just a little brain dump so i don't get dumb at writing :P
pairings: katsuki b. x reader
cw / notes : none! reader's gender not specified!
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Growing up, it was easy for Katsuki to feel proud of himself to make people scared of him. He took pride in possessing his strong quirk, and his laugh would explode the same as his palms for every time he saw Izuku’s tears. Praised from a young age, he’s always thought nothing was wrong with that. Power always conquered everything, and he was one of those who possessed it.
And although he grew out of that, sometimes feeling stronger than everyone else still fed his ego well. He’d still smirk every time he watches the news again, the blurry video of him blasting off a villain’s face once again viral through the mouths of teenagers. He’d still laugh loud at every intern that groaned and huff at his heavy lifting training.
His eyes met your head of hair one day at a coffee shop. Sweat, dust, and grime sticking to his suit with a scowl on his face. His nose felt dry from all the crumbs of sanded roads he’s inhaled.
Here we go again. He thought. Another day at a coffee shop just trying to get some coarse bitterness on his tongue, to will himself to the ground after a tiring day of patrol, and he’s probably facing a nervous cashier. Sometimes they were ‘a huge fan, Mister Dynamight!’ Gushing and swooning at his simple request of latte, or they just looked like they were on the trial of their case, hands sweating and all.
Katsuki let out a sigh as the line finally shortened to his turn to order. Lowering his collar, he cleared his throat with a roll of his eyes.
“Welcome in, what can I get you today?” Your voice chirped happily. Not a single ‘um’ or a nervous laugh. Just that. A greeting.
He smiles—just barely—before responding. “Just a latte,” then he hummed as he pondered over the menu, nailed up by the ceiling with dozens of drinks and snacks written upon it. “...And maybe a bacon n’ egg sandwich.” His hands already patting down his pockets for his wallet.
“Would you like the iced one, sir?” You said, eyes flickering between your fingers beeping the tablet and his looming figure. “Doesn’t cost that much more,” you coaxed cheekily.
An amused scoff was his answer. “Fine,” he muttered, fingers flipping through the yens wedged inside his wallet.
Way to start your first impression.
He still recalls those days. Days when he’d purposely stop by the coffee shop after he figured out your shifts, when he started to wear that one perfume he usually only sprays on for important meetings, or those days he became a nervous wreck again after he’d forgotten all about romance.
Now you lay by his side, tucked away safely beneath his arm while you mumble softly about furniture you found at a website today and how they were ‘sooo cute!’ — Not that he was paying much attention, his eyes were too busy eyeing that ring that sat so pretty on your finger, glinting faint light every time your hand moved even the slightest.
“Katsuki, you’re not listening.” Your voice giggled to his ear, gentle fingers pinching his cheek just enough to earn a heatless huff from him.
“Am too,” He gruffed out, clearing his throat while he looked away, willing the creeping peachy tint to go down from his face. His hand slowly pulled you closer again, landing his head on your shoulder. “I don’t like that couch.” Katsuki puffed, another arm snaking to your waist.
“Whaatt? C’moon, it’s cute!” You argued with a whine, tilting your phone for him to look at the bright orange cushions better. “It’s so you too,”
His mouth perked up to a disapproving scoff. “No, s’ too big for our house.”
You sighed in reluctance, scrolling again before you felt his fingers gently envelop your ring finger, toying with the ring that hugged it snugly.
A beat of silence followed, his breath quietly fanning by the side of your face, before he quietly quipped.
cw / notes : inspired by this very cute post by @runaarinn !
Shoto is definitely one of those people who only reposts stuff on his instagram. It’s never his own posts, he’s just… reposting. And he doesn’t have a second account. He just has one singular account that follows your first and second account…so people just found out about the two of you because he reposted something that you’ve posted in your second account.
Posted you for your birthday once and doesn’t really do much after that..
I honestly think he does take pictures of you, cherishes them deeply and smiles at them at night before he sleeps, just never posts them, yk? He just send them to you saying things like
You look very radiant here.
You should post this.
This is stereotypical… I know… sighhhh but Denki posts you or pictures of you both with those memes that make kissy faces. He picks the BEST songs to go with them as well. And I’m not saying some like… brain rot songs naaw, I’m talking about Mac DeMarco typa thangs, ooooo I imagine him posting a picture he took of you on his digital camera to ‘the world is ugly’ by MCR
He’s unsurprisingly good at making instagram stories by the way!!!!! I stand by this!!! He’d make collages of your recent date with like cute little emojis (liiikkee uhhh imagine the pinching emoji on your cheek kinda thing)
Definitely has a highlight dedicated to you titled ‘<3’
Katsuki is almost like Shoto. But he does take blurry pictures of your hands holding or something (because he doesn’t wanna get caught taking a picture by you). Oh and maybe candid pictures of you eating. The times he does post you looking at the camera was because you asked him to take a picture of you posing with something, and decided the pictures were indeed worth posting.
OH he definitely has like two posts on his page, one just a random blurry picture of his gauntlets, one being you on your birthday.
happy birthday :)
was definitely the caption.
Hanta is pretty active on social media, and posts a lot. Has highlights for each and every topic of his life like “school! – friends :] – foodz” you get what I mean.
It’s pretty cute to think that before you two were dating he’d put you in the ‘friends :]’ highlight, then a new highlight popped up one day titled ‘amor’ and was filled with all the pictures he took of you. (definitely have posted you lots of times in his private-private account before that though)
Posts silly pictures of the two of you—cheeks squished together, tiktok trends he saved in his playlists, or even just videos of you laughing at him put on with a really cute marias or maybe kali uchis song.
Also unrelated—but he does the hugging tshirt trend with you if you know what I mean.
Knowing Eijiro, I think he’s one of those boys who also likes to update his progress in the gym. With that being said, he’d ask you to take videos of him and would let that raw unedited video be posted with your giggles and laughs behind the camera while he posed for it and uuughh he’s so cheesy. He’d caption it something like;
biggest motivator btw
lifting my weights to this melody <3
ALSO he probably kinda sucks at picking the fonts in instagram and sometimes posts you with the comic sans font...
cw / notes : fluff, honestly it's not rlly a SMAU but....... ANYWAYS i really enjoyed writing this eeehehehehehehe
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“There is no way. I’m not believin’ it.”
Hanta’s voice scoffed by the table, chewing his rice and chicken eggroll while he waved his hand to the air in disbelief. “You’re just naming names right now, Den.”
The said blond pressed his lips together in an unamused pout, he huffed at the taller one’s comment. “No m’ not, maybe you’re just sad my standard’s sooo higher up than yours.” He stuck out his tongue.
That was met with laughter from Mina, choking on her faint orange colored yoghurt.
“Clocked!” She barked out, shoving Hanta’s shoulder rather harshly.
Hanta rolled his eyes with a grin, shoving Mina’s shoulder back with not much less of a force, his other hand busy cutting up his katsu strips that he always saved until the last bite.
Eventually, Kyoka rolled back to the table after throwing away her trash, staring confused at the sudden loudness from the group. Not that it was new—no, never new. But it was always about something whenever the group got that loud that she could hear it from across the cafeteria. Her smile twitched amused, “What’s all this about?” She chuckled, slipping back into the seat.
“Den just told us who he was posting those instagram notes about,” Eijiro piped up, pointing his chopsticks at the grinning boy.
“See if Kyo believes it, I bet a hundred thousand yen she wouldn’t!!” Hanta whined with a shout, standing up in his seat as he pointed accusingly at Denki.
Katsuki sighed with a reluctant grin, his eyes fixed on his food while he shoved a spoonful of rice into his mouth. It had been almost two months. Two months since Denki started posting ridiculous stuff in his instagram notes, his second account’s stories sometimes filled with little glimpses of what he had bought. But they never seemed to be about himself. Not at the least.
kachowwerz : stop being so cute ahahaa (im gonna die)
kachowwerz : how to gain rizz no glue no borax pls
So of course it piqued the interest of the group. Hanta and Eijiro had repeatedly asked him about it, slinging their arms over his shoulder while they wiggle their eyebrows, naming the girls he’d shot his shots at before, yet to no avail, all the names were given a loud incorrect buzzer by Denki.
Until today.
Intrigued, Kyoka leaned back, “Alright, shoot,” she smiled, folding her arms across her chest.
Denki cornered his lips to hold back his smile. He leaned over, beckoning Kyoka to come closer to him so he wouldn’t have to shout through the cafeteria’s hustling and bustling.
“It’s…”
RIIINGG!
“Woo! Would you look at that!” Denki cheered, standing back up with a grin too wide to not be called pride. “Gotta go back to class!” His hands shoved into his pockets as he whistled innocently, walking away from the group with jolly steps.
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Your steps rushed—echoing through the halls with all the students’ steps as you clutched your box tools in your already red hands. Present Mic’s assignment is due for the next class, and you had only finished printing the contents this morning. Despite rushing your lunch, you still ran out of time to put together your pictures and printed texts onto the bright blue infraboard you’ve been carrying since morning. With a huff, you adjusted the grip by your box.
“Oh—hey l/n–!” A streak of blonde passed by your eyes.
You paused your steps, reeling your legs back upon the greeting, only to be met by Denki—smiling a little too tightly, waving his hand again when you met his eyes.
“Hi Kami,” You slipped a small smile, “I gotta go, b-bye bye! Sorry, I’m late!”
Denki’s voice was heard behind you, shouting out a happy “O-..Okay!”
His teeth met lower lip quickly, brows stitching together to a disappointed frown as he let his waving hand drop with a slap! to his thigh with a sigh.
“Okay? O-kay??” Denki muttered to himself, turning on his heel to head to his own class. “Idiot.”
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So…
Maybe cramming a week worth of an english book review and presentation project into one night wasn’t a good idea after all. Had you thought of that sooner, maybe Present Mic wouldn’t have to pull you aside after class to give you a guilty smile and tell you that your project will have to be redone seeing how messily it was put together.
Now, your project is laid before you—again. Your already annotated copy of ‘Fahrenheit 451’ flipped open to the page you weren’t finished writing about, your half-assed writing smudged in between the lines of the pages. Crinkly circles of water scattered around the table’s surface and the book’s pages, some even on your own hands.
You bit your lip hard, frustrated that you could have done better. You like english. You love how Mic teaches it. But the projects were just laying on top of each other this week, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask your friends for help because they were also busy, if not busier—at least that’s what you think.
A sniffle, your hand dug its palm into your tear-welled eyes.
Blur—your eyes wouldn’t focus, but you huffed, wiping your blazer’s sleeve to clear your eyes again as you continued writing, switching your head between the paper before you and your laptop.
Looking up, you sucked in another sob—not tuning your ear to the shuffling outside your already-empty class. When you blinked back down, shadow loomed over you, the familiar jabs of messy hair shooting out by his head.
“Kami..?” You sniffled, looking up from your lap.
He stared at you with a frown, mouth opening and closing to say something, then he settled his bag onto the seat next to you. “Hey, hey,” his voice murmured, scurrying his stance closer to where you sat, he pulled a chair, placing it next to you.
“W-what’s wrong–? Why–..”
Denki’s eyes darted around your table, cut out papers scattered around the floor around it, a glue stick still popped open, your fingers having small residues of it, then, he saw the book, recognizing the dialogue in the page.
“English..?” He grinned gently, nodding his head to your mess.
You gave him a nod. Pressing your hand to wipe your tears again while you fidget with your already loose tie. “...Mic said my presentation today was bad,” you muttered, eyes stinging again as you said the words.
“So I need to redo it.”
He cornered his lip, glancing over to your writings before settling his eyes back to your face.
“I uh..”
“I picked the same book, y’know?” Denki nudged, reaching to his backpack to rustle through it, fishing out a crumpled copy of the exact same book. The same ‘Farenheit 451’ , crooked and folded at the corners from his rash handling of his bag. He held it up like a champ.
“I coouuld… help you out?” He smiled, leaning lower to meet your gaze that’s stubbornly fixed on your fidgeting hands.
Your hand wiped the bottom of your nose, eyes finally brave enough to look at his too.
“You’d do that..?” Said you, coming out more as a whimper.
“‘Course I would.” He answered, more like a shrug. “I’m pretty sure you did better though,” Denki’s lighthearted voice arose again, placing the book on his lap.
“But it’s late,” You argued weakly, looking up at him through your watery lashes. “Don’t you usually play with your friends at this time..?”
The boy shrugged, “Eh, there’s tomorrow for that.”
“‘Sides, you’re my friend too, l/n.”
That bloomed a smile on your face, fishing out a sobful laugh from your lips as you finally looked at him fully. Dishevelled and all. “Thanks, Kami.”
He looked at you for a moment, heart thrumming and his adam’s apple bobbing every now and then from his nervousness, his smile slightly sheepish in hopes you don’t notice all that. “C’mon, we’re gettin’ this done—t’day!”
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The two of you stretched your arms up as the clock strikes a loud pang of 6:45 P.M.
Denki groaned loudly with his tied back hair, immediately snatching off his red headband as he flopped down to the floor.
“Finally!” He cheered, lifting his fists up into the air with a whoop.
You chuckled—loosely now, while your hands collected the paper cuts scattered throughout the floor around you, rubbing your fingers together every now and then, trying to be rid of the glue.
“Thank you, Kami,” You mumbled, looking at his flopped form. “You didn’t have to.”
“No yeah, it’s fine,” He waved his hand off, a smile evident in his lazing voice. “I wanted to anyway.”
“Aannd!” Sitting up, Denki lifted his finger to the air. “I bet your class would be stoked to see this—this masterpiece,” He grinned, making a grand gesture to the board that laid before you, already decorated with writings and hand-drawn bits and pieces.
“This gets a hundred, at least.” Denki’s brows furrowed in determination, “If not two hundred.”
A small bashful chuckle was your response, biting back your smile as you continued to flicker your gaze from collecting the trash to his proudly smiling face. “Thanks, Kami,”
“...Again,” you added. “Thanks again.”
“Oh come aawwnn,” He drawled, whining his tone slightly. “I think we’re past last name basis, l/n.”
Silence fell between you two. One where you stared at him, lips parted slightly. Not because you hated the idea of calling his first name. You were just.. not used to being welcomed into that space. The formality of calling everyone—even your classmates—by their last name just stuck to you. Even after six months being a second year.
“Wait–sorry– I didn’t mean it like that! Swear! I just–!” Denki scrambled to his feet, waving his hands to your face as he rambled about how he didn’t mean to push you too far he was just—
“It’s fine, ...Denki,”
“...Oh-!” He breathed, a singular laugh escaping his lips. “Right. Right. Yeah.”
You let your chuckle out again, seeing his rigid shoulders and stiff legs as he turned around and hit his chest. “Denki, help me tidy up, please?”
Denki turned around fast. A tight smile gracing his lips that reached way above his eyes. Holding up his thumbs, his voice cracked. “Yeah! Yeah–! I’ll.. I’ll do that.” He wiped his hands to his pants, bending to his knees again as he began collecting the papers sticking to the floor and to his shirt.
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Fumbling your board on the right hand, his own backpack slung over his left shoulder, the two of you walked with loud rustlings. You carried your bags on one shoulder, both your hands busy carrying a box filled with scissors, glue sticks and whatnot. Every step echoed to the quiet halls of UA, accompanying your slightly ragged breaths.
The cold air swept through your face the moment you both stepped out of the building’s walls, crickets singing loud into your ears as you stepped through the pavements toward the dorms.
“C-Cold?” Denki cracked out, clearing his throat almost immediately.
“No, no,” You shook your head with a smile, “M’ fine.”
He nodded fervently, smiling to you while the two of you walked.
Shoulders brushing every now and then—breaths just a little bit too loud in your own ears, kinda walk. Silent, yes. Loud with your heart thumping against your chest while you watch the way your shoes fling up your shoelaces every step you make.
“Why’d you uh–.. why’d you pick that book?” He started, coughing up again to look away.
“Oh, well.. I kinda just–.. saw the movie first before I knew there was a book.” You admitted sheepishly, sighing out a laugh with a shrug.
“There’s a movie?!” Denki’s laugh broke out.
“Yes! Michael B. Jordan was in it!”
“Oh my God, I love that guy!” He shouted, grinning ear to ear as he cleared his hair from his face.
You giggled, hugging your box closer to your chest as the two of you died down your laughters, closing into the dorm buildings.
“I have to watch it sometimes.” He noted, nudging you gently by the elbow.
A nod was your response, smiling at his enthusiasm as you adjusted your grip. “Yeah, let’s watch it together then,”
Pausing your steps in front of your building, you turned to face him, face stretched to a smile that you couldn’t keep back in your own chest. “This is my stop,” You shrugged your shoulder to the building behind you, the faint sounds of conversations heard from inside.
“Oh! Yeah, yeah,” Denki’s hands scrambled, “Here,” carefully, he gave the infraboard to your side, eyes not daring to look up from the ground to meet even your neck. He backed away, wiping his hands to his pants again with a grin, and you couldn’t stop your chuckle.
“Thanks again, Denki.” Your voice came out a breath, picking up your board with your fingers.
“Mhm, no worries, y/n.” His mouth stammered at your name.
Turning around, you climbed the steps to the doors, pushing it open before peeking your head to him again.
“Bye,”
Denki’s hand waved almost immediately, laughing at your smile. “Bye, y/n.”
“G-good–.. goodnight!” He stammered out, answered with your giggle and a wave of your own hand. “Goodnight, Den.”
beyond the walls of the kingdom, enemies lurked in the dark. hunters, assasins, faes. and it was katsuki's duty to protect the kingdom.
protect the kingdom. not the enemy.
pairings: knight!katsuki b. x fae!reader
cw / notes : fem!reader, possible cursing, possible ooc.
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Way beyond hills and mountains, a kingdom stood. Busy and bustling, lively with all chatters that sang along with the birds. Children running around with cheers in their voices, shouts of haggling prices along the markets, and even carriages galloping about the streets.
All amongst that, melodies of swords clanging to each other, Katsuki stood by a wooden dummy, his brows collecting sweat as he grunted with every swing of his sword.
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Run.
Run.
Run!!
Legs, don’t fail me now.
Your breaths caught by your throat. The wound in your stomach screamed for you to stop but you can’t. You mustn’t, not when a hunter is still by your tail, relentless. Branches crushed beneath your feet, prickling your step as you ran and ran. They’re still there. You can still smell the smoke from their cigarettes, the metal embellishments from their shoes clinking behind you, running. Faster, faster!
Cheeks wet and sticky from your tears, your throat felt slimy from keeping all your sobs quiet. Every step seemed to only make your injury feel worse and worse. Gods, hear me now…
“C’mon, pretty fae!!” They guffawed, their voices seemed a bit further. “Those wings of yours can be a real fortune to us!”
Another step, another one, you must keep up. Or else they will.
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Katsuki had a soft grumble on his face, the chatters of his fellow knights echoing behind him, blending into the forest’s hum of leaves. He huffed.
This is a waste of my time. He thought.
What good was hunting down illegal poachers in broad daylight anyway? Those poachers probably had memorized the knights’ schedules of patrolling in the woods. He’ll find nothing, nothing at all except for critters and—
Crack!
He paused. Crimson eyes narrowing in suspicion, then he shrugged.
A mouse, perhaps.
The blonde knight’s armor rang softly as he walked again, his hand now perched lazily on the hilt of his sword as he glanced from side to side, scanning the forest.
But now his breath echoed. With every breath he took, the forest seemed to say the same. The chatters of his lads now had died behind him, leaving only him and the fallen leaves on the forest floors. Katsuki paused once more, his scowl stood strong on his face, brows stitched together as his eyes darted to the left and to the right.
Again. His breath echoed again.
No.
Someone—or something—is here, too.
Then his eyes snapped awake. Just now he realized; the branches are torn, leaves dragged to one direction, maroon blood drops scattered all over the trees, dragged there, or even a small splatter.
He slowed his breaths. Quieter.
Then he heard it. Your breaths.
Quick, panicked, pained.
Small whimpers of pain registered in his ears as he slowly walked closer, his hand gripping his sword tight.
With a swift motion, Katsuki’s legs stepped to the wounded creature’s side, his sword pulled up slightly as he eyed the figure that lay now on the ground.
Slowly, his face twisted to disgust. Almost as if reluctant, he spat. “Fae.”
The one beneath his chin now panted helplessly. Your arm stretched out to him, silently begging him to spare your life, with eyes wide in terror, while your other hand clutched your wound, your dried blood trickling down your trembling fingers.
“P-please, human, I—”
“Silence.” He spat, a hum of a sword slashed through the air as he pointed its eye to your chin. “Wicked creature.”
Your breath hitched, the faint buzz of headache already gnawing by the back of your head as you swallowed your spit. “I..I mean no harm…spare me, I beg of you,” you croaked, albeit barely.
“Nonsense.” Said Katsuki, scoffing with a bitter smirk on his face. “Your kind brings nothing but trouble.”
With a small sigh, you frowned at him, dropping your outstretched arm to your side as you shuffled yourself close to the tree, letting your back lean against it. Your breaths stayed heavy, and it continued to be heavier. Perhaps it’s from the running.
Or maybe you were dying.
The arrow stayed persistent there, lunged into your stomach and every little movement seemed to make the blade of its head slit deeper into your body. Your stomach feels hot from the blood rushing out, and your eyes are seeing twins of the human before you.
So you drifted your gaze away from his piercing eyes. Letting the sun gently caress your skin as you looked at the rays of warmth that fell between the leaves.
“If that…”
“If that is what you believe,” Your voice came thin, cracked. “Then please…make it quick.”
But he faltered.
Of course Katsuki had nothing but hatred for enemies of the kingdom. After eight years of trudging through the muddy floors of the knights’ barracks, his brain had memorized that awful song those knights always sing, his blood had echoed the slogan of the kingdom knights. All his life was taught to protect and to act fast,
to never show mercy to the enemies.
But most of all, Katsuki was never told to murder carelessly.
A voice in his heart told him to just kill you. Slash your neck and it’ll be the right thing. He’s a knight. He’d be praised for successfully killing a fae.
Yet he didn’t. His sword stayed still, perched by the end of your chin.
Screw this. He thought.
So he lowered his sword, the metal sang as he sheathed it back. Katsuki grunted as he looked away with shame in his eyes.
“You’re hurt.” He muttered, and you nodded.
“Yes. Yes I am,”
His eyes met your figure again.
“Are you…able to stand, or walk?”
You shook your head slowly, stopping as your vision blurred again. “No,” your voice said quietly. “My head… it spins when I try to,”
He huffed softly, then a groan escaped his lips as if he was asked to clean the horse stables.
“To hell with this..” Hissed Katsuki with a scowl.
His hand slowly slid under your knee, the other gently braced your back as he slowly rose to his feet, eyeing you down with those angry eyes.
“The watchtower is not a far walk from here.” He grumbled to you, “I’ll tend to your wounds there. But you must stay quiet. Understood?”
You froze for a moment—you have been since the moment he braced you up into his arms. It’s hard to say, should you be thankful? Should you be scared? He’s a human after all, must you trust him this easily?
So you stared at him for a moment as he spoke, eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.
But then a small flash of sympathy and… something else passed by his eyes. And at that you smiled.
“Thank you, human.” Your smile bloomed, though it quivers.
“Just don’t make too much noise.” Katsuki’s steps slowly bounced you by his arms, “And it’s Katsuki. Not—human.”
The watchtower wasn’t far from the town—though still inside of the woods. It stood tall from the trees, with vines trying to catch up to it, reaching for the roof. The stone walls had grown green, some walls had holes to peek through. Katsuki placed you gently on the top floor, with fabrics lazily dropped to the floor for you to rest on.
Water softly dripped from the roof, spider webs lined the wooden frames, dust gathering by it.
“You’ll be safe here,” He said, hands already gripping a cloth tight to rip it. “As long as you don’t make a sound. Understand?” The cloth cried out as he tore it, carefully pressing it onto your wound. It earned a small whimper from you while you nodded.
“Forgive me,” He whispered, wrapping the cloth around your wound to tie it tight.
He looked at it for a moment before lifting his gaze back to your face, “If— and only if anyone does come here,” Katsuki raised his finger. “You scream. Loud as you can, make it sound like a witch… or something.”
Your lips curled to a small chuckle, half-lidded eyes searching for light to see his figure. “A witch?”
“Yes.” He deadpanned. “..And don’t go singin’ songs or—whatever you things do.”
“What if… I need to search for food?” You tilted your head, “I’ll need to go out, no?”
The knight’s lips stayed pursed as he furrowed his brows deeper. “I’ll bring you it.”
A small giggle was what you replied with before you slipped a small “Alright.”
With a small huff, he stood up. His armor clinked softly as he walked to the stairs once more, before he turned around. “And don’t complain.” He added before vanishing down the stairs, leaving the watchtower’s empty space to stretch wide with quietness.
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This is strange. Unlikely. He’s not usually this way.
Eijiro had seen it. The way his fellow knight had been looking into the shadows before he slipped a bread into his small satchel, how he’d slip out of the barracks in the dark of night, when he was always the one who insisted a strict schedule was important.
At first, Eijiro had only guessed the blonde had finally found a woman who would tolerate all his scowls.
But no.
Who—in their right mind—would go into the woods with the night not seeping any light but the moon’s? The villagers had always feared the woods, children taught to never go there once the sun had bid its goodbye.
And now—Katsuki.
A knight known for his sharp movements and eyes that darted faster than a train, is suddenly going there, at night? Alone?
“Something’s not addin’ up.” Eijiro muttered as he munched on his bread, his head fixed on the scowl-faced knight.
“The rations always get smaller when ya slack off, Eij.” Denki snickered, nudging Hanta for approval, earning a small chuckle from the ravenette. The redhead clicked his tongue, “It ain’t that.” He hissed in annoyance, turning his head to face the two in front of him. “Katsuki— he ain’t actin’ right.”
Denki waved his spoon to the air, drawing out his noise. “Man’s probably found himself a woman, Eij.” The knight smiled happily, gesturing to Katsuki. “Ah, young love..” He hummed, leaning himself to Hanta’s shoulder dramatically before he got pushed off with a mock whine from the taller one.
“Den’s right, Red. He’s a fine one after all,” Hanta shrugged, sipping his last spoonful of soup, stuffing the bread into his mouth along with it. “Women had lined up for him even since we were still squires.” He added.
That’s not it. Eijiro thought.
No, Katsuki’s all but silent about his love. He is all but suspicious. He’d seen him smitten. And this—this isn’t it.
Deciding it wasn’t something to drop, Eijiro now found himself cloaked, hiding by the kitchen wall as Katsuki seemed to slip something into his satchel—again. He slipped an apple inside, a bread, a single slice of pie, and even a small block of cheese he said he hated. With slow steps, Katsuki made his way out the barracks, clutching his satchel close to his hip while he made his way to the woods.
Eijiro wasn’t proud of himself, no. But he just had to know.
What if his best mate was being used? What if he was in trouble?
So he followed him out, his steps—he memorized it, at every five steps, Katsuki’s figure paused his steps, watching his back to see if anyone followed him, and Eijiro slipped past into the shadows quickly to escape his gaze.
A trail had even formed in the grass from Katsuki’s consistent steps and visits. He’d been taking the same route—over and over again.
Eijiro waited until Katsuki seemed to enter something before he followed him further into the woods.
That’s when he saw it.
The watchtower. Tall, looming way beyond him, vines as if swinging their hands, telling him to go back. And Eijiro had to gulp back his frown, forcing himself to calm down. The watchtower children had cried back to their parents, saying they saw ghosts inside, the watchtower that’s been abandoned for years, now had a faint hue of candlelight by its window from Katsuki’s lantern.
Thank the gods Katsuki’s hand didn’t pull the door far enough to close. Eijiro easily slipped inside, the leather bottoms of his shoes softly padded up the stairs, and his ears picked up small giggles of a woman, followed by Katsuki’s gentle—gentle voice replying something.
“Katsuki, you’ve brought too much.” You chided with a small chuckle, your finger carefully tore the bread apart. “Your friends might think you’ve grown greedy.”
Katsuki dismissed your statement with a scoff, “No, they do not know I come here.” He waved off.
As he peeked his head before the floor, Eijiro’s heart froze.
The faint glimmer of moonlight echoing from your wings, your ears reaching out further, your fanged smile.
A fae.
Katsuki Bakugou.
Had been keeping a fae.
Eijiro didn’t think. His sword slashed to your chin in the blink of an eye, even before Katsuki could hear his breath. “You traitor!!” He roared, his sword still on your neck as he looked Katsuki's way. “You—Unchivalrous bastard!!!”
“Eijiro put that down.” Katsuki commanded back, struggling to keep his voice leveled.
“No!!” Eijiro scowled. “How could you?! After—after what they did!!” His voice cracked with betrayal, an edge of disbelief lacing his face as he edged the sword closer to your neck, making your breath hitch.
You didn’t move. Couldn’t. His blade was still too close. But your eyes stayed wide, pleading at Katsuki to do something—anything.
“Eijiro she means no harm–”
“Bullshit! Katsuki you know better than this!!” He gritted his teeth, one arm stretched out to keep Katsuki away from him, the other still keeping the blade by your neck.
“Wake up, Katsuki!! These–... things are evil creatures!! Wicked!!—how are you—!”
“I found her helpless by the forest floor, Eijiro!! Dying!” Katsuki bit back, “I wasn’t leaving a life to die!”
The red one scoffed, barking a bitter laugh. “Well maybe you should have!!”
“Get away, this instant!!” Katsuki shouted, shoving Eijiro’s chest harshly to the side as he rushed to you. His scowl immediately softened to a small worried look as he lifted your chin, scanning your neck of any injuries. The hands that would tear a sword through a fae’s stomach—now gently brushed his thumb over a small graze on where the sword had laid before.
“Are you alright?” Gently, he asked, bringing your eyes to look at him once more. A faint nod was what you managed, your hands slowly gripped at his tunic. “Are you alright?” He repeated.
“Yes, Katsuki.” Your voice came out as a breath, nodding once more.
Eijiro’s lips quirked up in a scoff, his grin bitter with unacceptance. “You’ve been charmed. That’s what you are, Katsuki.” He mocked, swinging his sword as he pointed to the blonde. “Soft. Weak!” Spat Eijiro.
“I saw our own mentors killed by these things. Crops died because of em!” He continued, betrayal swam deep in his voice. “And now you choose to be protectin’ them?!”
Katsuki—once stayed silent, tending to you—slowly rose to his feet. His brows stitched together, his already sharp crimson eyes shot deeper.
“You think I didn’t see them kill my mentor, Red?” His voice was low, not with anger—some sort of threat lingered in his tone. “I’ve killed her kind. Burned their wings, some even I cut down to sell.” He pointed to your way, eyes still fixed to Eijiro while his steps slowly neared Eijiro’s form.
The sword kissed Katsuki’s chest, that was when he stopped. “I’m not bein’ weak, Red.”
“You weren’t there.”
“You weren’t there when I saw her bloodied up from being hunted down.”
His finger jabbed slowly to Eijiro’s chest. “You didn’t see her beg me to spare. Her. Life.”
Then he paused. A small breath.
“I’m a knight, Eijiro.” Katsuki pointed to himself, “A knight. Ya hear me? Not a killer.”
“When someone begs me to live, I’ll let them live.”
“Screw chivalry if all it means to it is to kill.” Turning his heel back to face you, Katsuki settled back to your side.
Slowly, Eijiro’s sword found its way back into its sheath. He scoffed. This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
…And yet he agrees.
“Fine.” Eijiro muttered reluctantly, “...Know that you are committing treason, Katsuki.” He threatened, earning a glare from the said knight.
“If being human is treason, so be it.” He said lowly, his hands busy wrapping a blanket over your shoulders, leaning to the side as he made sure not to damage your delicate wings. “Go then,”
“Go, if you wish to report.” Katsuki glanced at Eijiro, who still stood by the stairs, his hands still trembling upon the hilt of his sword.
With a small shuffle, Eijiro huffed as he turned away, descending down to the spiraling stairs.
Your eyes followed the redhead’s descending figure before it flicked back to Katsuki, whose face still scrunched into a scoff as he tore a cloth to change the one wrapping your stomach.
“He’ll report you, Katsuki.” You warned him quietly, watching as he gently wiped down the blood lingering by your skin. “You must go back,”
“No.” He denied, wrapping the cloth to your waist, “I don’t care. I’m not doin’ anything wrong.”
“Yes you are!” You stopped his hands, your palm gently tilting his face up. “Katsuki, I ask of you to be wiser here, I am an enemy of this kingdom.” You pleaded.
“Your oath—”
“I know my oath.” Katsuki tore his face away, continuing to tie the cloth tight to your healing wound. “My oath is to protect those who are weak.”
“Not to kill those that did not do wrong.”
A sigh flew past your lips in resignation, his hands finished his ministrations, wiping his hands to his pants as he sat back to take a look at you.
“...You should have just let me die that day,”
His eyes immediately found yours, sharp—angry.
“Quiet.” Katsuki growled. “Do not say things like that.”
You looked at him like a mother looking at her mud-covered child. So persistent, so driven. Not even for a reward, he did this just because.
“...I am not your friend, Katsuki.”
“S’not like I need any,” He bluntly said, standing up to his feet.
“Rest. I’ll be back with food tomorrow.” He mumbled quietly, as he started descending to the stairs with a small shuffle to his steps.
“Katsuki..?”
His steps paused, you earned a small grunt from him in response.
“Thank you,”
“...There’s nothing to thank for.”
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raaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhhh i hate the ending but oh well.........................
hiii junoooo my husbands wife!! (and mine) i’ve been thinking about hanta growing out a little mustache stubble moment and he’s sooo proud of it (bc ofc he would be) and reader kinda teasing him about it but secretly really like it. if you could do something with that it’d be amazing i know you can get me right ok love u bye
BLOOM YES YOU ARE A GENIUS this idea is #PEAK
it ain't much, but it's honest work.
there's always a first time for everything. for hanta, it was growing a stubble.
pairings : hanta s. x gn!reader
cw / notes : fluff! established relationship
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It’s been almost a week since Hanta started doing this… thing.
First thing in the morning, he’d kiss your cheeks hard. Then spends at least three extra minutes in the bathroom, before coming out all grinning and whistling that telenovela soundtrack he loves.
At first, you thought his mother probably sent him new clothes from his hometown. He always gets giddy for that, but nope, he hasn’t even worn anything new these past three days. Deciding to drop it, you settled it was probably him being happy from climbing the hero charts.
That is until you were talking to him one evening, and that was when you spotted it.
His hand—restless and looked like it wouldn’t stay still, always rubbing somewhere between his chin and under his nose.
Oooohhhh, so that’s why.
You snickered, the slight coarse textures of his stubble now obvious to your eyes. It wasn’t much, but hey, at least it was honest work.
“Whaatt?” He grinned, as if he didn’t notice the way your eyes were on his chin.
“Nothing,” You brushed it off, waving your hand with a grin you couldn’t hold back. “Continue, continue.”
He cornered his lips, narrowing his eyes with a skeptical gaze, before he continued. “Well, I was saying, my gear broke mid swing! Like—literally!” His hand found its way back to his jaw, rubbing it again as he chattered away.
You blinked, stifling back a smile every time he smiled a bit wider when he touched his slight stubble, like a boy beyond proud of his newly crafted toy robot.
With his third time of lifting his hand up from his lap to his jaw, your laughter barked out. He stared at you dumbfounded, “Whaaattt?” He whined, flopping his hands down to the couch. “You keep laughing at me!”
“You keep–” Giggling, you copied his motions. “Doing this! Every five seconds!”
“No I don’t!!” He argued, cheeks a faint tint of peach. “It’s not that often,”
“Yes you do,” You scoffed, chuckling at his weak protest. “You look like you have a secret evil plan.”
Hanta’s groan was muffled by a pillow, lifting up to his face as he sunk down the cushions. “So whaaat, I like it, okay?” He drawled, pulling down the pillow just enough for you to see his eyes only. “I’ve been trying to grow it, now it’s here, let me have my moment,”
You smiled, shuffling closer to his spot. Gently, you pried away the pillow, letting him show his reluctant pout to you. “I’m not teasing you because of it, silly.” Your hand found its way to his jaw, cradling his face to look at you properly. “I’m teasing you ‘cause you look like a kid who just got a piece of candy.”
“I like it, swear.” You murmured, brushing your thumb over his slight stubble, coarse and a tad bit sharp. “You look nice with it,”
He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before letting his smile bloom to a grin, popping back up onto the couch to sit up straight again.
“Okay, well as I was saying–”
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imagine him being SOOO brutal about it too like he'd kiss you HARD on purpose just cause you'd complain about it
in honor of summer, have a small snippet of what is supposed to be a full fic (if I have the time to finish it...)
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your parents are college friends that are now on different paths in life, but still connect with each other occasionally.
the two of you met once at a wedding the both of your families attended, and played together at the age of ten years old, but that was about all of it.
country boy!eijiro who was a nervous wreck when he heard you’ll be visiting here for the summer after ten long years of not seeing each other.
country boy!eijiro who was starstruck when he saw you from how much you’ve grown and bloomed so perfectly.
country boy!eijiro who shows you around the farm, fields, touring you around with that charming southern accent of his, and splashes your shirt with mud after you both had warmed up over talking about cows.
country boy!eijiro who, after around five days or so of you staying there, became your best friend again—always asking you to go with him to do manual work, taking care of cattles, and so on.
country boy!eijiro who found out what your favorite flowers are in the fields and made you a small flower crown.
country boy!eijiro who takes you stargazing every night, telling you legends his grandfather had told him about every single one.
country boy!eijiro who so casually tells you about a star that was shining bright, saying that it was meant to shine for fated lovers.
country boy!eijiro who instantly backtracked when you asked who it shone for, saying "maybe my ma and pa, I dunno."
country boy!eijiro who instantly regretted his words the moment you said you'll sleep early that night, leaving him alone at the fields.
country boy!eijiro who whispered his confession to you under that very star, two weeks before you were leaving back to the city, and promised that the star will always shine for you both.
"it always did. I was just too scared to admit it. m' sorry, sweets."
HII LOVE YOUR TAMAKI WORK SM ALSO I WAS WONDERING IF YOU CAN DO TAMAKI X PREGNANT READER LIKE CUTE LITTLE THINGS LIKE THE BABY KICKING AND TAMAKI JUST HELPING READER WHEN EVER SHE IS HUNGRY OR PAIN AND WHEN THEY FIRST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE BABY?? 💞💞
HELLO ANONN! first of all, thank you so muchh! I'm so glad you enjoy my work!! <33
thank you for this ADORABLLEE request! I had much fun writing this short one, I hope this satisfies you!
❀˖° — suneater's sunshine
pairings : tamaki amajiki x fem!reader
warnings : a bit suggestive at the start, but tis all!
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Tamaki had always been the pretty nervous one in your relationship. Hell, it was such a sight to see him all flustered on your first night after your wedding. He couldn’t stop apologizing and turning his head away, although his eyes did betray glances to you as you lay atop of him.
And now here you were, sitting on the toilet, your hand trembled slightly as you clasped the other over your mouth.
Two lines.
So plain to the sight, obvious, plain. You are expecting.
Your lips slipped out a single chuckle of disbelief, and your hand found its way to your stomach, as if saying your silent hello to the one growing inside of you.
The bathroom door burst open as you rushed out to Tamaki, who was busy fastening his cloak. He jolted upon your sudden loudness, “W-what’s wrong, angel?” He cautiously asked, walking over to you to study your expression that contrasted his concerned one. Your smile grew wider as you slowly lifted the small strip of pregnancy test to him, your finger pointing to the two lines displayed on it as you squealed. “I-I’m..” You giggled in giddiness, “Tama, I’m pregnant! I-I’m pregnant!!”
Tamaki’s hand felt stiff so suddenly, dropping his cloak to the floor as he rushed closer to you, his hand hovering over the test as his eyes flickered upon it, as if studying it, figuring out if it was real or not. “H-how…? What…?” His voice was small, disbelief and a hint of smile laced upon it. He scoffed a laugh, before looking at you, as his smile grew wide. Gently, he grabbed you by the waist, and you could definitely feel his hands slightly tremble as he did.
With a smile, he placed a small kiss on your forehead, “Thank you, angel.” He softly spoke.
His hand moved to your chin to tilt it up just slightly, enough for him to look into your eyes, smiling so lovesick-ly. Then he kissed you again, this time on your nose as he pressed his forehead on yours.
Ahem..!
He pulled back slowly, now grasping you by the shoulders as his eyes turned somewhat serious, although a hint of pleading was in it as well.
“This means… you should.. uh… stop drinking so much coffee, k-kay..?” Cracked and nervous was the voice that came out of him, and you could feel the slight tightening on his grasp.
You chuckled, nodding as you rolled your eyes. “Yeeess, Tama. I promise,”
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A few months had passed, and Tamaki couldn’t help but squeak softly in fuzziness for every time he saw you on the couch, all round and soft from the pregnancy, and as much he felt kind of guilty for it, he just couldn’t help but take a picture, and would even adore it for moments, smiling softly to himself. But as he heard the soft groan from you as you got up from the couch, he immediately rushed to your side, softly pushing you back down.
“Where are you going?” He asked, brows furrowing as a warning.
“The dishes–”
“I’ll do them, r-right now.” Were the words he would say before rushing to the chore. It happens all the time.
Whatever chore it was, he would say those exact words. Dishes? On it. Cooking dinner? Already did it. Hell, as much as hates it, he even took out the trash for you, forcing a strained smile as he walked out the door to convince you he was more than happy to help you around (which he was). Because if it meant you would rest and not buzz around the house, he’d do it.
At nights where your mood swings were the worst, he’d always be there, and maybe even cry along with you just because he was too sentimental seeing you cry. He’d be kneeled down in front of you, caressing your belly softly, kissing it while he hushed things to you like; “You’re so strong, stronger than me, angel.” or “Oh, y/n, you’re so beautiful, hm? So beautiful..”
I can't stress it enough that he's such a fuss before and after doctor appointments. The first time your baby kicked, he was whispering sweet things to your belly, saying how excited he is to meet the baby and how beautiful it must be, and- nudge!
“What– what was that!!” He cried out, pointing to your belly as he shot up from his kneel.
You simply chuckled, reaching to his hand to calm him down as you replied, “It’s just the baby kicking, Tama.”
“But– but–! It was so harsh! A-and…”
“I-I think we should go to the doctor, Y/n, I’m kind of worried…”
And he did end up taking you to the doctor after about ten minutes of back and forth of him begging you and you reassuring him it was normal that a baby kicks, and his replies were always; “I know it’s normal for babies to kick! B-but that one wasn’t!!” (his argument was that the baby had always been calm before this)
So after the doctor did say it was normal, then he’d calm down. Rubbing his hand over his chest like an old grandma. But after the doctor says that you might have to rest more seeing the baby’s growth, he immediately took that and ran with it. By ‘ran with it’ I mean he forbids you to even go shopping, and he ended up being the one doing all the grocery shopping. And if that wasn’t enough, the moment you two came back from the doctor that day, he called his agency to say that he had to take a break from his hero work.
His reasoning?
“M-my wife needs me,”
Goodness, he was acting like the pregnant one the whole time, and panicked the most at the smallest events. Don’t even get me started when you said you had cramps that time when you woke up in the morning. (He thought he had killed the baby accidentally by kicking it when he was sleeping)
y/n is a famous mangaka, known for her famous shonen series; "kohane strings", is back in business! after a while of hiatus, the manga is finally announcing a new chapter release. as if that wasn't enough for shoto's celebration, the mangaka is holding a meet and greet as well as book signing!
pairings : shoto t. x mangaka!reader
cw / notes : fem!reader, possible cursing, tomfoolery, possible ooc, timestamps are irrelevant, has a written part
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The hall hummed with excited chatters, all attention seemed to land upon the table set on the podium, huge posters of a manga title surrounding it. Looking around, it’s easy to find people in costumes of characters, some even posing with the other fans for pictures.
Shoto held his phone tight in his hand, his little aloof expression seemed to be broken by the chewing of his bottom lip. The raven haired boy next to him seemed to notice, letting out an amused chuckle.
“It’s fine, Sho. No need to get so nervous,” Hanta patted the two-tone’s back, letting his hand run on his tensed up shoulder.
He shook his head, “I’m not.” Shoto denied, though the way his finger seemed to rub his phone continuously betrayed him. “Just… excited,” he convinced himself, his eyes meeting Hanta’s grinning gaze.
5th of June, 13:30 PM. Today was the day Shoto finally got to meet the author of the manga he had been gushing (silently) about for months. The second he laid his eyes upon the cover at a bookstore, his brows furrowed. It was artistic, to summarize it. Vibrant colors and funny looking proportions, the title plastered on it with big, loud letters; “Kohane’s Strings”. Before he knew it, fifteen minutes he stood there, his eyes wide with his brows furrowed in anticipation as he flipped through every page, scanned through every panel, and flopped the manga close with a small sigh of awe.
He cleared fifteen volumes in just three days.
Now, he stood here. In the hall, the very hall you will be standing in. What would she be like? What would the (in his words) legendary and genius y/n l/n be like? Well—he had seen your little persona scribbles in some special features pages in your manga, but still, he couldn’t help but wonder. Would you be a nice middle aged woman that probably had two cats? Or maybe you’ll be a mother who had kids and made this manga for fun?
Oh! Or maybe—
“Alright everyone, who’s excited to finally be able to meet the author of ‘Kohane’s Strings’, y/n!” The announcer beamed, a huge grin on his face as he walked onto the stage. The crowd roared with anticipation, Shoto’s heels perked up just the slightest bit at the ever increasing second.
Hanta’s whoop caught him back on the ground, he glanced up to his friend, a reminder that he wasn’t the only one excited about all this.
The announcer then stepped aside. As the claps got louder, Hanta shook Shoto’s shoulder with a cheer, jumping up and down himself. A small smile finally bloomed in his face, letting out a small giddy chuckle as he looked at his not-less-excited friend.
Behind the posters, you ducked, emerging to the stage with an awkward smile. A baggy shirt, your hoodie tied to your waist, your crooked grin perched on your face like it was your first time smiling.
Oh, so it was all wrong.
Seeing you there—not a mother with kids waiting at home, not a middle aged woman with three cats, not what he expected at all. All while he had prepared himself to call you ma’am. You were even around his age.
The crowd happily cheered as you breathily laughed, processing the newly received attention. Your hand shakily receives the microphone, bringing it close to your mouth. “Hello everyone,” you breathed out, still laughing in disbelief.
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Waiting in line had never made Shoto this…hyperventilated. Okay perhaps he didn’t really hyperventilate, still—it made his chest heavy and somehow he counts his breaths every five second passes. Hanta, who had stayed behind him, had started a whole conversation with the cosplayer behind them about the reveal moment of Kohane’s powers in chapter 34, but Shoto had barely followed it now, his hands clenching by the hem of his shirt.
For at least thirty minutes his eyes stayed trained on you like a crow, watching as you shook a hand with a fan, took a selfie, signed a book—everything.
And now he was second in line. He turned to Hanta—who was still gushing with the cosplayer behind him, brows furrowed, jaw clenched.
“And honestly!! I’ll never–”
“–Sho..? Are you good?” Hanta chuckled, pausing his conversation.
“No.” He said quickly without a thought, then opened his mouth again, “Yes.”
“....I do not know.”
His grin stayed loyal on Hanta’s face, his hands gently turned him around, pushing him to step forward. “S’ your turn. Go, go,”
The boy’s legs moved on their own, his hand already perched onto his bag’s zipper, ready to open it and flip out the volume he wanted to ask you about. With that one panel he deems worthy of being called one of the greatest panels in existence.
Your smile met his eyes, with a hand waving him over to get closer and sit down in front of you, your other hand readied your pen. The latest volume was already flipped open for you to sign it.
“Hello,” You greeted, smiling again as he sat down stiffly with his hands clenched by his sides. “Thank you for coming.” He chewed his lip, nodding fervently.
A small stammer was all he let out before he finally found his voice—albeit barely. “Thank you— t-too,”
When your chuckle met his ears, his shoulders grew a little bit less rigid. “Calm down, I’m just like you.” You assured him. He hissed in a breath, a chuckle from his nervous lips.
“Sorry, I really like your work.” He mumbled, and you swore his voice sounded like hot milk in the rain, in his hands—clutched an earlier volume of the manga, his index finger already wedged between one of the pages to bookmark it. You smiled at his nervousness, “What’s your name?” A hand readying the pen, your fingers already stretched your latest volume for you to sign it.
“Shoto.” He nodded, smiling awkwardly as you chuckled.
‘Thank you for taking your time to read, Shoto! ᡣ𐭩’
With a swivel and a small scratch of your pen to the paper, you closed the small book, handing it to him. “Any questions you want to ask me? You still have plenty of time,” tilting your head, you watch him chew his lip again as he brushes his thumb to the manga’s cover.
“Well I—.. I really want to uh..” Bringing his hands to the table, he flipped open his own copy—Volume 7. He then pointed to the panel, his fingers trembled slightly before he spoke, “You.. you captured a soul here.” Shoto muttered, tapping his finger to the character, Kohane.
“I really cried. She looks so… real here.” His voice was quieter now, awe filling his tone. His eyes finally met yours, curious and amazed.
You almost cried. That panel had never made people talk when you spent a literal day on it, trying so hard to capture the emotion because without it, Kohane’s story wouldn’t be tied. Of course you never really cared that much about people’s opinion to that panel. It was a shonen manga, of course people would praise the action scenes more. But he noticed it. Not just that, he cried to it.
“You captured a soul here.”
How did those words slip out of his mouth so easily? Like it wasn’t the most poetic thing someone’s ever said to you.
You replied with a smile, huffing out a chuckle as an attempt to will your tears to stop stinging your eyes. “Thank you, Shoto. That meant a lot to me.”
Gently, you took his copy of the volume, his worn and loved copy, scribbling down a small note on the bottom of the page.
