marker and sit him on the rolling chair you have, locking it in place so it doesn't move much.
Not long after he starts, a woman with short black hair walks in, her head held high as she looks down her nose at you.
“Excuse me, I’m here to pick up my son.”
“Um, okay? What’s your name ma’am?”
“Kokoro, let’s go,” she ignores you.
Kokoro tries to jump off the chair but you stop him. “Ma’am, I need your name. I can’t just let you take him without knowing who you are first.”
“Did you not hear me? Kokoro is my son. Now give him to me.”
“As far as I know, you're some random woman who just walked in here and the only person who’s supposed to pick him up is his father.”
“Ugh, that deadbeat.”
You sigh. “In the case of multiple guardians, I have to refer to the planner for the names. Just give me a moment,” you recite the rules and check the book for Kokoro’s name. Beside it is Hitoshi’s name and that’s it. “You’re not in here, ma’am, I’ll have to call his father for confirmation.”
“Ugh, you bitch, just give me my son!”
You hold your hands up, tired of her antics. “I’m just following protocol. If you try to take him, I will call the police. There's no need for such foul language in front of the little one.”
The woman groans as you pick up the school phone and call Hitoshi.
He picks up on the first ring.
‘Hello? Did something happen to Kokoro?’
“No, he’s fine. I’m calling because a woman came here to pick him up and—“
‘What does she look like?’
“Uh,” you scan your annoying visitor. “Short wavy black hair, blue eyes, freckles.”
‘That bitch! I’ll be there soon.’
“Um, okay?” You look at the phone in confusion then put it down. “He’ll be here soon, you’re welcome to sit and wait.”
“Just give me my son and let me go!”
“If you start to get aggressive with me ma’am, I will call the police.”
Kokoro keeps drawing on the board, unbothered by what’s going on.
The woman sits on the only other adult sized chair in the corner, angrily texting on her phone.
‘Some people need to learn some manners,’ you think as you clean up some lingering toys.
Twenty minutes later, you smile at Hitoshi when he steps through the door in his hero costume.
“I’m here!” Hitoshi calls out. “Akibimi, you have some nerve showing up here.”
Looking at his figure, your face heats up as you notice his thick thighs and broad shoulders.
‘Holy shit hero parents are hot…’
“You’re the one who wants me to spend more time with Koko.”
“At least tell me first! I haven’t heard from you in a week.”
She waves dismissively. “I’ve been busy. Can I have him and go?”
“Too busy for our child?! Hell no!”
You awkwardly shuffle in place, pretending to write something in the planner but really you’re getting your tea.
“What do you mean no?!”
“You were gone for a week, no contact and no warning then all of a sudden you want to pop up for a sudden pick up! I don't think so. C’mon Koko, we’re going home.”
“Otay,” he giggles and hugs you as you help him down from the roller chair. “Buh bye, Ms. L/n.”
“Bye Kokoro,” you wave.
Akibimi reaches out to grab him before getting her hand slapped away by you. “He said you're not picking him up. Please refrain from trying to touch the children,” you grit out professionally.
Akibimi scoffs and rolls her eyes before leaving. “Useless pointy eared freak. Waste of a teacher…” she grumbles.
Your ears flick in annoyance. “Goodbye ma’am, come back properly next time or don't come back at all.”
After Akibimi storms out, you look over at the whiteboard and smile when you see Kokoro's drawing.
It’s the best he can do as a four year old but it's you and him as purple and pink stick figures.
You take out your phone and take a picture of the drawing. ‘That’s adorable.’
“He likes drawing,” Hitoshi tells you.
“I noticed, he spent half the naptime doodling. Alright Mr. Shinsou, I’ll see you and Kokoro tomorrow.”
“Bye Miss. L/n!” Kokoro giggles.
“See you later,” he smiles, winking at you before picking up Kokoro and carrying him out of the school.
You put your hand on your chest, awed. “Bye.”
“Did you have a good time, Koko?” Hitoshi asks as he turns over his car engine.
“Miss L/n is so nice! I drawded on the board and she lubbed it!”
“Glad you had fun.”
“She also preeby. I likes her hair. It fluffy like Hana.”
Hitoshi chuckles at the comparison between your hair and his cat. “It’s pretty fluffy.”
“Also like Coco. She best teecha!”
“You really think so?”
“Ya! She used her quirk to show us bunnies!”
Hitoshi turns the corner to Aizawas agency. “Oh really? How?”
“She make them glow from her hands and they were so cute. One of them hug me!”
“That's nice bud. We’re gonna hang out with grandpa for a bit.” Hitoshi tells him as he parks in front of the agency.
“No park?”
“If I get off early we can go.”
“Beat the bad guys, Daddy!”
“I’ll beat the evil paper man, I promise,” he chuckles.
*
The next day, Hitoshi brings Kokoro to school a little later than usual but just in time for you to meet him at the door.
“Good morning little Kokoro!”
“Sorry we're late, little guy wanted to dress himself and that was a whole thing,” Hitoshi explains.
“I big boy,” Kokoro says proudly.
“Yes you are,” you giggle. “You look very handsome, why don’t you go inside and show everyone your outfit?”
“Kay. Bye daddy, lub you.” He rushes inside.
Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Can you not let Akibimi pick him up ever?”
“Oh, alright, I’ll put it down in the system.”
“Also can you add a couple of people?”
You open the notebook you’re holding. “Just give me their contacts and I will.”
“Thank you. So, how, um, how was your first day?” Hitoshi asks after giving you his fathers’ and sister's contacts.
“It was nice. The kids are cute and well behaved so I’m having a good time.”
“That’s good. Good.”
You shut the book. “I’ll be sure to tell the administrator your wife isn’t authorised to pick him up.”
“She’s not my wife. It’s sort of complicated,” he sighs.
“I’m so sorry,” you gasp before bowing, “Please forgive me for assuming.”
“It’s okay. Well, I should probably get to work, but I'm sure either I'll pick him or I’ll ask Eri to do it. Bye.”
“Goodbye.” When he’s out of sight, you groan at possibly messing up your chances. But at least you know he’s single.
Hitoshi sat on top of a building with Aizawa not too far behind.
“Hitoshi are you alright? You can't afford to be distracted.”
“Right, sorry, I’m just thinking about Akibimi embarrassing me yesterday.”
“What happened?”
“She falls off the face of the earth for a week and suddenly she tries to pick up my son from daycare like she cares about him.”
Aizawa sips some of his coffee. “You should just file for sole custody.”
“She’d refuse out of spite. She's fucking vindictive and a bitch, Dad,” Hitoshi groans, pressing his hands into his eyes and laying on the rooftop. “I wish she would just leave me alone.”
Aizawa shrugs. “Shouldn't have stuck your dick in crazy.”
“Dad!”
“It’s true, I’m speaking from experience. How’s Kokoro’s new teacher by the way? You told me that old lady retired.”
“Yeah. Koko loves his new teacher. She swatted Akibimi’s hand away when she tried grabbing Koko yesterday.”
The older man nods approvingly and takes out his phone. “What’s her name? I’ll do some research on her.”
“Umm, L/n is all I know.”
Aizawa taps his phone a few times and scrolls through the database. “This her?”
Hitoshi looks at the small photo of your face, a small smile crossing his face. “Yeah.”
“Soooo, no criminal record, clean bill of health, master's in childhood education and hospitality. Seems legit enough.”
“She’s great with the kids. Kokoro loves her and she’s pretty cute.”
Aizawa gives her a weird look.
“What?”
“I’ve never heard you call anyone cute. Not even the leech. Hot, yes, but never cute.”
“Oh…”
“It's literally been two days, Hitoshi.”
“But she is! Ugh, I’m leaving.” He stands and throws the end of his scarf to wind around a nearby lamppost, swinging down to the street.
”At least it's not a loud blonde…” Aizawa chuckles.
Over the course of the next few days, the two of you warm up to each other a little more, Kokoro acting like a subtle tiny wingman.
Well, as subtle as a four year old could be.
Kokoro watched the two of you chat as he held onto Hitoshi’s hand at pick-up.
After getting buckled into his car seat, he looked up at Hitoshi.
“Daddy?”
“Yes bud?”
“Do you like Miss L/n?”
Hitoshi freezes. “What do you mean?”
“Do you like her?”
“Of course I do, she’s nice. I like everyone who’s nice.”
“Uh uh.” Koko shakes his head. “Nooo, you like like her,” he giggles.
“I don't know about that,” Hitoshi chuckles nervously.
“I ask her to come to the park tomorrow?”
“Sure bud.”
He doesn’t expect Koko to actually ask you to come.
“Miss L/n, do you wanna go to the park with me and my daddy Friday?”
“Friday? Tomorrow?”
“You don’t have to,” Hitoshi says, nervously shuffling in place.
“Hmm, I'd love to, but we still have school and I have plans afterwards with my friends.”
“Oh…” Koko pouts.
“But, I can meet you on Saturday if your Daddy says yes. I'll bring my sister’s puppy.”
“Puppy?! Daddy, can we go? Peez?”
“Oh, um, sure,” Hitoshi stammers. “I’ll see you on Saturday. C’mon, you little troublemaker.” he scoops Koko up under his arm.
“But I do good, Daddy!”
In the car, Hitoshi has a mini panic attack. You and him alone at the park?! He needs a buffer.
He calls someone he finds annoying as fuck but he’s the only other person he knows that has a kid Koko’s age.
‘What?’ Katsuki growls into the phone.
“I need you to go to the park with me on Saturday.”
There’s a pause and the line goes dead.
Hitoshi dials another number.
‘Hello?’ a female voice fills the car. ‘Hi Shinsou.’
“Hi Iwa, are you busy this saturday?”
“Hai Auntie Bakugou!” Koko giggles when he hears the voice.
‘Hi sweetheart. Saturday? I don’t think so.”
“Koko asked his teacher to come with us to the park on Saturday and I kind of need a buffer.”
He hears shuffling in the background and a baby crying.
‘Yeah, sure. I’ll bring the kids and Mocha.”
“Bring Bakugou too,” Hitoshi tacks on mischievously.
‘Okay. See you then. Kat, we’re going to the park saturday.’
Hitoshi hangs up before Katsuki starts swearing. A minute later, he gets a call that’s a brief ‘fuck you’ which makes him smile to himself.
*
Saturday, he ignores Akibimi’s calls and texts all morning. They’re just her berating him for not letting her see Kokoro. Not that she really cares; she just wants to put up the appearance of a caring parent so the court won’t make Hitoshi stop paying child support.
Bitch.
His door opens and Kokoro rushes in, still wearing his Eraserhead pyjamas. “Daddy! Wakey up! We going to park with Miss L/n!” He smacks Hitoshi’s arm repeatedly.
“Koko, please stop hitting me,” Hitoshi chuckles, helping him into the bed. “You’re really excited for the park, huh?”
“Mhm, it’s fun! And miss L/n coming with a puppy.”
“I thought you liked kitties?”
On cue, the siamese cat, Coco, hops onto the bed, making biscuits in the sheets.
“I like kitties and doggies,” Koko says matter of factly and pets Coco’s back. “And bunnies like da one from skool.”
Hitoshi pets his hair. “Mhm, let’s get ready then.”
They brush their teeth in the big bathroom mirror, Kokoro standing on the small purple stool to help him see.
Kokoro looks at Hitoshi while he shaves and takes some soap and rubs it on his chin, using the back of his toothbrush as a makeshift razor.
Hitoshi gives him a head pat. “Still a long way to go, bud.”
“I shaze like you Daddy,” Kokoro giggles.
After a bath, Hitoshi puts Kokoro in his favourite purple shirt and jeans, trying to comb his wild hair into a ponytail.
“You need a trim.”
“Nooooooo,” Koko whines.
“Yessss,” Hitoshi mocks him. “Just a little.”
“No!”
Hitoshi chuckles. “You’re just like Hana when she needs her nails cut.”
“I'm not a kitty, Daddy,” Koko pouts.
“Of course not, Koko. You’re my son and I love you. Now let's feed the cats, eat breakfast, then get going. We're gonna see Auntie Bakugou too.”
“Yay! I feeds Onnie?”
“If he comes down for food, yes.”
Kokoro squeals and runs into the living room looking for the coal-colored cat. “Onnie!” he giggles.
Onyx chitters from his perch and stretches before flopping over the edge of the cat tree and stretching towards Kokoro.
“Daddy, I gets Onyx! Lookie!” he calls out as Hitoshi walks into the living room.
“I can see that, Koko. Give him his food so we can go, Auntie Bakugou is on her way.”
“Okie.”
Kokoro fills the three bowls up with dry cat food and picks up his mini backpack. “Bye kitties.”
“Don’t destroy the house,” Hitoshi adds and shuts the door.
At the park, Katsuki is sitting with a baby in his lap when Hitoshi approaches.
“Hai Uncle Bakugou,” Kokoro greets. “Hai babee.”
Takahiro gurgles under the pacifier, pointing at Koko.
“Bakugou,” Hitoshi nods.
“I hate you for bringing me here.”
“You’re a saint. Where’s Iwa?”
Katsuki nods his chin towards the slides where Iwa is clapping as Yoko goes down the slide with Jasmine. A brown three legged labrador by her side.
“Can I go play?” Kokoro asks.
“Yeah, sure bud, go crazy,” Hitoshi drawls and sits next to Katsuki.
“So why the fuck did you make me come here?
Hitoshi pats his arm. “Sunshine is good for us.”
“Liar.”
“I’m meeting someone and we can't be alone with a kid, that’s weird.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and adjusts Hiro’s dribble bib. “Whatever.”
“You would go on a date with all three of your kids?”
“First of all, no, because I'm married. Second, they’re a package deal so obviously.”
“That doesn’t…okay.”
Katsuki looks towards the park entrance and raises a brow. “That is so much pink, even more than Pinky, what the hell?”
Hitoshi peeks out from behind Baku and feels his cheeks warm as he sees you walking over to them in a pink two piece holding a border collie puppy on a leash. You spot his hair and wave.
“Hi Mr. Shinsou! I brought the puppy! Isn't she adorable?”
You hold out a border collie puppy who's eagerly licking your face and squirming in your hold.
Way different from the oversized sweaters and dresses he saw you in during the school day.
“Thank you. I like to be comfy in the classroom and outside. Hi Mr. Bakugou, nice to see you again.” You shake Katsuki’s hand.
“Who are you again?”
“…your daughter's daycare teacher? Miss L/n?”
“Not ringing a bell.”
You think and remember the nickname Yoko gave you in class. “Miss Bunny.”
“Ohhhhh. Yeah, I remember. You look different outside those ugly ass sweaters.”
You smile tensely. “Thank you, sir. That means…something.”
Hitoshi facepalms.
Kokoro sees you and gasps. “Yoko, is Miss L/n!”
“Miss Bunny!”
You giggle as both toddlers tackle your thighs.
“Hello, babies. Ooh, both of you look so nice today,” you coo.
“Thank yew!” they giggle.
You squat and show them the puppy. “This is Cocoa Puff. She’s my sister's dog. Touch her very gently.”
The toddlers carefully pat her coat and head, giggling when she licks their hands.
“She likes to run around so you can play with her a little, but hold the leash.” you give Kokoro the leash.
“Lessgo!” He tells Yoko and follows the pup towards the sandbox. Katsuki stands, adjusting Hiro. “I’ll go watch em.”
“Thank you,” You smile and sit next to Hitoshi. “Hello again Mr. Shinsou.”
“You can just call me Shinsou.”
“Alright, well how are you?” you ask, stretching and slightly unzipping the top of your sweatsuit. “Sorry, it was cooler when I put this on.”
“Don’t…don’t worry about that,” he stammers. “It’s fine.”
“So how was your week? We don’t really talk about it after school.”
“Nothing special. Stopped a couple robberies and petty thefts, did paperwork, and spent time with my little menace and his trio of sidekicks.”
You nod approvingly. “Sounds interesting. He always mentions how busy you are so it’s nice to hear you’re spending time with him.”
“I’m trying my best.”
“I can imagine. It can’t be easy. A lot of the other parents hire nannies and caretakers. I think I've only seen three actual parents this week: you and the Bakugou’s.” You watch Katsuki hold the baby to the dog to pet.
Hitoshi rubs his chin, subtly checking you out. “So do you have any kids of your own?”
“Not yet, unfortunately. Hopefully in the near future.” You give him a brief smile.
“What’s your boyfriend got to say about it? Or girlfriend, I don't judge.”
You snort. “Boyfriend? I haven’t had one in two years. Or a girlfriend.”
“That's a shame…” He hums. “A damn shame.”
“Why?”
“You’re too pretty to be single.”
You get caught off guard at the compliment. “I—um, thank you?”
“You’re welcome. So, what made you wanna work with kids?”
“I just love kids. They’re so cute and interesting. I put out my resumé for a new job and got a call from Kurume saying they wanted to hire me, which was really confusing and I had to sign a lot of paperwork.”
“Figures considering you're taking care of and teaching a bunch of heros’ babies.”
You shrug nonchalantly. “It also means I’m being monitored all the time to make sure I don’t ‘leak secrets’. It’s crazy. But anything for the kids.”
Yoko tugs Jasmine towards you. “Miss L/n, show sissy the bunnies, peez.”
You hold your hands palm up and they light up, a white hologram bunny appearing in your palms. It twitches its nose, hopping onto the grass and bouncing away for the girls to chase.
“That’s a cool quirk,” Hitoshi says. “Perfect for kids.”
You rub your hands on your pants. “It comes in handy with keeping them distracted when I need to work.”
Hitoshi stretches his arms over his head. He stands up and puts his hand in his jean pockets before reaching out to you.“Need to stretch my legs. Shall we?”
“Oh, okay.” You stand and dust the back of your pants, taking his hand.
Hitoshi checks on Kokoro sitting in the sandbox petting Cocoa Puff. “You alright buddy?”
“Yah, the puppy likes me!” He calls back.
“That’s good, just be careful.”
You giggle softly as Cocoa Puff licks his face, her tail wagging eagerly.
“Don't wander off. Stay near Auntie Bakugou, alright?”
“I be good, Daddy!”
“Good.” He starts walking ahead, making you jog a little to catch up.
“Your legs are longer than mine,” you chuckle, matching his pace. “Shinsou slow down!”
“Sorry forgot how small and cute you are,”
“I’m not small.”
Hitoshi leans forward, bending at the waist and grins. “Small.”
You huff and fold your arms, walking ahead of him in faux annoyance.
“Wait, wait, I’m sorry.” He teases, catching up to you. “You’re not small. As much as I love watching you leave, I don’t want you mad at me.”
You turn and gasp in surprise. “Excuse me? Are you some kind of pervert Mr. Shinsou?”
“No! What, no, I just was trying to—”
You start laughing. “Relax. It’s fine, thank you for the vague compliment. You’re not bad looking either.”
He relaxes. “Thanks.”
Both of you walk a little further, Hitoshi waving at a few fans.
“Must be nice being a hero,” you comment.
“It's exhausting and dangerous,” Hitoshi admits. “But I’ve wanted to do it for as long as I can remember but I was kind of held back because of my quirk.”
“Mind Control, right? I think your quirk is pretty cool because it’s a part of who you are.”
“And yes I know, it’s a villain's quirk blah blah, whatever,” he scoffs.
“Well if you think about it any quirk could be a villain’s quirk.” You shrug. “And if Kokoro hears you talking about it like that, how would he feel?”
“...he’d probably hit me and say that my quirk is amazing because I'm the best.”
“Yeah, and also if he inherits it, he might say that about himself.”
“Hm, you’re right.”
“I know,” you smile.
The two of you walk the short path back to the sandbox. Cocoa Puff yips and rushes to you, hopping on her back legs. Mocha comes over and sniffs her butt, trying to get her to play some more.
You giggle and pet them both before the dogs run off to play in the grass.
The hologram bunny hops back to you and poofs.
“Where bunny go?” Yoko whines.
“Sorry, sweetie, it’s time was up,” you tell her, putting your hands on your knees to get to her level. “But you can pet it on Monday.”
“Okie, Miss Bunny.”
Iwa comes over, gently pinching Yoko’s cheek. “Go ask daddy to get you and Jazzy ice cream.”
“Okie!” She toddles off to Katsuki who's sitting on the bench with Jasmine.
“Hi daddy,” Koko giggles as Hitoshi ruffles his hair.
“Hi buddy.”
Iwa holds her hand out. “So nice to see you outside of school, I love your outfit.”
“Oh god, that means so much from you, you’re just so cool,” you laugh loud and awkwardly and shake her hand. “I’m sorry, that was weird.”
“It’s alright,” she giggles. “This is Takahiro, our third, also known as Popsicle. Say hi, baby.” She bounces the little boy on her hip.
Takahiro gurgles softly and makes a grabbing motion at you.
“Hi little one. Maybe in a few years, I’ll be teaching your cute self,” you smile and boop his button nose.
Takahiro squeals and kicks his little feet making you and Iwa ‘aww’.
“So cute,” you swoon.
Hitoshi checks his watch and sucks in air through his teeth. “Better get home for lunch, buddy.”
“Noooo!” Kokoro whines. “Can’t we stay longer with the puppy?”
“You’ll get hangry, bud.”
“Miss L/n, do you wanna come our house for lunch?” Kokoro asks eagerly.
“I don't have any plans besides getting Cocoa Puff back home.”
“Well, after you do that, do you want to come over?”
“I’d love that. But wait, how am I supposed to know if you’re home?”
Hitoshi takes his phone, unlocks it and hands it to you. His screensaver is a photo of him with Kokoro and their three cats. “Add your number, so we can keep each other updated.”
You smile at him and hand him your phone so he can do the same. “Here. Type yours too,” you ask. “So I have you saved when you text me.”
He gives you back your phone. “I’ll send you the address.”
You get Cocoa Puff back and say your goodbyes, making your way back to the entrance.
“Miss L/n is double cheeked up,” Iwa says out of nowhere.
Hitoshi gives her a confused look. “Why would you say that?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “It’s true. On a Saturday morning, Jesus.”
“Daddy, what does cheeked up mean?” Kokoro asks.
“Never say that ever,” Hitoshi tells him. “It’s grown up stuff.”
“Oh okie. I go play with Yoko.” He runs off to the other toddlers.
Iwa snickers when Hitoshi glares, bouncing her baby. “So when are you gonna ask her out on an actual date?”
“I don’t know, we’ll see. She makes me a little nervous,” Hitoshi confesses.
“What? Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected? You’ve definitely got a thing for her.”
“Eyebags has never been cool,” Katsuki calls out from the bench.
Hitoshi flips him off. “Divorce him.”
Iwa chortles. “No thanks, he’d probably die if I even thought about it. Good luck with her though, all the best. This little munchkin has nap time soon.” She smooches Hiro’s nose.
“Buh,” he gurgles softly and pats her face.
*
After screaming in your car for a few minutes, you get out and fix your shirt. “Oh god, should I close it?” You wonder out loud, zipping it a little as you walk up to the gorgeous apartment complex.
Ringing the button that says ‘Shinsou H.’, you shuffle nervously on your feet, fiddling with your pant’s hem. You never thought you’d be having lunch at a pro hero’s house, ever.
The door buzzes, unlocking it and you make your way inside, to the elevator, pressing the button for the second to last floor.
Walking up to the last door at the end of the hall, you ring the doorbell, adjusting your shirt for the umpteenth time.
‘She here!’
You fight back a giggle when you hear Kokoro’s voice cheer from behind the door. It opens and a fuzzy black ball rushes through the crack between your legs.
“Oh no! Onnie!” Kokoro cries, chasing the kitty down the hall.
“I’ve got him!” you snicker making a laser dot machine for him to chase back inside their apartment.
Onyx's eyes widen as he chases the dot inside.
“Wowee, so cool,” Koko marvels, hugging your legs. “I happy you here.”
“Aw, thank you. Let’s go inside before your kitty escapes again.”
He holds your hand, tugging you inside the beautiful yet simple apartment. “Daddy in the bathroom but I show you my kitties.”
He leads you to a huge cat tree with a Siamese cat napping lazily on the platform. “Das Coco. She prebby.”
“Very pretty.” You scratch her head and smile when she opens her eyes before closing them and purring.
A big fuzzy grey and brown long haired cat trots over to you and Kokoro, before rubbing himself along the toddler's leg and meowing at him.
“Dis Hana, she big. Daddy say not to give ha snackies anymore but I give her some. Don’t tell daddy.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” you promise, patting his head and crouching to pet the chonky cat. “You have a lot of kitties.”
“Daddy likes kitties,” Kokoro says. “Mean lady doesn’t though, she think they stinky.”
“Mean lady?”
“Mommy. She mean to daddy sometimes.”
You hum, a little worried. “I’m sure she loves you very much.”
He decides to quietly pet Hana, not wanting to talk anymore about his mom.
Hitoshi steps in before stopping when he notices the awkward tension. “Hey L/n. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. Kokoro was just showing me your cats. They’re very cute,” you deflect.
“Oh the cats, yeah they’re all foster fails. Koko found them too cute to let go and I get to clean up hairballs every other day,” he says with faux enthusiasm. Hitoshi playfully rolls his eyes before giving a soft smile to Onyx as he jumps on his back and climbs up until he loafs on his shoulders, nuzzling his face into Hitoshi’s, softly licking his cheek.
“Okay furball, you need to get down while I make lunch.”
‘Meow’ Onyx meows and jumps down, trotting towards the main bedroom.
“Wow! Did you train him?” You marvel.
“Totally by accident. He’s a smart cat.”
“Teach me to do that for Cocoa Puff! Please?”
“If your sister’s fine with it, sure. Do you want something to drink?”
“Umm, water is fine. Do you need help with lunch?”
Hitoshi glances at the open floor kitchen. “I don’t think so, I’m just making western lasagna cause Ko has a craving.”
“I love lasagna,” You chirp. “It’s one of my favourite western foods.”
“Lazagna!” Kokoro giggles.
“Close, Kokoro. Luh-ZAHN-yuh.”
“Luh-ZAH-nya? Lasagna!”
You give him a tiny applause. “Good job, you get a star.” You poke his chest and pretend to give him a gold star.
“Yay!”
You giggle softly as he hugs you.
“You the best teecha evah!”
“I don't know about that but thank you.”
“No, you best teecha!”
“Kokoro…”
“Peez say dat.”
“I’m the best teacher ever.”
Kokoro squeals and hugs you again. “Yay!”
“So lasagna?” Hitoshi chuckles as he watches you get motivated by a four year old.
“Yah!”
“Are you gonna hand make noodles or are you using the ones you boil first?”
“I usually just use the boxed ones.”
You follow him to the kitchen, admiring the appliances. “Your kitchen is bigger than my apartment.”
Hitoshi chuckles and starts gathering ingredients. “I thought hero school would pay big money.”
“I just started. I don’t get paid until the end of the month so I can neither verify nor deny those claims.”
Hitoshi chuckles and grabs the box of lasagna noodles.
“Can you get the biggest pot we can boil the water in? They should be behind you in the cabinet.”
You bend down and open the cabinet, looking for the pot. “I can’t see it, they’re all small.”
“They’re in there, just keep looking, yeah,” he mutters, looking at your ass.
You find it in the back of the cabinet, tugging it free. “Got it.”
“Yay,” he chuckles before reaching into the basket on the floor with a green scribble drawing stapled onto it for two onions, garlic and ginger. “hope you know how to cook and not bullshitting,” he jokes.
“I'd say I'm moderately decent,” you shoot back and take a knife from the chopping block. “I haven’t killed anyone yet so that’s successful.”
“Uh oh.”
“Watch it, I’m still the one with a knife, Mr. Shinsou.” You make a lazy circle with said knife.
He glances at the knife. “You know I could easily take that from you.”
“I’d like to see you—”
Before you notice the knife is out of your hand and he’s holding it. “Wha—how did you do that?!”
He turns it in his hand. “I’m a hero, this is basic stuff.”
“Hmph, show off,” you mutter and take another knife to start cutting the ingredients.
As you’re stirring the sauce, Kokoro comes over and pulls your pant leg. “What you doing?”
“I’m making the sauce, do you wanna taste it?”
“Yes peez!”
Hitoshi watches you dip a teaspoon in the sauce and blow on it to cool it down before giving it to Koko to try. “How is it?”
“S’good. Hot,” he smacks his lips together. “Like when Uncle Bakugou give me food.”
“He means spicy,” Hitoshi helps, dropping the pasta in the water.
“Uh oh, sorry, sweetie, I'll try and fix it. Why don’t you stay here and ‘supervise’?”
“What that?”
“It means you’ll watch and make sure I'm doing a good job, like a teacher,” you explain.
“I teecha now?!” Kokoro gasps. “Wike you?!”
“Just for today,” you giggle and lift him to sit on the counter. “Now you can see me better.”
Kokoro giggles as you boop his nose.
The doorbell draws Hitoshi’s attention. “Weird, maybe it’s my sister. Or some hero trying to sign me up for a building project.”
He wipes his hands and goes to open the door, already annoyed when he sees who it is.
“You haven’t been answering my texts, Hitoshi,” Akibimi sneers. “Why?”
“Then call me or something. Why do you keep popping up? How did you even get in?”
“The keycard you gave me, obviously,” she scoffs and pushes her way in. “Where’s Koko?”
“That was back when—okay guess we're just barging in.
“Uh oh,” Koko mutters. “Mean lady is here.”
“Huh? Oh…” you mutter when you look at Akibimi as she storms up to the kitchen.
“Hitoshi, who is this?”
“Kokoro’s teacher, idiot.”
You roll your eyes. “You saw me like a week ago…”
She gives you a once over. “And why is she here? Are you fucking the teacher?”
“Watch your mouth around Koko!” Hitoshi snaps.
You help the toddler down on the ground. “Why don’t you go to your room, Koko? Grown up stuff is happening.”
“Mm,” he nods and runs off, closing his door when the cats follow him inside.
“Okay, why don’t we all relax,” you say calmly, trying to mediate before flinching when Akibimi’s finger is shoved in your face before she pokes your chest. “I don't need some pointy eared, useless cheap job having, harlot try to tell me to relax.”
You smack her hand away. “Ma’am, we are not on school grounds so I don't have to be professional. I will defend myself if I have to. And my job isn’t cheap. I’m not fucking your baby daddy either. So relax.”
‘Not yet, hopefully,’ Hitoshi thinks. “Why are you even here, Akibimi?”
“To see my son.”
“That you barely raised?”
“Ugh, where is he?”
“Hiding from you.”
“You corrupted him, I just know you turned him against me.”
“I don’t even talk about you! Get out or I'll call the cops!”
She scoffs. “You’re required by law to let me see my son.”
“I am the law!”
“Maybe I should just go,” You speak up.
“No! Wait,” Hitoshi shouts, startling you. “She’ll be gone soon.”
“Okay, I’ll just check the stew then.” you pick up the ladle and continue stirring.
“Leave Akibimi. Now.”
She huffs. “I’ll see you in court, Toshi.” she gives you one last stink eye and strides out of the apartment.
“Never call me that!” he calls out before closing the door after her and groaning.
He looks over at you and feels guilt crawling its way up his spine. “I’m sorry you had to see that…”
“I’m sorry Kokoro’s mother is such a bitch,” you snicker. “But that is none of my business.”
“She wasn't like that when we met and honestly despite giving me Kokoro I wish she'd just get out of my life completely. She doesn't even care about him honestly.”
You nod understandingly. “One of the moms at the school I used to teach at had a similar problem. Her baby daddy was a nightmare. Even the kids didn’t want him to pick them up. Poor woman was always stressed out. She signed for sole custody eventually but it was long overdue.”
“Well, I’m glad she got what she deserved. If I tried, she’d refuse to sign out of hate and spite.”
“Can’t heroes cheat the system?”
He leans his hip on the island. “We can but I’d rather not go through the trouble.”
“I think you should check on Koko, he was really nervous when she came in.”
“Right, I’ll be right back.”
You shoot him a quick smile as he leaves.
Hitoshi knocks on Kokoro’s door. “Buddy, are you okay? I’m coming in.”
He opens the door and sees Koko sitting on his bed with the cats, cuddling them with his Eraserhead stuffed toy.
“Oh, Koko,” he sighs, walking over and sitting on the edge. “ Are you okay?”
“I hear what you and mean lady say. What's a court?”
“Don’t worry about it, bud. She’s just being mean again. I love you more than anything, you know that right?”
“Uh huh. I lub you too, daddy.”
“And I’ll never let anything happen to you either.”
“Daddy keep me safe cuz you the best hewo!” Koko smiles as he hugs Hitoshi’s stomach.
Hitoshi kisses the top of his head. “Thanks, Koko.”
“Is Miss L/n still here?”
“Yeah, she’s making the lasagna.”
Koko fiddles with Hana’s tail. “I like her, she keep me safe when mean lady comes.”
“Yeah, she’s really nice,” Hitoshi smiles. “Let’s go see her.”
Lunch goes on without another hitch despite the awkward encounter earlier. Kokoro rambles on about his favourite things and you listen the whole time, wiping his mouth free from tomato sauce.
“This the best lasagna ever,” he giggles.
“You say that all the time, Ko,” Hitoshi snickers.
“Yah, but bettah cause Ms. L/n here!”
“Aw, I feel so honoured,” you smile.
After lunch, you help clean up and have to leave.
“Thank you so much for having me, I had a good time,” You grin at Hitoshi.
“Me too,” he nods. “Thanks for coming.”
You crouch to meet Kokoro’s eyes. “I’ll see you Monday, sweetie.”
“Yah! I see you den!” he goes in for a hug which you gladly give him. Giving him a light and comforting squeeze.
“Bye, Koko. Be good for your daddy.”
“I be best boy!”
“I’m sure you will. Bye Shinsou.”
Hitoshi looks at you as your arms are outstretched. Going in for the hug, he blushes a little when he gets pulled down, his face resting on your shoulder. Your warm vanilla and cocoa butter smell fills his nose and gives him a little comfort.
He straightens up a little, forcing you onto your toes and to let go.
“See you Monday,” you giggle, looking up at him before waving at Koko and the cats before walking down the hall towards the elevator.
“Yeah, Monday,” he says quietly and shuts the door.
“You like her!” Koko giggles.
“Get over here you little troublemaker!” he growls playfully as Koko squeals and runs away.
Later that night, Hitoshi tucks Kokoro into bed and does a little research on how he could get full custody of Kokoro without needing Akibimi’s interference.
He prints out a few papers, takes a shower and crawls into bed. The shirt he was wearing is laying beside him, forgotten to be thrown in the laundry basket.
He picks it up, balls it up to throw and pauses when he smells the vanilla scent lingering on it.
‘See you Monday.’
Fuck.
Hitoshi feels his stomach drop as the speed of the blood flow rushing to his boxers could have made him dizzy. He groaned softly as he inhales the scent, vanilla and what he thinks is cocoa butter filling his nostrils. You smelled like nirvana to him. It drove him wild. Softly palming himself, he held the shirt to his nose as he imagined you next to him, resting on his chest, your hands trailing down his shirtless chest until they ghosted along the hem of his boxers before slipping beneath them and gripping his dick. Hitoshi softly stroked himself as he thought of you mimicking the motions before tugging them down.
“Shit, just like that, L/n…fuck,” he groans as he grips the shirt closer to his face and moving his fist faster. It doesn’t take long for him to finish in his cupped hand, mildly embarrassed of finishing so fast.
Hitoshi sighed loudly as he took the shirt off his face. “Goddammit…”
*
April goes by fast, before Hitoshi realises it’s May then late June. Time to bust out the summer suits. Which for Hitoshi is just shorter sleeves and lighter materials for his hero outfit.
“Is hooooottttt,” Kokoro whines in the backseat during the drive to school.
Hitoshi cranks up the AC. “Sorry buddy, looks like a heatwave.”
“Ughhhh.”
“We’re almost at your school. Then you can see all your little friends and your favourite teacher.”
“Is still hot, daddy,” Koko pouts.
All the students are feeling the heat in the classroom. You open the windows and turn the AC up to offer them some comfort.
“Miss L/n!” Koko chirps when he reaches you. “Hai!”
“Hi sweetie, how are you?”
“Fine. You still coming to lunch tomorrow?”
“Of course, go inside and take off your shoes.” You fan yourself with your hand. “This heat, oh my god.”
“I could get Shouto to freeze the place,” Hitoshi teases.
“That would be amazing.”
He eyes your curves in the yellow halter neck sundress. “Nice dress.”
You smooth the front down. “Thank you, thankfully the dress code isn’t that strict and the front is covered up by my apron anyway. Your suit is different.”
He flexes his bicep. “Summer suit, it’s too hot for the old one and it gives me more mobility.”
“I like it, you look hot.”
He’s still not sure if your passing comments are flirtatious or you’re just being cheeky. He’s emotionally constipated.
“Thanks…I think.”
You glance inside the classroom at the kids getting ready for class.
“A little birdie told me your ‘bday’ is in three days.”
‘Kokoro,’ Hitoshi thinks, internally facepalming. “Yeah…it’s on Saturday.”
“Fun. So what’s the plan? What’s the big age?”
“Umm, I don't really do anything. My dads get me a cat themed cake and I do some paperwork. I’m turning thirty-three. God, I’m getting old.”
“Boooo,” you say playfully. “You’re making me scared to turn thirty.”
‘She’s not thirty yet?!’ Hitoshi thinks.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine, why?”
‘Oh thank god,” he inwardly sighs in relief. “Just asking. I should get going, see ya.”
“Bye,” you wave and watch him walk out the door before walking into the classroom.
Saturday comes around quickly and Kokoro somehow managed to convince Hitoshi to have a beach day for his birthday because of the heat.
With Miss L/n of course.
“Gandpas!” Kokoro squeals when Hitoshi opens the door for Shouta and Hizashi.
“Hi Koko!” Hizashi grins, hugging the little boy. “How’s my special little listener?”
Hitoshi collects the black cat shaped card with ‘another year older, another year wiser’ on the inside. “Thanks, dad. Didn’t think I’d make it this far to be honest.”
“Well, I'm glad you’re here.”
“Daddy, lessgoooooo,” Kokoro whines and tugs Hitoshi’s shorts. “We go to beach!”
“Is miss l/n gonna be there~?” Hizashi nudges Hitoshi but Koko answers.
“Yah! Said she would love to.”
Shouta chuckles, “Well then let's get going. We shouldn’t keep her waiting. Eri will meet us there.”
“I don’t even know if she’s on her way,” Hitoshi says and checks his texts. He missed one from you saying you’re on your way sent five minutes ago. “Dammit, let’s go.”
“No bad word Daddy!” Koko calls out, pointing up at Hitoshi.
“Damn is not a bad word, Koko.”
“Can I says it then?”
“No.”
The toddler stares up at him, plotting. “Dammit.”
“I should’ve expected that.”
Hitoshi looks at his dads who are both struggling to hold their laughter. “Dad, it’s not funny.”
“Its kinda funny,” Hizashi snickers.
“Lets just go.”
“Yay!” Koko cheers.
*
The sun blared down on the four as the salty sea air filled their noses.
Shouta and Hitoshi hide underneath the big black umbrella to avoid the sun while Hizashi and Kokoro build sandcastles.
“It’s ridiculously hot,” Shouta complains, reapplying sunscreen on his arms.
“Yeah, but at least we got part of the beach to ourselves and Koko’s having fun.”
Shouta hums in agreement. “But how're you feeling lately?”
“I’m managing. Akibimi’s been a giant pain in my ass lately. But I'm doing some research to try and get Kokoro under full custody. I might have to cheat the system and talk to Bakugou.”
“Bakugou?”
“In case I might have to do some back alley stuff. He’s a sucker for kid stuff and I'm using it to my advantage.”
“Oh, right.” Shouta looks at Kokoro putting a small flag on the sandcastle. “Normally I’d be against it but I hate her too.”
“Thanks dad. I'll talk to him if those forms I found don't work out.”
“Daddy! Look what Gandpa Zashi and I do!”
Hitoshi looks at the mountain of sand and chuckles. “Good job bud. Maybe you could bury Gandpa Zashi in the sand next,” Hitoshi says with a grin as Hizashi’s eyes widen.
“Yah!” Kokoro giggles.
His phone pings and he sees a text from you.
Ms.L/n
>>Wya?
Me
<<by that little bodega thingy idk what it’s called
Ms L/n
>>i think icu
>>walking over from the entrance rn can you c me???
>>wearing green dress
Hitoshi looks up towards the entrance and sees a blob of green walking beside an energetic blob of blue.
You get closer and he sees you're holding a little girl in a pink tutu swimsuit and a beach bag.
“Hey,” you smile and step in the umbrella shade.
“Hai!” the cream hair colored boy says.
“This is my nephew, Nico,” you introduce. “And Amelie, my niece. They wanted to come to the beach too.”
Amelie waves her chubby arm and giggles when she sees Eraserhead. “Eye!”
“Hello,” Shouta nods.
Koko looks up from the half buried Hizashi and gasps. “Miss L/n here!”
“Lil listener? Kokoro, wait, come back!” Hizashi calls the fleeing toddler.
Kokoro runs up to you, grabbing your hand. “Miss L/n, come see my castle.”
“Why don’t you show Nico, he likes castles too.” You pat your nephew's locs. “Nico, this is Kokoro.”
Nico waves softly. “Hi.”
“Hi! Come see my castle!”
“Okay!”
They run back to Hizashi, kneeling in the sand.
You sit next to Hitoshi on the beach mat, letting Amelie sit between your legs as you put her pink bucket hat on. “Ami, this is Shinsou, say hi Shinsou.”
“Eye!”
“Eye?” Hitoshi chuckles, waving at the baby.
“That's how she says hi,” you giggle. “It's sweet.” You dig through your bag and take out a cat keychain. “Happy Birthday. I saw this and thought of you.”
He takes the small gift. “A cat, you know me so well. Thank you.”
You smile as Amelie pats your thighs. “You’re welcome. So how’s your day going?” You get one of the small blue buckets and spade from the beach bag for Amelie to play with in the sand.
“Pretty good. Koko got Onyx to yell a ‘birthday message’ for me during breakfast. Then he and the cats followed me around all morning. Normal things. I barely get time off so he likes me being home.”
You giggled at the thought of a ‘birthday message’. “That’s pretty cute.”
Amelie pushes herself up off your thighs, turns around and hugs your neck. “Ahtie!” she giggles, bouncing slightly.
“Thank you, sweetie,” you laugh and hug her back.
Pulling away, Amelie doesn't let go until she looks at Hitoshi and waddles in his direction, tripping over the mat.
“Uh oh,” you coo and help her back up.
“Bah!”
“You’re welcome.”
She changes her goal and walks up to Shouta, staring at him.
“What?” he asks.
She decides his hair is the most important thing ever and reaches for it, trying to tug the loose strands.
Shouta moves his head away. “Sorry, kid, you can't play with that.”
“Bahbah!” she replies and hits him with the spade.
“She wants to play,” You tell him.
Shouta chuckles and sits up more before stretching. Placing her in his lap, he pokes her little stomach, a small smile on his face when she giggles. She babbles quietly and starts trying to dig the mat.
“She’s cute,” Hitoshi comments.
You lean back on your hands and sigh. “She is.” Nico and Kokoro’s giggling catches your attention, watching them pour more sand on Hizashi. “Have you ever thought of giving Kokoro a little sibling?”
Hitoshi cringes and barks out a laugh. “No. Not with his mom anyway.”
“She’s that bad, huh?”
“Yup,” Shouta and Hitoshi reply.
“Oh wow. My bad,” you chuckle. “Hopefully you find the right person.”
“Or stay single forever,” Hitoshi mumbles and Shouts elbows him in the side. “Ow, what?”
Shouta leans in and drops his voice. “You cannot read hints. You're worse than me. It’s ridiculous.”
“What are you talking about?”
“When I hear about you finally dating her, you'll figure it out.”
“Why are you being so vague?”
Shouta sighs and focuses on the little girl.
You stand and dust the back of your dress off. “I’m gonna go get some drinks, do you want anything?”
“A Cola? And an orange juice for Koko?”
“Okay, How about you, Mr. Eraserhead?”
“I’m good and please call me Aizawa. Mr. Eraserhead makes me feel old.”
“Alright, sir.” you giggle. “I’ll be back soon.”
Amelie toddles after you, taking a step on the hot sand and running back towards Shinsou. “Owie! Ahtie!”
You pick her up, rubbing her foot. “You’ve gotta be more careful, Ami. Let’s go, I’ll get you ice cream.”
“Yay!”
You giggle and grab your wallet from the beach bag and walk across the sand to the mini bar.
Hizashi finally frees himself from the sand trap and chases the boys back to the shade.
Kokoro holds Nico’s hand. “Daddy. Nico my new fwen. This my daddy, he a hewo.”
“Woah! You Daddy MineJack! You so cool!”
“Thanks kid,” Hitoshi smiles.
“Where my teetee and baby sissy?” Nico asks, looking for you.
“She went to get drinks. She’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”
Koko takes him to the other side of the mat to play with some of his toys.
Walking by Aizawa, Nico stares down at him as Aizawa opens his eye, feeling the toddler’s gaze.
“Um, hi?”
“Hai Erasew! My mommy say you a Diwf.”
“A what?”
“Diwf. She says it when you on the telly. Dunno what it mean tho,” Nico says then goes back to playing with Kokoro.
Hizashi looks at Shouta before cackling and falling into his side as he sits beside him.
“Looks like you got a fan, Sho,” Hizashi wheezes.
Shouta shrugs. “Honestly, it’s not the worst thing I’ve heard. I appreciate the compliment.”
Hizashi nudges Hitoshi. “One day you’ll get there, son.”
“I’d rather not.”
“What if miss l/n says it~?”
“Get off my dick please.”
“To make room for—”
“Kokoro, why don’t we go swim a little?”
Kokoro shakes his head. “I playing with Nico. Nico my fwen.”
“Why don’t you go help Miss L/n with the drinks?” Shouta suggests.
“Wanna play ganpa.”
“Then you should go, Hitoshi.”
Hitoshi looks up from his spot and groans, “It’s too hot.”
“You are thirty-three, stop whining and put on your shoes.”
Hitoshi has a mini tantrum and stands up, putting on his slippers and venturing out into the hot sun. “I hate this.”
Once he gets to the mini-bar, he sees Amelie’s pink suit and you holding a strawberry-flavoured chucyfru for her to eat.
He puts his hand on your lower back, startling you. “Oh gosh, you scared me.”
“Sorry. Do you need help carrying anything?”
“Oh yes.” You touch his chest absentmindedly. “That would be amazing.”
“Great, I’ll carry the drinks and you can carry the icees and this little one.”
Amelie giggles as Hitoshi pokes her stomach.
Hitoshi picks up the drinks, putting the icee in your hands.
“Such a gentleman,” you chuckle.
Amelie sucks on the icee absentmindedly staring at you and Hitoshi as you walk down the beach. A piece of the popsicle drops onto you. “Ami! That’s cold!”
She giggles at your tone, putting her cold hand on your face.
“No.” You move your head away. “Cold. Ugh, I can feel it between my boobs,” you shiver.
“Do you wanna go back and get napkins from the minibar?”
“We’re halfway there, I’ll just wash it off in the ocean.”
“Smart.”
Once you get back into the shade, you sit next to Hitoshi as Amelie wanders around between you and waddles into Hizashi’s lap. Opting to sit down, she stares up at him and giggles when she sees his sunglasses and tries to grab them.
“Well, hi there, mini listener. You like my glasses?”
Amelie giggles and makes grabby hands for them.
Hizashi chuckles and takes them off, putting them on her face and smiling when she squeals. “Aww, that’s adorable.”
Kokoro sits next to you, eating the green icee. “Miss L/n?”
“Hm?”
“What’s a diwf?”
“I’m sorry, a what?”
“Diwf?” he repeats.
You analyse what he said and start laughing. “Where did you hear that?”
“Nico say his mommy calls ganpa that.”
You laugh harder, leaning on Hitoshi who’s covering his face in embarrassment. You compose yourself, wiping a tear away. “It’s just a handsome dad, Koko.”
“So Daddy’s a diwf!” Kokoro announces.
“Koko, never call me that or I’ll take away the kitties.”
“Not da kitties!”
You and Hizashi start cackling as Aizawa lets out a chuckle.
Kokoro pats your arm. “Is it a bad word? Cause I don’t want my kitties took away.”
You ruffle his messy hair. “Kind of, just don’t say it around people.”
“But daddy is a diwf, right?” He looks at you expectantly.
“Your dad is handsome, yes.”
“So he is a diwf!”
“Sure, let’s say he is,” you giggle.
Hitoshi’s face turns pink as he wishes the sand would just sink in on him. “Koko. Please, bury me in sand.”
“Okie!” Koko giggles.
“No, no, leave him be, little listener. Why don’t you go swimming, son?” Hizashi offers.
“Fine.”
“Yah! I swims with Daddy!”
“Teetee, can I gos too?” Nico asks.
“Of course. I’ll go with you.”
“Ahtie!” Amelie whines as you start to stand, reaching for you.
“You wanna swim, bubba?”
“Sweem,” she agrees. Hizashi takes his glasses back and helps her on her feet so she can hold your hand.
“Lemme put on your shoes.” You squat down and put her little sandals on, gently pinching her toes. “All done.”
Amelie claps her hands and holds onto your thigh and you take off the net dress, revealing your bikini.
“Ahtie sweem!” she giggles as you pick her up.
“Time to swim,” you say excitedly and bounce her.
Walking with Hitoshi and the three kids you boop Amelie’s nose and giggle when she pats your face, attempting to copy you. “You are sooooo cute,” you coo.
Nico and Kokoro run up to the waters edge before squealing when the waves crash along their feet.
“Ahtie sweem!”
You put her down and hold her arms above her head as you watch the water rush up to her calves. She squeals and wiggles in your hold before Nico runs over and holds her hand. “Sissy come play!” he grins as he wades a little deeper, the water getting to Amelie’s waist level.
“Not too deep, Nico! Stay where we can see you!”
Nico nods his head and giggles when Koko splashes him with some water.
You smile at them before gasping when your back gets splashed with the cold water. You turn around and see Hitoshi chuckling softly at your surprised look.
“Shinsou!” you gasp.
“It wasn’t me, blame the ocean,” he snickers.
You playfully glare at him before splashing him back.
“Did you just—”
“Don’t blame me, it was the ocean,” you mock playfully.
It turns into a splashing match, until some goes in your hair and you call it quits.
“My braids are gonna have sand in them,” you whine.
“Uh oh, if you want I could help with that.”
“Umm, I don’t think so,” you chuckle and shake out the braids before tying them up again.
Koko wades up to you.“Miss L/n, look at this shell I found.” He shows you a white and orange conch shell.
“It’s very pretty, Koko.”
“You can has!”
“Really? Thank you Koko. I’ll keep it safe.” You take it from him. “You can call me L/n when we’re not in school, Koko.”
“Okie!”
“I'll go put it back under the umbrella,” Hitoshi offers and takes the shell before walking up the beach.
You keep watch over the kids, leading them closer to the shallow end and sitting so Amelie can pour wet sand over your thighs.
“Amelie! That's cold!”
“Ahtie, can I dig?” Nico asks.
“Yes, you can.”
“We dig,” he tells Koko and they start scraping sand away from a spot.
A lady walking her dog passes by, ‘awwing’ at the kids. “Your kids are so cute,” she comments.
“Oh, um, they’re not…”
“Puppy!” Nico gasps as the lady’s dog’s tail wags furiously. “Can I pets your puppy?”
“Yes you can,” the lady smiles as both boys give the dog head scratches. “His name is Roscoe.”
“Roscoe,” Nico repeats. “Nice puppy.”
Roscoe pants happily and noses Nico’s hand until the lady has to go.
“Bye bye puppy,” Kokoro waves.
You smile down at the boys and Amelie, picking her up. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
“We get nuggies?” Nico asks.
“Ooh! An fies!”
“Sure, why not?”
“Yay!” Both boys cheer. Nico runs ahead and Koko holds your free hand.
“Don't you wanna run ahead with Nico?”
“No, wanna stay wif you, L/n. I like being wif you. You make me safe and happy. You also make Daddy happy.”
“Aww, thank you Koko,” you coo. “I like being with you too.”
*
Amelie falls asleep in Shouta’s arms after eating her nuggets and fries. The boys sit with Hizashi, watching a kids movie on his phone.
“Think I ate too much,” you sigh, patting your stomach. “I need to walk it off.”
“Eugh, me too. Mind if I join you?” Hitoshi grunts.
You nod and follow him as you start walking down the beach.
“The sunset is pretty,” you comment after a long stretch of silence.
“So are you,” he says.
“Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”
“You think I’m good looking?”
You nod and continue walking beside him, basking in the ‘golden hour’ light.
Hitoshi stares at you as the sun illuminates your shin. ‘God, she’s beautiful…’
“This is nice. Just the two of us spending time together,” you hum, stopping for a moment and looking at the sunset. “It’d be nice to spend more time together.”
“Wait, just us. No kids at all?”
“Mmhm, just you and me.”
“S…so you wanna go on a date with me?”
You snicker at his nervousness, “Yes, Shinsou, I want to go on a date with you.”
“O-okay. I’ll set something up for us then.”
“Just let me know when, Shinsou.”
“Hitoshi.”
“What?”
“Call me Hitoshi.”
“Oh. Call me Y/n,” you smile. “You think it’s time to head back?”
“Five more minutes.”
You walk towards the railing and lean against it as Hitoshi makes his way beside you.
“You were right,” he smiles, placing a hand over yours. “This is nice.”
Once you both decided it was time to go back, Hitoshi felt a soft hand slip into his. Looking down, he noticed your hand holding his. ‘Oh…’
Cautiously interlocking your fingers, you smile at him and walk back to the umbrella and smile when you see the boys sleeping next to Hizashi while Amelie plays with Shouta and a lady with grey hair.
“Toshi!” she cheers when she sees you and Hitoshi.
Climbing out from under the umbrella, she runs up and hugs him before smiling at you. “Hi! I’m Eri, Hitoshi’s younger sister.”
“L/n,” you smile.
“I'm so sorry I'm late. I had stuff with school projects and I lost track of time,” she apologises. “But I got you a present.” She hands him a black and red wrapped box.
You pick up Amelie. “I think it’s time to get you cuties back to your mama and daddy.”
“Nooo, wan Wasew,” she whines.
“You can see him another time. Say bye bye.” you wave her small hand.
“Bye bye…”
Shouta stands up as best he can and boops Amelie’s nose. “I’ll try to see you again, okay little one?”
Amelie pats Shouta’s face and giggles. “Wub oo.”
Hitoshi smiles at the interaction before ducking under the umbrella and softly shaking the boys awake. “Wake up boys, it’s time to go home,” he chuckles.
“Huh?” Kokoro mumbles.
“Y/n’s back and it’s getting late.”
“Who Y/n?”
“Miss L/n.”
“Oh, okie,” he yawns as Hitoshi picks him up.
“Bai Koko,” Nico yawns as he goes over to you. “Ahtie, we has pwaydate?”
The sunlight shined through your windows, illuminating your cats’ fur, luring them out to sunbathe. It was a quiet day inside, but outside, the streets were lively. Kids running along the streets and people walking along the sidewalk, not an ounce of fear in their bodies.
‘Mrow.’
You turn around, smiling when Cookie Shake trots up to you, Neo not too far behind him. “Good morning, my babies~” You lean down and pet their heads, scratching under Neo’s chin while Cookie Shake tries pouncing on your hand. “Hey, no biting! I’ll go get you some breakfast.”
Cookie Shake follows happily, weaving between your legs while Neo trots in and jumps on the counter above her bowl.
Your phone buzzes on the counter.
You read over the message again, smiling to yourself. Your screen flashes before you put your phone. Afterward, your body sprawls freely on the couch, and you relax into the cushions. After channel surfing, you find a marathon of your favorite show. After a couple hours, you get pulled away by soft knocking from your front.
“Coming!” You shout.
You pause the episode, get off the couch and stretch. You notice Cookie Shake sleeping peacefully on the other side of the sofa, and you rub behind his ear. Your feet carry you to the door, a hand coming to your eyes to rub the sleep out of them. You turn the knob and open the door, your demeanor changing upon seeing a familiar face.
“Hey (Y/N)!” Hitoshi smiles.
Your jaw drops when you see him standing on your porch. “Hitoshi…you’re on my porch. Oh my gosh, what’re you doing here?!”
“I came to see you.”
You step aside, letting him inside. “That’s so sweet! Come in, come in.”
Hitoshi takes his shoes off by the door and places a small bag on your coffee table, noticing Cookie Shake on the sofa. “Oh my goodness, my little man,” he coos, petting his fur. “Is Neo here?”
You point to the kitchen and giggle when Hitoshi walks over to Neo and gets cuddled the second she recognizes him. “Looks like she missed you.”
“i missed her too. So, how’re you doing?” Hitoshi asks, scratching under Neo’s chin.
“Much better. The nightmares are slowly going away.”
“Nightmares? What nightmares?”
You shrug and sit beside Cookie Shake, who sleeps peacefully. “About a month or so after the trial…I got these weird messages, and I had to go to the police about it. It stopped eventually but the thought of someone getting Tenk—ah , I mean Tomura out terrified me. That little voice in the back of my head saying, ‘He’ll come back for you. He always makes good on his promises.’ It freaked me out, Hitoshi,” you sigh. “Then I kept having this recuuring nightmare where I’d open the door and there he was soaking wet and dishelveled in his jumpsuit. He’d always have this crazed look in his eye. My feet would be stuck to the floor and I’d wake up just as he’d pull me out the door.”
Hitoshi walks over with Neo in his arms and lets the cuddly cat sit in his lap as he gently takes your hand. “I promise that as long as I’m here, you’ll always be safe. Even if that cracked face bastard somehow gets out, I’ll be here to protect you.”
You look at him, his slightly calloused hand gently cupping yours. “Hitoshi…” you mutter.
“You mean a lot to me,” he smiles, stroking your hand. “I don’t know how to put this exactly, so I’m sorry if this sounds cheesy or corny.”
“I won’t judge you. Just take your time and say what you need to say.”
Hitoshi takes a deep breath and nods. “Alright. I've been thinking a lot lately and want to get something off my chest.
“The truth is, I have a crush on you. The more I get to know you, the stronger my feelings grow. You have this effortless charm and kindness that draws people in, and I find myself falling deeper with every passing day. These last few months we’ve spent together have been amazing. Seeing you and your fur babies have made my life even better because I got to have you in it.
“So, (Y/N), I'm putting my heart on the line here and asking if you'd be willing to go out with me?” he asks, giving you a kind yet nervous smile.
You let Hitoshi’s words sink in. ‘He likes me back…’ you think. You gently squeeze his hand and smile. “I’d love that.”
Hitoshi’s eyes widen. “Yo…you’re serious?”
You giggle at his reaction. “I had a crush on you too.”
Hitoshi laughs softly before pulling you into a hug. “Oh my God, I was so nervous you’d say no,” he mumbles into your scalp.
You hug him back and nestle into his shoulder. “I was nervous you’d say no when I finally mustered up the courage to confess,” you admit.
He pulls away and gently cups your face his touch sending shivers down their spine. “I could never say no to you.”
Their breaths mingled, warm and sweet, as they leaned in, their lips a mere whisper away. In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The world around them faded into the background, leaving the two bathed in the enchantment of their shared connection. As your lips met, melding together in a tender, passionate kiss, a symphony of emotions filled you—an explosion of longing, tenderness, and the sheer joy of having someone who truly loved you.
Once you pulled away, you pant softly. “Wow…” you mumble. “That was…”
“Yeah, amazing,” he chuckles, finishing your sentence.
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A/N: It took me a year but I finally finished this SMAU lmao. School kicked my ass and I had almost NO free time. Enjoy and stay on the lookout for the ending to my other SMAU and maybe something new
»Summary: Bikers weren’t necessarily a problem in your city, but to you, they were like the bubonic plague. After running into one of them, you had to ask yourself, are bikers really that much of a nuisance?
“Where you going, daddy?” Kokoro asks while sitting on Hitoshi’s bed, watching him put his black earrings on.
“Out, Koko.”
“Where?”
“A restaurant with Y/n.”
Kokoro swings his feet. “Can i goes?”
Hitoshi sprays some cologne on. “No Koko.”
It’s been a hot minute since he went on a date. Outside of brief one night stands that ended in deleted numbers and his and Akibimi’s failed relationship, he hasn’t gone out with anyone.
“Why?” Koko asks again.
Hitoshi inhales deeply. “Because it’s for adults, Koko. You’re gonna stay with Grandpa Hizashi and Grandpa Shouta.”
“Oh…okie,” Koko nods with a grin.
Hitoshi ruffles his hair. “Good boy.”
The doorbell rings and Hitoshi pulls away from the vanity. Kokoro, already on his way to the door, stopped and called out to the person on the other side. “Who you?!”
“It’s grandpa, little listener!” Hizashi chuckles.
“Ganpa!” Koko opens the door for Hizashi. “Hi ganpa.”
“Hi Koko! How's my favourite little listener doing?”
“I good! Daddy go out with Miss L/n today.”
“We heard,” Shouta chuckles and shuts the door. “We’re gonna have fun while he’s gone.”
“Yay!”
“Looking snappy, Toshi,” Hizashi grins at the black shirt and matching jeans toshi is wearing. “Hot Topic realness.”
“i just wanted to be comfortable,” Hitoshi grumbles and picks up his keys. “I'll see you later. Bye koko, I love you.”
“Bye daddy! I love you too! Have good ooting!”
“I’ll try.”
“Good luck,” Shouta says.
You’re standing outside your apartment building when he pulls up, waving him down.
“Hitoshi! Over here!”
Rolling down the window, Hitoshi stops the car in front of you and smiles when he sees your outfit.
You quickly sit inside, buckling your seatbelt as he drives down the street. “Hey! How’re you?”
“I’m fine, you look very comfortable,” he comments.
“It is way too hot for fitted clothes. How’s Kokoro?”
“He’s fine. He wanted to come but I think you see enough of him during the week.”
“I don’t mind seeing him, or you,” you snicker.
“I don’t mind seeing you either,” Hitoshi responds. “So, where to?”
“There’s this Italian place I’ve been dying to go to.”
“That sounds fun. After that maybe we could go to the Sakura garden? I hear it’s nice this time of year.
“Yes please.”
Hitoshi smiles at you as he stops at the light. “I’m glad you said yes, Y/n.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I like you.”
“Oh. Well, I like you too.”
You both look at each other before slowly leaning in until Hitoshi pulls away when a horn blares at him from behind.
“Move it asshole!” the guy shouts.
Hitoshi rolls his eyes and steps on the gas.
Not long after, he pulls up to the italian restaurant, getting out first to open the door for you.
“Such a gentleman,” you tease, holding his arm.
You walk in with Hitoshi and soon get seated near the window.
“This place is nice,” Hitoshi comments to hide his nervousness.
“Yeah, I heard you can make your own drinks here. Also my friend loves the pasta they have here. She raved about it for hours,” you giggle.
“I guess we should try some and see how it tastes,” Hitoshi smiles, looking through the menu.
“I might get the chef’s steak.”
“Steak? Oh god i’m supposed to buy groceries,” you lament. “That’s what I was forgetting this morning.”
“That’s okay. We can go after this. Don’t worry.”
“Really? You don’t mind?”
“Nope. Then I can pick up stuff for the apartment too.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
After ordering your food and drinks, you take up a piece of bread and fight back a laugh as Hitoshi tells a story about Kokoro when he was younger.
“He sounds like a little troublemaker, which is weird cause he’s one of the best behaved kids in my class.”
“He takes out all his trouble on me,” hitoshi chuckles.
“That's adorable. Was he really that bad?”
“I was putting on my capture scarf and one of the ends was at floor level. In his mischievous little mind he thought ‘ooh, pretty’ and yanked it as hard as he could. Eraserhead thought the bruising around my neck was hickeys and I still haven’t lived it down.”
“Oh no,” you giggle. “He’s such a sweetie though.”
“He is. The little guy’s kinda shy though. It’s hard for him to make friends.”
“I noticed that in class. He normally plays by himself or hangs around Mr. Bakugou’s daughter. It's great that he has a friend but I hope he’d make some more friends with the other boys in my class. Has he ever said anything?”
“Not really…maybe?”
You internally facepalm. “Have you asked if he thinks about that?”
Hitoshi awkwardly cuts his steak. “He’s not the complaining kind. I think the most he’s ever complained about is his mom.”
“Oh? Does he not like her or…”
He sighs, already feeling himself ageing. “I think he likes her out of obligation cause she’s his mom but they barely spent time together.”
“So whenever she comes over he gets nervous or anxious, making him shut down?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
“Child ed major, and I worked with a lot of kids with shitty parents.” You twirl the pasta around your fork. “I don't blame him though, she seems intense.”
“She is. Tore off the mask when she told me she was pregnant. How did someone so cruel make someone so precious?”
You reach over the table and pat his hand. “You raised him right, Hitoshi.”
“Thank you,” he smiles.
After receiving your food, you sip on your mango juice as Hitoshi talks about his training back in U.A.
“So Deku basically tossed me over his shoulder and trust me that hurt like hell. I almost beat him, but then I got him back after Dad took me under his wing. It was worth it watching Uravity slap him out of my mind control. ”
“It sounds like quite a feat,” you giggle. “Do you want to stay for dessert or would you wanna skip it and go shop?”
“Maybe we could take dessert to-go? I’ll buy a slice for Koko. I dunno how he got a taste for it but he loves it.”
“Maybe his ‘ganpas’?” you tease, mimicking Kokoro’s name for his grandparents.
“You’re right!” he gasps at the realisation.
After grabbing your desert and playfully fighting with Hitoshi over who’s paying the bill, you both make your way to the grocery store.
“Now I can afford name brand cereal,” you chuckle and drop the box in the cart. “if you see me riding in a convertible to school, don't be surprised.”
“What’re you, a forty year old man going through a mid life crisis?”
“Ew, nooo,” you whine as he turns into the snacks and tea aisle. “I thought it’d be cool.”
“Maybe a small car like a mini cooper or something?”
“Maybe. What’d you need from this aisle again?”
“Coffee.”
“Pretends to be shocked,” you gasp dramatically.
Hitoshi playfully rolls his eyes, looking for the brand of coffee and the fruit gummies that Kokoro likes. “You gonna buy any snacks?”
“Maybe. Ooh, they have marshmallows! I can make the cereal treats now!”
“You bake?”
“I love baking. I brought these little bunny shaped buns to class the other day and the kids loved it. Koko said he was gonna bring one home but I think he ate it,” you giggle.
“That explains the crumb covered face he had when I picked him up last week. Maybe you could make them again?”
You gently bump him with the cart. “Of course.”
“Do you have all the ingredients?”
“Flour, sugar–do I have enough yeast? Also, chocolate chips. and brown sugar for cookies. Nico and Amelie love it when I bake cookies.”
“Grab what you need. We can go aisle by aisle and get what we both need.”
“Alright.”
Grocery shopping with Hitoshi was both relaxing and chaotic considering he almost got jumped by fans and the two of you bought almost 105,000¥ worth of groceries for both of you, splitting the bill again.
“Do you still wanna go to Sakura Gardens or do you wanna drop this off and call it a day?”
“We don’t have to call it a day, but yeah, I wanna drop this off. Besides, I have to sort through all of this before the frozen stuff defrosts.”
“Let’s go then.”
You groan to yourself as you unload the last couple of bags from the elevator into the hallway of your floor, playfully glaring at hitoshi as he carries six bags. “How are you doing that?!”
“I workout,” he says nonchalantly.
“I can see that,” you snicker, poking his beefy bicep.
You unlock your apartment and lead Hitoshi inside.
“Your apartment’s cute. It fits you,” Hitoshi compliments, placing the bags on the floor near your kitchenette counter.
You place the bags in your hands down in the kitchenette and smile. “Thanks. Got it for a good deal and it’s only two trains away from the daycare.”
“I think it’s time for you to get a car,” Hitoshi suggests.
“It would give me an extra hour of sleep…” you admit.
You take out your planner from one of the drawers and place it on the counter, making a note to look for cars within the month.
You feel Hitoshi stand behind you.
“Whatcha doin? Y/n plus Hitoshi equals forever?” Hitoshi chuckles.
“You are thirty.”
“And? It’s cute,” Hitoshi hums, pressing closer to kiss your cheek. “Just like you.”
You feel your cheeks warm as Hitoshi’s arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on top of your head. “You think I’m cute?”
Hitoshi hums positively in response as you turn around and look up at him. “I think you’re adorable. Beautiful too, especially those cute earrings you always wear for the kids.”
You giggle quietly. “I try my best.”
“You and those cute pointy ears that twitch when you’re happy. Like right now,” Hitoshi grins, leaning in a playfully to nip one. His eyes widen when you whimper softly. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry! They’re really sensitive,” you stammer, embarrassed.
Hitoshi looks at you before cupping your face and leaning in for a kiss.
You press your lips against his and sigh softly as he leans forward putting a little more pressure into the kiss. Hitoshi walks you backwards, aiming for the couch but forgets some of the grocery bags. your foot catches on one and you tumble backwards, grabbing his shirt to try and save yourself but you both end up in a heap on the hardwood.
“Ow,” Hitoshi groans, rubbing his shoulder where he landed.
You look up at him and before you start giggling, ignoring the pain in your upper back. “Are you okay?” you wheeze.
“I’ve had worse. Are you okay?”
You sit up, rubbing your waist. “I think so. This was a bust. The back of my neck kinda hurts.”
“This wasn't a bust. I got to hang out with a cute girl, ate good food, and got a kiss. This seems like a good day.”
“Yeah, I think you're right. Let's sort out this stuff before you have to go.”
Hitoshi looked at the groceries. “Right..
*
After picking up the remaining toys, you look at your two little stragglers sitting on the froggy chairs.
“Nora, is your mommy coming to get you today?”
the little lizard girl shakes her head.
“Oh? What about your big brother?”
“Uh uh. Daddy get me,” she explains timidly.
“Now that i didn’t know.” you check the book for a number.
Kokoro comes to stand next to you, playing with his fingers.
“Koko, do you want to play with Nora?”
Koko nods but stays close to you. “Scawed. She nice?”
“Mhm, very nice. Let’s go say hi before I have to call her dad.”
“Hi Nora,” you call out as you walk over to her, Kokoro holding onto the hem of your skirt. “Kokoro here wants to be your friend.”
“Kowo?” Nora echoes.
Peeking out from behind you, Koro waves shyly. “Hai,” he says softly.
“Hai. I Nowa. I wike dawin!”
“Me too! Miss L/n, I daw wif Nowa, peez?”
“Of course you can, both of you can draw on the board while i call your parents.”
“Yay!” Nora giggles and hops off the chair. “We daw! Les go!
You give them two markers and let them go crazy on the whiteboard while you call her father to confirm he’s on his way then Hitoshi.
“Hello?”
“Hi Mr. Shinsou, are you on your way to pick up Kokoro?”
‘well i’m currently on a scene with hothead keeping a villain tied up.”
‘I’m not a fuckin hothead, eyebags! Look out!’
You move your head at the sound of a small explosion.
‘I think I'll be a little late…’
“Oh no,” you sigh and look at Kokoro drawing. “What should I do?”
“Just keep him safe for me. Shit, I gotta go.” He hangs up before you can say anything,
You look at your phone, scoffing quietly in disbelief. Nora’s father arrives shortly after, apologising for being late.
“Bai bai!” she waves as she toddles after her father.
“Bai Nowa!” Kokoro giggles.
“Hm, Kokoro, do you want to come with me to my sister's house to wait for your daddy? Nico will be there.”
“I see Nico?” Kokoro asks.
“Most likely. His mommy should be driving them home by now.”
“Where daddy?”
You start packing up your purse. “He’s working but he’ll come for you when he’s done, come on.”
“Okie,” Kokoro calls out and walks over to his little cubby near the door to take his purple bag. “Ready!”
“We’ll get some meat buns on the way,” you promise as you lock the classroom door. “And fizzy lemonade.”
“Yay! I wub lemndade,” Kokoro cheers.
“Alright, let’s go,” you smile, locking your door then holding his hand and walking out of the school.
*
“Nico!” Kokoro squeals when the door opens. “Fwen!”
Nico recognises Kokoro and hugs him, rocking them side to side. “Koko!”
You giggle at the toddlers as they hug. “Hi to you too, Nico.”
“Ahtie!” Nico squeals, pulling Koko over as he hugs your legs. “Hi.”
“Where’s your mom?”
“Food.” He tugs Kokoro inside to the living room where he was playing with his toys.
“And your sister?”
“Wif Momma.”
“Nico? Who’s that?” A voice calls from the kitchen.
“It’s me!” you call back and take off your shoes. “I brought my mini guest.”
“No food?”
“You can have my spare meat bun. Also, ain’t you cookin’ for Nico and Amelie?” You scoff and walk into the kitchen, gasping excitedly at Amelie in her high chair sat the dining table.
“Shut up.”
You roll your eyes and look at Amelie. “Hello my favourite niece. Hi.”
“Ahtie! Hai!” Amelie waves as you come closer. You kiss all over her face and giggle when she gives you slobbery kisses.
“I love you more. Your mommy couldn’t have made someone so cute and sweet. No she couldn’t ~”
“Hey!” Sika, your older sister scoffs at the stove. “She’s definitely my baby so she’s obviously adorable. Where else would she get it from?”
You sit with an exaggerated sigh. “Mhm, sure. I dunno John probably.”
“Rude. Where’s this mini guest you texted me about?”
“He’s getting loved on by Nico,” you giggle.
Sika’s head peeks out of the kitchen and her eyes soften as she sees Nico hugging a little boy with purple hair. “Who’s that?”
“One of my kids from the school. Their dad’s caught up in work, so he let me take him here until he can pick him up.”
“Why? Wait a minute, which hero’s kid is this one?”
“MindJack.”
“Ohhh, your lil boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!”
“Not yet,” Sika teases.
“Shut up,” you whine. “What’re you even cooking?”
“Meat sauce and spaghetti.”
You walk over and peak over her shoulder. Waiting until she turns around to grab some worcestershire sauce, you take the spoon out and taste the sauce, internally groaning.
“Hey! Get outta there! Shoo,” Sika hisses, playfully hitting you.
“Okay, okay, okay, damn.”
Amelie pats her hands on her table. “Mama!”
Sika makes a small puppy in her hand and puts it on the table for her to play with. “That should keep you busy.”
“Uppie!” she giggles, try to pat the hologram.
Two sets of footsteps slap against the tiles as Sika feels a hand tug on her sweatpants.
“Hmm? Oh, hi Nico. Who’s this?”
“Hi Momma! This my fen!”
“Wel hi. What’s your name?” she asks, giving Kokoro a gentle smile.
“Sinsou,” Kokoro says softly, a bit shy about meeting her.
“Well it’s lovely to meet you. Dinner should be ready in about an hour. Hopefully someone won’t sneak into my pot again!”
You roll your eyes. “Koko, this is my older sister,Sika.”
“I’m not that much older than you!”
You playfully stick your tongue at her before whining when she makes a hologram of a spoon and hits you with it.
“Big sis?” Kokoro repeats. “I wish I had big sis too.”
“Well I don’t think you could have a big sis, but you can have a little one like Ami.”
“Ami?” Kokoro echos, looking at the baby giggling. “But how?”
You and Sika look at each other.
“What do you mean how?”
“How I get a baby sis?”
“Um…well when a Mommy and a Daddy love each other very much they hug and kiss for a while and in nine months the Mommy has the baby. Sometimes there’s two Daddies or two mommies. They still have babies but it’s a little complicated that way.”
“Min has two daddies,” Nico says.
Sika pets his hair. “Yes he does.”
“Min my fen too!”
Kokoro nods, trying to understand. “So daddy and mean lady kiss and hug and have me?”
“Yes they did. That’s how you got here.” You poke his chest. “But sometimes mommies and daddies stop loving each other and separate to be with other people.”
“Is that why Daddy no let her see me?”
You hum awkwardly. “I think you should talk to your daddy about this, not me.”
“Okie! Um, L/n?”
“Yes?” you and Sika respond.
“Uh uh, Miss L/n,” Kokoro corrects.
“Oh,” Sika giggles and goes back to stirring the sauce. “My bad.”
“Yes, Koko?” you answer.
“You lub Daddy?”
“Well, um, I do like spending time with him and you. Your Daddy is a very nice and handsome person.”
“He a diwf!” He says proudly and Sika nearly loses her mind.
“Koko…don’t say that. You caused that, y’know,” You huff, glaring at Sika as she grips the counter, wheezing.
“How?”
“He heard it from Nico who heard you call his grandpa that.”
“His grandpa is Eraserhead?!”
“But you say he is, L/n,” Kokoro mumbles.
You crouch down to his level. “Koko, love is a big word for someone, I like your dad but I don't love him. Maybe one day, maybe not, we just have to wait and see. And don’t call him a dilf around anyone, okay?”
“But you sa–”
“That’s a secret between us. Don’t tell your Daddy okay?”
“I twy best.”
“Good boy,” you coo standing up and ruffling his hair. “Now go play with Nico.”
“Yay! Nico, we play now!”
“Yay!” Nico giggles, pulling Kokoro to the living room to play.
You sigh in relief.
“You’d make a good mom,” Sika says. “You’ve already got the bullshitting down.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Yes you were. You can dance around topics just like a mom. Good job.”
“Thanks i guess.”
The sound of jingling keys pulls Nico away from his mini racecars as he cheers. “Daddy home!”
The door opens and a tall man with grey dreads steps in. “Sika, I’m home.”
“I know, babe. Nico screams it whenever he hears your keys jingle. Welcome home,” she calls from the kitchen.
“Hi John,” you also call.
“Oh Y/n is here,” he mutters and takes off his blazer and shoes in the entryway. “Hi Y/n.”
Walking into living room, he playfully groans when Nico barrels into his thighs. “Hi Nico.”
“Daddy!”
Nico clings on as John drags himself into the living room.
John notices Kokoro playing with the toys on the carpet. “Uh, did we have another kid?”
“He my fren,” Nico says. “Koko! This my Daddy!”
Kokoro looks at Nico before staring wide eyed at John. “Woah! You Daddy big! Like Wed Wiot!”
In the kitchen you roll your eyes and cover your mouth when Sika nudges you, a knowing look on her face.
“You know Wed Wiot?!” Nico gasps.
“Uh huh! He my unka!”
“You so cool Koko!”
After dinner you sit on the couch, tickling Amelie’s stomach as she giggles softly and pats your stomach.
“Ahtie!” Amelie giggles before leaning forward and hugging your stomach. “Wub oo.”
“I love you too, cutie.”
A soft snore makes you look down and coo softly when you see Amelie’s face smushed into your stomach as she hugs you.
Sika comes in and chuckles as she sees Nico and Koko wrapped under a blanket, fast asleep on the carpet.
“They’ve got the itis,” she laughs.
“All of them do,” you chuckle, trying not to wake Amelie.
A soft vibration from your pocket pulls your attention away. You check your phone and see Hitoshi’s name and a text.
💜🧠Toshi💜🧠
>>hey
>> finally off work
Me
<<yay!
<<are you okay? 🥺
💜🧠Toshi💜🧠
>>i’m fine
>>how’s Koko?
>>where are you?
Me
<<my sisters house
<<{location sent}
💜🧠Toshi💜🧠
<<omw 💜
“Is that your boyfriend~?” Sika teases, peeking over your shoulder.
“Nosy much?”
“You did the same thing when I dated John!”
“No I didn’t!”
“Yes you did. Don’t lie.”
John picks up Amelie, patting her back. “I should get her to bed.”
“Dada,” she mumbles, nuzzling her face into his neck.
“C’mon sweetie. Say goodnight to Auntie Y/n.”
“Ni ni.”
Sika picks Nico up from the floor and carries him upstairs. Not long after they leave Hitoshi knocks on the door.
You get up to open it and smile when you see Hitoshi, his mask on his neck with his capture weapon. “Hi Toshi!”
“Hey. Sorry for making you wait. Work was a lot.”
“Oh no it’s fine! I got to spend time with Koko and he got to see Nico. He also made a new friend today. It’s all good.”
“I’m proud of him.”
“He might want to have a serious conversation with you later.”
“Oh. What about exactly?”
“I’ll let him tell you.”
“Where is he by the way?”
“Oh, he fell asleep after dinner,” you giggle, pointing to the covered heap with small tufts of purple sticking out.
You pick up Koko and hand him to Hitoshi.
“He’s never been this tuckered out before. You’re so good with kids, Y/n. Anyway, it’s getting late, so I better get this one home. See ya, Y/n.”
“Noooo, no no no no,” Kokoro whines as Hitoshi turn around, sleepily reaching for you.
“Yes~” Hitoshi coos. Looking back at you he smiles and stops for a second. “Do you want a ride home?”
“That would be nice.”
“Alright, lemme thank your sister before I go put Koko in the car.”
You nod and go back inside, slightly startled when you see Sika smirking at you.
“He’s cute~” she teases.
“Shut up,” you whine. “Just talk to him.”
Sika hums knowingly and goes outside to meet Hitoshi. “Good evening, MindJack.”
“Hello L/n.”
“Mori, not a L/n anymore,” she chuckles.
“Oh. Sorry. Mrs. Mori, thank you for watching Kokoro for me.”
“It was no problem. Honestly Y/n did most of the work. I just made dinner.”
“Well thank you regardless.”
“You’re welcome. Your son and mine have really bonded.”
“They could have a sleepover,” you suggest. “It’ll be good for him.”
“That’s a good idea,” Hitoshi agrees. “If that’s fine with you, Mrs. Mori.”
“It sounds fun. Here, I’ll give you my number so we can plan it.
You watch the two swap numbers before nodding at Hitoshi.
“I’ll go wait in the car.”
After Hitoshi leaves, Sika pokes you in the side.
“Hey! What was that for?!”
“Bag his ass, sis.”
“You are so chaotic.”
“But you love me. I’ll see you next week. Love you,” she smiles, hugging you before playfully pushing you out. “Now go get your mans.”
You playfully roll your eyes and grab your things before meeting Toshi in his car.
“Hey again.”
“Hi. Thanks for the ride home,” you smile.
Hitoshi starts the car and pulls off the curb. “No problem. So, we never really finished our first date yesterday,” Hitoshi chuckles.
“Because I forgot I needed groceries and you got dragged along.”
“I wouldn’t say dragged. It was fun. How’s your neck feeling by the way?”
“A lot better. I iced it after you left. It’s a little sore sometimes but I make do.”
“I know a great masseuse if you need one?” Hitoshi says, stopping at the red light. He takes your hand in his before he starts driving, gently stroking the back of your thumb.
Soon after you get home, Hitoshi helps you out of the car.
You look back at Kokoro who’s fast asleep in the booster seat. ‘Little cutie.’ “Goodnight Kokoro," you whisper, patting his head. You gasp softly when Koko nuzzles into your touch.
“Mama…”
“Awwwww,” you coo. “Poor baby.”
“L/n…Mama,” he mumbles sleepily.
“Uh oh…”
You gently close the door, facing Hitoshi. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime. Should I walk you up?”
“No no, it’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow after school.”
“Alright. Sleep well,” Hitoshi smiles and kisses your lips quickly before going back to the car.
Hitoshi climbs in and turns over the engine.
“Daddy?”
Hitoshi turns to see Kokoro awake and rubbing his eyes. “Hi buddy, did you have a nice nap?”
“Mhm. I see l/n and you kissy.”
“Oh, did you?”
“Mhm. But I thought only mommies and daddies do kissy.”
“Not always, bud. Not everyone starts out as a Mommy and Daddy. Adults who really like each other can kiss too.”
“So you like L/n?”
“I do, a lot.”
“You lub her?”
“I, uh, I dunno yet Koko.”
Kokoro yawns loudly. “Okie. Sweepy.”
“Go back to sleep, Koko.”
“Nini Dada.”
*
Kokoro squeals excitedly when the doorbell rings. “She here!”
Hitoshi puts the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. “Why don’t you open the door, buddy.”
“Yah!”
Kokoro opens the door for you and Nico. “Hi!”
“Hi!” Nico giggles, hugging Kokoro.
“Hi Koko,” you smile and wave, dragging the small suitcase inside and shutting the door. “Where’s your dad?”
“Getting snackies. Nico, I show you my kitties.”
“Okie.”
You put the suitcase down, kissing Hitoshi in greeting. “Hi, Toshi,” you smile.
“Hi. I’m glad you’re here.”
Nico stares at you and Hitoshi while Koko tries showing him Hana.
“Hana sits,” Koko commands and grins when the cat sits. “I tolds you she sits.”
“Ooh, kitty smart. What she know?”
“Hana speak,” Koko commands.
‘Mrow’
Nico claps excitedly. “Wowee!”
“Looks like they’re having fun,” you giggle.
Hitoshi holds your waist, smiling fondly at you.
“What?” you chuckle.
“I just like looking at you.”
“Aww, Toshi. That’s sweet.”
“Like you.”
Holographic hearts swim around your body. “Stoooop,” you whine, covering your face. Glancing to your right, you see two pairs of big eyes staring at both of you.
“What’re you two rascals looking at?” Hitoshi chuckles as the toddlers giggle amongst themselves and run away towards Kokoro’s room with Onyx.
“They’re so cute,” you giggle.
“Yeah, but they’re little menaces,” Hitoshi adds.
“Cute menaces.”
“Agreed.”
Hitoshi kisses your cheek before checking behind you then walking you back towards the couch.
“What’re you looking for?” you ask.
“Making sure there's no grocery bags behind you,” Hitoshi jokes.
You sit on the couch, scoffing quietly. “I appreciate it. So what’s the plan, kind host?”
“Dinner, a couple of games, then a movie.”
“Sounds fun,” you agree. “What do you think the boys are doing?”
“They’ve been quiet. A little too quiet. We should go and check on them.”
Once you and Hitoshi open Kokoro’s door, you snicker when you find them in a cute pillow fort.
“What paswad?!” Kokoro yells as you and Hitoshi enter the room.
“Uh, I love my Daddy?” Hitoshi guesses before raising a playful brow when Kokoro makes a buzzer noise. “Wow.”
“Paswad!”
“Um, how about ‘I love kitties’?” you guess.
“No but I likes you so you can come in.”
You put your hands on your chest and kneel in front of the fort. “I’m honoured.” You scooch between them, smooching Nicos cheek.
“Koko what about me?!”
“Gess paswad, you gets in.” Nico snickers.
“Can you give me a hint?”
“Is about l/n,” Kokoro teases.
“Oh God. Is it I like Y/n?”
“Yah!”
Hitoshi climbs in and sits next to Kokoro. “You’re terrible.”
“I bad?”
“No, you’re just mischievous,” Hitoshi chuckles, rustling Kokoro’s hair.
“What dat mean?” Koko asks you.
You pinch his chubby cheek. “It means you’re a little troublemaker.”
“Oh no!”
Onyx meows and hops in your lap, making biscuits on your thighs.
“Hi Onyx.”
“Onnie like you,” Kokoro says.
“Yes he does. I like Onyx too. He’s a very pretty kitty. Yes you are, pretty boy,” you coo, scratching under his chin and smiling as he purrs.
“So, are you two hungry?” Hitoshi asks.
“No Daddy.”
Nico’s tummy rumbles loudly. “Oopsie,” he mutters. “I hungry.”
“Alright, let’s get started on dinner.”
“Nuggies?”
“You had that twice this week already Koko. We’re having pho.”
“Aww. Wait wha pho again?”
“It’s like ramen but the noodles are fancy,” Hitoshi chuckles.
“Ooh!”
“Sounds yummy,” Nico giggles.
*
“Toshi, this has to be the best pho I’ve ever eaten,” you groan.
“Dif wike Uncle Bago foo, spiiy buj so yumy! Dank yew,” Koko giggles around his food.(this is like uncle bakugou’s food, spicy but so yummy)
“Is yummy,” Nico agrees.
“I’m happy you all like it,” Hitoshi smiles. “I learned how to make it on a mission to Vietnam.”
“You’ve been to Vietnam?! Wow!”
“Daddy the coowest!”
“Yah!”
“Once you boys finish we can set up the movie.”
Koko slurps down the rest of his broth and eats the vegetables inside.“I done!”
“Me too!”
“So you don’t want the bunny biscuits I made?” you ask, getting up and grabbing the small plastic container from the kitchen counter.
“You make those?” Koko gasps.
“Ahtie the best bayker!” Nico giggles. “She make my biwfbay cake yast lear.”
You put the container down on the dining table and take off the lid. “You can both have two now and two later.”
“Wow, Y/n, those look amazing. They smell amazing too,” Hitoshi compliments as he takes a bunny out. “They’re so cute, I almost feel bad about eating them.”
You giggle and rip off one of the ears off your biscuit and soon after you’ve finished three.
“So yummy!” Nico murmurs around his own.
“L/n the best!” Kokoro agrees. “Daddy, can me and Nico pick the moovee?”
“Sure,” Hitoshi calls out as the boys rush from the dinner table. “But go wash your hands first!”
“Okay!” they chorus and run to the guest bathroom.
You smile at their antics before helping Hitoshi load the dishwasher. After you close it and turn it on, you gasp softly when you feel Hitoshi’s arms wrap around your waist and his lips on your cheek. “Is this a running theme between us?” you joke. “You trapping me in the kitchen?”
“You don’t like it?” Hitoshi asks, looking at you.
“No it’s cute.”
“So, I wanted to ask you, since we’ve been going out for a while and Kokoro loves it whenever you’re here, do you want to make it official?”
“Hitoshi, are you–yes! Of course I will!” you smile, turning around and hugging his neck, giggling when he pecks all over your face before kissing your lips. You squeal softly and look up at him when you pull away. “Hitoshi!”
“What? I’ve been waiting to do that for a while,” he chuckles as you playfully roll your eyes.
“If you’re gonna do that, wait until the boys are asleep,” you tease before walking away into the living room.
Hitoshi watches you leave before grinning to himself. ‘I can play the waiting game. Let’s hope you can too.’
Sitting down on the couch he kisses your temple before ruffling Kokoro’s hair. “Castle in the Sky? Good choice,” Hitoshi nods as Onyx joins him and you on the couch.
Kokoro sits on the floor with Nico and the other two kitties under his Dynamight blanket.
Hitoshi presses play on the DVD remote and drapes an around your waist as the movie starts.
A quarter of the way through you feel something touch your side.For a second you think it’s onyx but he’s on the other side of Hitoshi. You look down and see it’s hitoshis hand, so you relax.
A horrible decision really.
Not long after you start focusing on the movie again, Hitoshi’s hand slips under your shirt, still stroking your waist. “Toshi? What’re you doing?” you whisper.
He doesn’t respond. He keeps drifting his hand upward as he playfully nips the tip of your ear. “I’m enjoying a movie with my new girlfriend,” he replies.
You glance at the boys who are engrossed in the movie and the bowl of popcorn they’re sharing.
“Toshi,” you whine.
Hitoshi smirks to himself as his fingers squeezes one of your tits before immediately letting go when Kokoro turns around and looks at you and Hitoshi. “Daddy, you watch the moovee?”
“Yup! Pazu reminds me a lot of you. Brave but mischievous.”
“I bave?”
“The bravest, bud.”
“Nico bave too,” Koko giggles, hugging Nico before gasping at the explosion. “Wowee!”
You look up at Hitoshi, your face still warm as he grins at you.
“Something wrong, babe?”
“Nope, um, I-I’m okay…” you stammer, focusing on the movie and trying your best to ignore Hitoshi as his hand finds its way towards your thigh.
“You sure, babe?”
“I’ll get you back for this,” you hiss.
The boys fall asleep just before the movie ends. snoring peacefully on the rug with Coco and Hana snuggled between them.
“They’re so cute. Let’s go put them to bed.”
Hitoshi picks up Koko and you take Nico, carrying both of them to koko’s room. You place Nico’s hair in his little blue bonnet then tuck them in together in the spacious bed.
“Goodnight boys,” you whisper. You close the door behind you and squeal softly when Hitoshi sneaks up on you again. “How do you keep doing that?!”
“Years of stealth training babe,” he whispers, nipping your ear again and trailing his hands towards your hips.
You tilt your head back and giggle as he kisses up your neck, occasionally dragging his teeth along your skin.
“Toshi,” you whimper.
“Hmm?”
“Bedroom.”
You fall back onto Hitoshi’s bed as he crawls over you, pulling you in for another kiss. You softly grind against his knee and moan into his mouth before pulling away. “Wait, Toshi, stop for a second,” you whimper.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Hitoshi asks, pulling away and looking down at you.
“No. I just wanted to ask, you have a condom right?”
Hitoshi stares at you before closing his eyes and groaning. “No…”
“Oh…well.”
He rolls off you and digs his palms into his eyes. “I was not prepared for this.
“It’s okay. We can do this another time. We can cuddle and make out a bit for now.”
“Let’s go shower first,” Hitoshi suggests, rolling off the bed and reaching out to you.
“Okay.”
After putting on your shower cap and going into the spacious bathroom, you feel a little self conscious as Hitoshi starts to undress. You already knew he was somewhat bulky but seeing his full body made your face warmer than a volcano. Shyly undressing you stand in front of him in your underwear before reaching behind you to unclip your bra and letting the cloth slip off of your shoulders.
You look at Hitoshi as his cheeks warm. “Toshi?”
“Huh?” Hitoshi stammers. “Pretty titties.”
“You really think so?”
“You’re beautiful, Y/n,” Hitoshi admits, stepping closer and kissing your forehead.
“Thank you,” you smile. You look him over and widen your eyes when you see the defined six-pack just under his ribs. “Oh.”
“Like what you see?” he smirks.
“Yes. Yes I do,” you giggle running your hand along his chest. You look at him as his hands grip your ass again. “Aren’t we supposed to be in the shower?”
“Right. You and your sexy ass distracted me.”
You take your underwear off and shake your hips teasingly before stepping into the shower.
“Goddammit,” he groans, pulling off his boxers and following you inside.
Half an hour later you panted heavily against the marble tiled wall as Hitoshi brought you to probably your third orgasm of the night. Hitoshi looked up at you from between your legs, the showerhead long forgotten at his side. “You okay, babe?” Hitoshi grins.
You nod softly and almost fall down if it wasn’t for Hitoshi’s quick reflexes.
“Easy, babe. I’ve gotcha.”
“How are you still standing you came almost as many times as I did!”
“Stamina.”
He picks up the shower head and lets the warm water run over your back as you cling to him. “Better?”
“Yeah. That was amazing,” you shudder.
“Really?”
“Hitoshi, I can barely stand,” you pout.
Hitoshi chuckles and gives you another forehead kiss. “Let’s dry off and get to bed.”
*
“Daddy?” Kokoro calls out as he peeks into Hitoshi’s room. “He sleep.”
The boys walk up to the bed, standing on your side. Kokoro shakes your arm. “L/n!”
You wake up, squinting at them. “What's happening? Oh God!” you pull the cover over your chest up to your neck. “Boys what’re you doing in here?”
“What’s happening?” Hitoshi grumbles, his deep morning voice reverberating through your spine. “Babe, go back to sleep.”
“Nico and Koko are here.”
“Okay?”
“Hitoshi, we’re not wearing clothes…”
“Oh shit!”
“Daddy! Time to wakey up,” Kokoro giggles.
“Go, um, go feed the kitties with Nico, buddy.”
“Okie! We feeds the kitties! Coco sleepy tho so she maybe no eat.”
“Kitties!” Nico cheers. “Les go!”
You watch the two toddlers leave and immediately hide your face with the orthopaedic pillow.
“Babe?”
“I’m so embarrassed! What if he saw my boobs? Poor baby might be scarred for life.”
He gently takes the pillow away and kisses your nose. “I don’t think he’ll be scarred.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Koko’s a brave kid, he’ll be fine. C’mon, let’s get dressed and feed those nosy rascals.”
You snicker softly and grin when Hitoshi kisses your nose again. “Okay let’s go.”
You brush your teeth then dress in a pair of gym shorts and one of Hitoshi’s old shirts before going downstairs and starting on pancakes for the boys.
“Hi Ahtie!” Nico giggles as he comes up behind you. You pat his head. Koko stands next to you. “Me too, peez.”
You giggle and pat his head like you did to Nico.
“Yay!”
You smile at the two and watch the two scamper off to watch some cartoons while you cook
Onyx hops on the counter to ‘supervise’ your pancake mixing. ‘mrow’
“Good morning Onyx. Would you like to taste it?” you dip your finger in the mix and hold it up to his nose.
Onyx gets a little too close and ends up getting some stuck to his nose. He licks it off before cleaning your finger. ‘Mrow.’
“Onyx approved I see.” You laugh at the tickly feeling of his rough tongue but the other cats now think you have food and start crowding your legs and meow loudly.
“Uh oh. Hi Hana, Coco,” you chuckle nervously.
‘Mrow’
‘Prbbt’
“I’ll give you two a treat in a minute. Lemme finish cooking and I’ll give you treats.”
‘Mrow!’
“Don’t rush me Hana.”
Onyx leans over and rubs his face on your hand before hopping onto the other side of the stove.
Hitoshi walks into the kitchen and stops in the doorway when he sees you cooking with the cats surrounding you. He smiles fondly before hearing the ‘complaints’ from Coco who saunters up to him.
“Good morning, spoiled princess.”
‘Mroooow.’
“You ate already. Why’re you yelling at me? Is it because the pretty lady over there won’t feed you?”
‘Meow.’
Kokoro runs up to him. “Daddy, come watch teevee!”
“I have to get breakfast ready, buddy.”
“It’s fine, I’ve got it. Go watch T.V with Koko,” you reassure.
Hitoshi lets the toddler drag him to the couch with Nico.
“Daddy, look Nico hat.” Koko points at the bonnet. “Is cool.”
“Is for my hair,” Nico says matter-of-factly as kids do.
“Why?”
“My mommy said because our hair special. My sissy have one too.”
“Woah! Daddy, can I has?”
“Mmm, I don’t think so buddy,” Hitosh chuckles.
You finish the pancakes and eggs up, serving them on the dining table. The door buzzer goes off just as you’re helping Nico into the chair.
“Who could that be?” Hitoshi mutters and goes to the door, peeking through the keyhole. He opens it to reveal a tall man with slick back black hair and big black big eyes. “Shinsou Hitoshi aka Pro Hero MindJack?”
“Uh, yeah?”
The man hands him a manilla envelope. “On behalf of my client Nezami Akibimi, you’ve been served.”
Cutting the engine, Hitoshi takes his keys from the ignition as he parks outside the cafe. Stepping inside, he greeted the cats with a smile before going to the register.
“Welcome to the Paw-fee House,” a voice says from behind the counter.
“Hey, Y/n, I’ll—you’re not Y/n….” Hitoshi trails off, looking at the wide-eyed green-haired woman.
“Oh, yeah, she’s not working this week. I can still take your order if you’d like?”
“Oh, um, okay.”
Hearing your doorbell ring, you sighed to yourself, putting your phone down on the couch. “Who the hell is at my door? I can’t go to work and I don’t have that many friends, so that rules out anyone I know….” you grumble. Walking down the stairs, you roll your eyes as the doorbell rings again. “Alright, alright I’m coming, yeesh!”
Once you opened the door, your heart dropped when you saw a familiar pair of golden and slightly crazed eyes staring back at you.
“Y/n! Bestieeee! It’s been so long since we hung out!”
Staring at the dual bunned girl, you look between her jacket and her wide smile, anxiety starting to course through your veins.
Toga stared at you with a wide smile before noticing the dread in your eyes. Looking down at your jacket, she realizes the source of your fear. “Oh relax! I’m not here on business, I’m here for fun!” she grins. “I’m not gonna do anything beside hang out with the best barista I know! Also, since you can’t do anything, why not have a little girl time?”
Looking at Toga, you mind raced as you realized there weren’t that many other options. “Fine…” you mumble. “Come in.”
Toga, hoists the duffel bag over her shoulder with a sharp toothed smile and walks into your apartment. Taking her shoes off at the cubicle, she follows you up the stairs. Once she makes it to your couch she sits on the cushion and starts taking things out of it. “Sit. We have so much to talk about.”
“How about you just do what you came to do…”
Stretching out on the couch, you pause the Netflix show with your dried left hand as Toga adds a clear coat to your right hand. While scrolling through the menu, your phone goes off.
Turning her head at the high pitched mewl that came from your phone, she reads the screen. “Ooh, what’s this?! Who’s Lavender Coffee Addict?” she teases.
Glaring at Toga, you grab your phone, moving it closer to you. “You don’t see me looking throught your business! Stay outta mine!”
Toga pouts before gasping at the way you reacted. “Wait a minute…is he you’re boyfriend?!”
Staying quiet, you look away from her as she continues trying to pry at you.
“Oh cmon! If he’s your boyfriend I won’t tell shiggy! I’m not here on business, remember?” Toga whines giving you puppy dog eyes. “I promise!”
Groaning, you turn to her, “Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. It’s creeping me out! He’s not my boyfriend, but he’s starting to grow on me…” you sigh, mumbling the last part.
Toga gasps before squealing. “Bestie’s got a crush!”
“No I don’t! It’s not like that!”
“Yes it is like that! Tell me more!”
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone wary of your new nails, and took a couple pictures of them.
After about thirty minutes of Toga bothering you about Hitoshi, you roll your eyes and start making snacks for you and her. As the sun started setting Toga leaned into your lap and looked up at you with a grin.
“Why are you looking at me like that ?” you ask, confusedly looking at the blonde.
“Sleep over?” Toga offers.
“No.”
“Why?”
“One, you’re chaotic as hell. And two, you didn’t bring clothes.”
“Pleeeease? I could borrow some of your clothes.”
You roll your eyes and shake your head. “No, Toga,” you snicker.
“Fine! But I expect you to be up nice and early in the morning missy! This convo about your little biker boo isn’t over!” Toga announces as she packs her stuff. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After Toga left, you sighed to yourself and finally got around to texting Hitoshi back.
Purr Like An Engine pt.7
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»Summary: Bikers weren’t necessarily a problem in your city, but to you, they were like the bubonic plague. After running into one of them, you had to ask yourself, are bikers really that much of a nuisance?
