what the lov would gift you (their s/o) (let's say) for christmas!
- league of villains edition.
- i know, they don't really have any money most of the time, but hey, what they would gift you.
✩ SHIGARAKI wouldn't be exactly sure what to get you at first. of couse, he knows you and everything, but presents were something different. in the end, he made the decision to get you a controller so that you two could play together from now on.
✩ DABI probably struggled finding something, he thinks you'd like. might say something like 'am I not presend enough?' although in the end, it was probably just the stress talking. would get you something you mentioned in some conversation randomly, like a book or something similar.
✩ TOGA would try to make something herself. if that doesn't work, she might just give you a knife she finds especially pretty or whatever weapon you usually use.
✩ TWICE might get something that reminds him of an inside joke between the two of you. having nobody else understand, but you.
✩ KUROGIRI will probably either gift you something personal or something like a book by a author you especially like, yet always were too busy to buy.
Touya is a multi-purpose household tool beyond being a stovetop
Touya being a portable stove is old news. Let’s talk about some other things he can go.
Curl hair: He’s got fingers for the tighter curls, wrists and arms for larger curls. Or he can hold some steel pipe that is usually used to bash people’s heads in with and heat that up like it’s a curling iron.
Imagine Toga waving her wet hair in front of touya to dry and curl with his quirk.
Iron: Touya is also the one who irons Compress’ button up shirts - cheaper and easier than buying a proper iron. He just waves a ladle or big spoon from the kitchen around the clothes to get rid of the wrinkles.
Clothing dryer: this one is pretty obvious.
Heating pad in the winter: Touya tucks in all the LOV members at night, especially in the winter. While tucking them in, he also heats up the blankets so that it’s nice and toasty, especially for Spinner.
Not to say that Touya does any of the above very well - many shirts and strands of hair have been burnt to crisp. But theoretically. THEORETICALLY. he can do all the above. Somehow. With some finessing.
It becomes habit, then, whenever a LOV member hands him a cup of liquid that he heats it up to become hot but not boiling and then he hands it back. Even Kurogiri hands Touya cups to heat up.
Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: none! all fluff. Lotta kissing. lotta romance.
Request: None!
A/N: This wasn't supposed to be as lovey dovey as it ended up being, but here we are. Shigaraki deserves some love and so do you.
Extra:
In complete honesty, Shigaraki’s hygiene was horrible. It was something you had known going into the relationship, but not truly the extent of it. Getting him to brush his teeth was a terror by itself, but showering was absolute hell. He would grumble to himself about how it would only be a waste of his time, time he could be spending planning, gaming, literally anything else.
Why would did it matter if he smelled absolutely horrible? You had never cared before. And why did it matter if his hair was greasy and matted in places? If you could still grip it, gently run your fingers through it, it didn’t bother him.
However, there was one sure-fire way to get him to clean himself.
Your footsteps were quiet against the cracked hardwood flooring as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. He was hunched over at his desk, scratching furiously at his neck as he read a newspaper, a piece of paper to the side with barely legible words scribbled on. He was working on his newest attack, trying to figure out how to improve his nomus, improve his attack. He may throw a fit after losing a battle – and come home to fuck you senseless if he could help it – but he put in the time and work to fix the issues every single time, never taking a break.
Shigaraki grunted at the feeling of your arms around him, looking away for just long enough to press a kiss to your forearm before turning back. “What do you need, doll,” he questioned, his voice scratchy from not talking.
You leaned over a bit more, placing your hand over the one he was writing with. “Come on, Shiggy. Come take a bath.”
He made a noise of complaint, and you could already hear the excuses begin to climb from his lips when you cut him off.
“I mean, I could just be all alone in there, have to wash my body all by myself. It wouldn’t be an issue for me, of course. I mean, I’m already naked for you, but that’s okay.” Shigaraki’s head snapped over at the last statement as you pulled away from his grasp, already beginning to walk away. You heard him clamber to his feet, throwing a few things in the process, and the frantic thump of his sneakers as he ran to catch up with you entering the bathroom.
You giggled lightly as he threw his arms around your waist, holding your back to his chest for a second as he caught his breath. “Now, hold on here, I think we have a misunderstanding.”
“Oh,” You teased, turning so you could see him, your nose skimming along his jaw as you did so, “so you do want to join me, then?”
Shigaraki’s face flushed, you could feel it crawling to his chest, heating the area against your skin. “Well, since you so clearly needed me to.” He blew out a long breath before pulling away. “I mean, I could definitely go back, but-“
You laughed loudly and shook your head, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “No, no, come here, loverboy.”
Shigaraki huffed out a laugh in response and followed you as you pulled him along through the small bathroom towards the tub. When he had first moved into this room in the base, the bathroom was a wreck, the tub barely big enough for Shigaraki to sit in, but when you had started dating, he had made Kurogiri help him figure out how to replace it with a big one, one big enough for both of you to lay in it comfortably.
Shigaraki’s hands trailed over your bare ass as you bent over to start filling the tub, not in a sexual way, just pressing against the skin he could reach, though he did love the way your ass felt in his hand, the curves that moved towards something prettier. You raised yourself after finding the perfect temperature and turned to face him, smiling as his hand never left you, instead crawling up and around so it was pressed against the side of your stomach, his pointer finger gently raised as to not hurt you.
“You’re beautiful,” Shigaraki mumbled as he looked down at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and met his gaze. “Heavenly.”
You pushed his chest gently and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right. Come on, get undressed.”
Shigaraki’s hand flew to his chest jokingly, and he shook his head. “Oh, okay, I see. You only want me for my body?”
You fell into fits of giggles as you batted at him playfully. You both died down a bit as you pulled his shirt up and over his head, his face trying to hide the insecurity he felt. No matter how many times you had seen him naked, it was still like the first time to him. He even tried to wear his shirt during sex when he could. ‘Too skinny,’ he had said. ‘My arms are too long, my bones poke out, and there’s no softness to my chest. I’m not pretty to look at. Not like you.’
Your hands trailed over his chest and down his sides, pressing a soft kiss to his neck as you did so. “Pretty baby,” you whispered into the skin, smiling as he flushed again. “My pretty baby.”
Shigaraki let a soft whine fall from his throat at the words and huffed.
“Come on, let’s get you in here,” you said, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his pants. Shigaraki pressed a few kisses to your forehead before helping you pull his pants off, kicking them to the side and steadying himself on you so he could crawl into the tub, settling into the water with a low groan. He fumbled with the faucet, turning it off before he reached a hand out to you.
You stepped into the water and settled in between his legs, your back to his front. His hands pressed right below your chest and he sighed. You turned slightly, grinning at the sight of his head tilted back in bliss. For as hard as it was to get him into a bathtub, he sure enjoyed being inside them.
You settled against him for a moment, reveling in the warmth of him and the water, before you turned yourself around, climbing to your knees so you could face him. Shigaraki made a move of displeasure at your movement. “Come on, let me wash you, baby,” you whispered, reaching around him to grab a bottle of body wash.
Shigaraki grumbled again but made no move to stop you, even leaning forward a bit into your touch as you ran the soap over him, trying to rub the grime off of him as nicely as I could. “Thank you,” he spoke, his eyes opening just barely.
“Anything for you, darling.”
You were both quiet for a while, only the sound of you washing and rinsing his body filling the room, the sloshing of the water an oddly calming sound. You leaned out for a moment, grabbing an empty cup you had brought and instructed Shiggy to turn around and instead sit in your lap so you could wash his hair. His lanky body moved around quickly, excited to feel your hands running through the hair, detangling, rubbing lovingly. Your touch was like a drug to him at this point.
Detangling his hair was a tough project, not wanting to tug too harshly on him and accidentally hurt him. He didn’t mind a bit of rough treatment though, content to lean against you and soak in the attention. “Can you talk to me,” Shigaraki spoke, leaning into you as you carded conditioner through his locs.
“About what,” you hummed in response.
“Anything. I just want to hear your voice.”
You laughed quietly to yourself and nodded, beginning to describe everything you had done for the day – the food you had eaten, the conversations you had had with others, the dreams you had the night before. Shigaraki would hum an acknowledgment every now and then, reminding you that he was listening, but he didn’t try to interject. He was content to just listening.
Once you had finally finished washing the last bits of soap out of his hair, he laid against your shoulder, turning his face towards yours, nose pressing against your cheek followed by his lips. A soft kiss followed by another and another against your face.
You returned the favor, pressing a few right above his eyebrow before finally meeting him at his lips.
“I’m in love with you,” Shigaraki whispered.
“I’m in love with you, too. Madly. Deeply. Unconditionally.”
He nosed against your jaw before finally lifting himself from the tub, groaning lowly to himself as he did, his bones aching from not moving. “Come on, doll, let’s go to bed, yeah?” He stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and gingerly drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist and helping you out. He took to drying you off, thoroughly compared to how he had dried himself, taking time to make sure that no part of you was still wet.
“I’m surprised,” you mused, as he helped you wrap the towel around yourself.
“Hmm?”
You pressed a hand to his cheek and pulled him down for another kiss. “You didn’t even try to wash me.”
He laughed. “You took a shower this morning. You onlytake showers in the morning. You just wanted me to get in. Now come on, let’s brush our teeth and go to sleep. Okay?”
You giggled as he led you to the sink. “Wow, a two in one day? I’m impressed.”
Hey Mommy Beelzles ✨ may I have some hcs of how The League of villains would wake their s/o up in the morning (I'm feeling fluffy and romantic today❤️)
Hey sweety! I'm sorry this took so long! 💜
Shigaraki: He is the type to go to bed when the sun is rising. If he knows you have to be awake soon, he will force himself to stay up longer so he can wake you up with a kiss on the forehead.
Kurogiri: wakes up about an hour before you need to wake up so he can make you a healthy breakfast of your favorite food. Brings it to you in bed and sits with you while you eat.
Toga: wakes you up by tickling you. Loves seeing you wake up giggling and trying to squirm away from her. Usually you can't get away cause she is sitting with one leg on each side of you.
Dabi: you aren't waking up on time. He will melt the alarm clock so you don't wake up. Wants you to stay curled up with him all day and doesn't care if you had plans.
Flower: White Chrysanthemum, meaning loyalty and devoted love
Summary: you were born with a quirk that allows you to temporarily take other peoples’ emotions, though it makes it nearly impossible to create your own. every day, you sit out on city sidewalks hoping for people to let you borrow their unwanted emotions. Used to only feeling things like guilt, shame, and disappointment, you find yourself pleasantly surprised when a kind stranger comes along and donates happiness
Pairing: Bubaigawara Jin (Twice) x Reader
Warnings: No manga spoilers! jin smoking a cigarette, light cursing, pining, brief angst (hurt/comfort), sickeningly sweet fluff
Word Count: 4.1k
a/n: this is officially the longest single piece i’ve ever written and my back is feeling it. i’m so excited to have been able to participate in this collab, especially since I got to write one of my all time favorite characters! thank you so much @jojosmilktea for making the masterlist - you did a great job!
You sat against the brick wall of a quaint boutique in one of the busiest areas of the city, a frayed cardboard sign in your hands and rusted tin can beside your feet. The neat, permanent marker words on your sign read, ‘will take unwanted emotions for $’.
Your practice wasn’t entirely legal since you didn’t have a license, but with villain activity rising rapidly in the area, you were the least of the local authorities’ worries. Your tin only held enough change for a protein bar from the corner store and your muscles ached, stiff from sitting in the same spot all day, yet you told yourself to wait a little longer. Maybe you’d get lucky.
A bus rolled by, on its side an advertisement for some hero school at the edge of town, the tagline: ‘You, too, are destined for greatness!’ plastered in bold letters beside a photo of comically fake, smiling heroes. You couldn’t help but scoff as you watched the bus round a corner and disappear from sight, remembering the vain hope you held as a child seeing similar advertisements on T.V. Back then, you truly believed you would become a hero once you got your quirk - in fact, most kids your age did, excitedly awaiting the day they’d discover their unique “super power”.
On your fourth birthday, your quirk came in and tore away any hope you had for the life of a hero. That day, you discovered that you could steal whatever emotion someone was feeling with the touch of your fingertips, taking it for yourself and leaving them without until your quirk wore off. The catch, however, was that it became incredibly difficult for you to feel any emotion without stealing it from someone else.
Your quirk had a habit of activating involuntarily, so at a young age you began to wear gloves. It wasn’t long before rumors spread around your school that you were secretly a witch, or cursed, and you were bullied relentlessly from afar for the majority of your early life.
The treatment only worsened as you grew to adulthood.
In your world where heroes and super powers were commonplace, if your quirk was problematic or - god forbid - nonexistent, you were nothing but a stain on society, a weed in need of pulling. As a kid, you were reluctant to learn this fact, so life beat it into you. You learned a harsh reality very quickly - emotions became addicting once you were unable to feel them by yourself, and in desperate times, even the bad ones were better than nothing. Anything was better than nothing. Hardships hit you in waves until you had nowhere else to go, finding solace in a ramshackle apartment in the middle of the city, begging for unwanted feelings with a side of cash during the day, spending all night searching for a job on the web.
Without a useful quirk, wealthy upbringing, or a desire to turn to villainy, this was your place in society.
After around half an hour, you stood from your spot on the pavement with a disappointed huff, stretching your aching muscles for a moment before crouching to collect your things. “Excuse me!” A gruff voice called out from behind you, the words “Hey, bitch!” following closely after, without pause for you to respond. You thought you heard the person whisper a quiet ‘sorry’ before you whipped around, startled.
You found a tall, blonde man standing at the edge of the sidewalk, his hands shoved in patched jean pockets and his broad shoulders hunched sheepishly, as if he wanted to occupy as little space as possible. The man shifted nervously while you looked him up and down. A large, vertical scar ran up the center of his forehead to just shy of his hairline, and dark blond stubble dotted his sharp jaw. The faint frown lines bordering his lips and creasing the space between his brows told you he’d likely endured a life similar to yours. Most people who spent their time on these streets had, and after a while the signs became easy to spot.
You cocked your head slightly to the side, raising a brow. “Can I help you?” You responded curtly. Living in such an unpredictable area had certainly not made you any kinder.
“You have an emotion quirk, right? I, uh, saw the sign. ‘was wondering if I could donate.” His gaze evaded yours even as he spoke, the man instead opting to watch as his frayed sneakers anxiously toed the ground.
You bent down, grabbing your change-filled tin from the sidewalk and jangling the coins within, wordlessly telling him your service wasn’t free. He stepped closer, huddling at the inner edge of the sidewalk with you, hugging the wall so as not to block the path of those trying to pass by. He pulled a crumpled two thousand yen bill from his pocket and handed it over with a timid smile. To any of the businessmen who walked by, the cash would have been no more than pocket change, but to you, it was a fortune.
Your expression must have shown just how much his payment meant to you, as the man's smile grew wider, stretching to crease the corners of his eyes. He didn’t say anything, only watched as you stuffed the bill into your pocket for safekeeping, slipped off one of your tattered, cotton gloves and held out a bare palm. “Can I see your hand? It only works through touch.” As he slid a hand out of his pocket, you recited the same speech you gave to all of your customers: “Bring forth whichever emotion you’d like me to take from you - really make yourself feel it. I don’t get to choose what I take, so whatever’s at the forefront of your mind is what will be transferred. Effects can last anywhere between three to four hours. Oh, and no refunds. Any questions?”
He reached for your hand, but hesitated, his fingers hovering just shy of yours as he timidly asked. “Is any emotion okay, good or bad?”
You sighed, “Yeah, I don’t judge. Whatever it is, it’s better than nothing.”
He nodded and laid a heavy, calloused palm atop your own. You braced yourself for what you had grown used to - feelings of disappointment, shame, anger, hopelessness; the most common feelings of the dejected businessmen who worked in the area and passed your spot regularly.
As your quirk took effect, however, you didn’t experience any of those things. You felt the corners of your lips pulling into a grin entirely on their own, a joyous giggle bubbling in your throat and spilling from you before you could halt it. Your hands flew to your face, feeling your cheeks as they flushed pink from excitement. “Wh-what?” Was all you could manage in your surprised, giddy state. It had been months- no- years since you’d felt this way.
The man’s kind smile remained, though it no longer spread to his eyes. Like you, he seemed used to faking it. “I knew a kid with an emotion quirk growin’ up. He was a total loser. Uh- it made it harder for him to feel stuff on his own, so I wanted to...” He paused for a moment before timidly continuing, his next word hanging in his mouth as if unfamiliar to his lips “help. Just in case it was the same for you, ya ugly hoe.” With his joy depleted, embarrassment quickly took its place. The man’s teeth found his bottom lip as if to keep himself from saying more, and you thought you could see a faint blush spread along his cheekbones as he turned to leave.
You were startled by the way his tone shifted so quickly, yet his actions had been kind. You couldn’t help but think, maybe his quirk knocked a few screws loose in his head, too. Much to your surprise, you found yourself wanting to talk to him more, or at least pay him back in some way, but the man had donated joy, not courage.
“Thank you, sir!” was all you could manage as he made his way deeper into the city, the distance between you growing with each step.
He waved in acknowledgement before pocketing his hand once again and turning off into a darkened alley.
---
For the first time in as long as you could remember, you awoke the next day feeling refreshed. You felt a slight bounce in your step as you made your way to your typical spot, treating yourself to a cold drink from the cafe along the way. Thanks to the kind stranger from the night before, you could finally afford a refreshing beverage to fend off the ever intensifying heat outside.
You didn’t quite know why, but the sun seemed to shine a little brighter as it rose along the horizon, the colors that sunrise painted across the skyline more vibrant than previous mornings.
Your day went by fast, and soon enough dusk began to fall. The street lights surrounding you kicked on, signaling that it was once again time for you to pack up and return home. You stood, gathered your things, and turned to begin your journey back to your apartment when a vaguely familiar voice caught your attention, “Hey, wait up- get outta here!”
It was him.
You turned on your heel toward the sound of his voice, almost as surprised as when he showed up the night before. “You’re back?”
“Yeah, is that okay? Got a problem with me or somethin’?!” You watched him wince as the second set of words passed his lips. He gritted his teeth, shoulders tensing. Like before, he preferred to watch the ground between you rather than meet your gaze.
“It’s fine.” He glanced back up at the sound of your voice, and you flashed him a reassuring smile. The tension in his shoulders seemed to fade if only for a moment. “My regulars just tend to be angry white-collar businessmen, not, ya know...” You let your words trail off, unsure how to finish.
“Not people like you?” He filled in the blanks with ease, and you nodded in agreement.
A comfortable silence spread between you for a moment before he cleared his throat, pulling another creased bill from his pocket. You realized your hands were too full to take the cash and moved to set your things down on the pavement, but the man reached out a tentative palm, “I can hold your sign for ya. I don’t wanna. I won’t take it. I will. I- I just don't want it gettin’ all dirtied up if it’s your only one.”
You hesitated, “You don’t have to be so nice. I’ve lived here long enough to handle myself.”
“I believe you. Doubt it! But what kinda guy would I be if I didn’t try ta help out a sweet lady like you?”
His genuine kindness was entirely unexpected, but you saw no reason to be distrustful. After all, what use could he have for old, water damaged cardboard. You looked him over once more before handing him the already filthy sign and taking his payment with a newly emptied hand. You stuffed it in your pocket, slid off your glove, and held out an open palm like before. “Need me to debrief you again?”
“Yes, please!” His words betrayed him as he shook his head ‘no’. “I got it, thanks.”
Suddenly, you were grateful that you had figured out which of his voices to listen to, and which to ignore. He rested a large palm against your own. A second later, you felt sparks of joy ignite a fire within your chest. The blond’s touch suddenly felt pleasantly electric on your skin, and you allowed your hand to linger in his, reluctant to pull away.
Glancing back up, you realized that he had been watching you. The tender warmth in his gaze never left as he slowly, hesitantly slipped his fingers from yours. He reached into his jeans’ back pocket, revealed a half empty pack of cigarettes, “Got time for a smoke?”
You began to refuse on instinct, but the words caught at the tip of your tongue. Again, you found that you didn’t want to part with him quite yet. Something about him caught your interest, generous donations aside. A finger tapped your chin as you pretended to ponder your decision, then shrugged, “Yeah, I think I’ve got some time.”
Shoulder to shoulder, you propped yourselves against the boutique’s wall. He offered a cigarette, to which you declined with a slight shake of your head. When you reached to take your sign back so that he could focus on lighting up, he simply swatted your hand away and tucked it under his arm. “Aye, let me be a gentleman. It’s mine!”
Your chest felt fuzzy, heart fluttering. There was something beneath your good mood, something heavy and intoxicating that you’d never felt before, but you didn’t dislike it. Quite the opposite, in fact. “You’re weird” you teased.
“You’re weird” he responded without skipping a beat. There was another brief pause as he lit his cigarette, then spoke again “So, what’s your name, weirdo?”
You giggled, playfully jabbing an elbow to his side at the title, and he laughed with you. It had a deep, melodic timbre to it, hearty, disarming, and beautiful. You wondered how sweet the sound would be under normal circumstances, without your quirk draining him. “(Y/n). What’s yours?”
“None o’ ya business!” He rolled his eyes at himself, frustrated, then took a long drag from his cigarette. “Bubaigawara. You can call me Jin, though.”
“Jin Bubaigawara” You repeated his full name slowly, savoring the way it felt on your tongue, and grateful to finally be able to call him something other than ‘sir’.
“Sounds prettier coming from you, but yeah that’s it.”
At his words, warmth crept up your neck, dusting your cheeks a rosy pink, and tugging the edges of your lips into a shy smile.
Jin felt different from the people you grew up with. He looked at you with eyes entirely void of judgement or distrust, and even if only for a moment, he made you feel like someone understood -- like someone cared.
Hours passed as you talked about everything, yet nothing in particular. The two of you took turns just chatting, occasionally asking questions back and forth. You told one another of how you discovered your quirks, shared stories from school, spoke of your families, or lack thereof. He didn’t explain the scar on his forehead, nor his split speech, but you didn’t think to ask, either. They were a part of him, made him who he was, and you realized that night that you really liked who he was.
---
For the most part, your days passed as they always did, with little business in the mornings and a few agitated corporate underlings stopping by around lunchtime to rid themselves of the bitter frustration their coworkers gave rise to. However, during your long periods of downtime, your thoughts began to wander.
Typically, they wandered to Jin.
Often, as you got bored, you found yourself scanning passing crowds for a tall blond with tired yet kind eyes, sighing disappointedly when you couldn’t find him. As much as your quirk numbed you to most things, you weren’t entirely immune to simpler feelings, like the soft pang of missing someone or the nervous quickening of your heartbeat when you finally spotted him at the end of the day. You couldn’t deny that your draw to him only grew with each nightly rendezvous and slowly, butterflies began to appear in your chest even long after the effects of your quirk had worn off. You found yourself counting the minutes until he came to see you at the end of the day, and feeling melancholy when you parted ways late in the evening.
You had never been able to feel something without taking it from someone else first, but bit by bit that began to change.
---
One night a little over a week after you first met, Jin was ten minutes late to meet you - concerning, considering how punctual he’d always been until then.
When he did show up, he seemed agitated as he tried to make conversation, and the moment his eyes met yours, you knew something was wrong. “Jin?” You questioned. Though he’d been slowly breaking the habit as you got to know one another, his gaze once again glued itself to the ground. He gnawed on his bottom lip as he desperately tried to avoid eye contact. You moved closer and bent down slightly, forcing yourself into his line of sight though he tried to evade. Only then did you notice he’d been biting his lip so hard it had swelled, threatening to bleed. “Jin, are you okay?”
For the first time in your life, you felt genuine concern.
“Back off, bitch!” He clasped a hand over his mouth the moment the words flew past his lips, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I-” His voice broke as he repeated the words over and over again. “I can't help it. Yes I can. I don’t mean it. I’ll hurt you. Gah- damn it, shut the hell up, wontcha?!” He yelled at no one in particular.
You took a cautious step back to give him space, though you had no intention of running. You knew how it felt to find yourself stuck in a losing battle against your own mind. No matter what he said, you weren’t about to leave. Not like everyone else had left both of you.
Without a second thought, you reached out, entwining gloved fingers with his and tugging him down the sidewalk. He followed without hesitation, clutching your hand so tightly you thought it may break. You pulled him into a narrow alleyway for privacy, and the moment no one else was around, he hurriedly reached into his pocket, fishing out a two-toned mask. “Shit, I- I’m splitting up! I’m fine! I’m splitting all up- I love it!” Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as his bloodshot eyes finally found yours. “I’m splitting, (Y/n), you don’t understand I’m sp-!”
You put two and two together fairly quickly and swiped the mask from his trembling grasp, roughly tugging the skin-tight material over his head and down onto most of his face. You rattled off a stream of apologies as you helped him unceremoniously slide it the rest of the way on, certain you were pulling tufts of hair along with the fabric.
The moment his mask was fully in place, Jin exhaled a sigh of relief and dropped to the ground. You pushed away the countless questions racking your brain, instead forcing yourself to focus on the man before you. You lowered to sit beside him and placed a gentle hand on his back. Your thumb lightly rubbed the space between his shoulder blades as you sat together on the damp asphalt, barely noticing as small droplets of old rain periodically dribbled onto your shoulders from an overhead windowsill.
You didn’t have to wait long before he turned his attention back to you, shifting so you were face to face and cupping your cheeks with calloused palms. “You’re an angel! Marry me!” he excitedly exclaimed. You leaned into his touch despite the confusion clouding your thoughts, and suddenly you found yourself grateful your quirk only transmitted through your fingertips.
You didn’t know exactly what you were feeling in that moment - worry, adoration, compassion, panic - the lines between them all blurred together in your head, but it didn’t matter. The feelings were there, and they were yours.
Without a second thought, you threw your arms around Jin. He gladly reciprocated, nearly knocking you off balance as he wrapped you in a tight hug. “Sorry, that musta’ been real scary for ya, huh?”
You shook your head ‘no’ against his strong shoulder, “You’re gonna have to do a lot more than that to scare me.” He chuckled weakly at your words, and you reluctantly pulled away to meet his gaze once more. “Are you okay? I mean-” you sighed, “that was a dumb question, but you know what I mean, right? Do you need anything? Water, juice?”
“Juice! Stop stressin’! I’m fine now - when the mask is on, I become whole again! Good as new, see?” He flexed a bicep theatrically. The mask obscured his smile, but the slight squint at the bottoms of his eyes told you he was grinning from ear to ear. You nodded, letting out a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding in.
Hesitantly, you asked the next question on your mind: “Does that happen often?”
The man in front of you shrugged much too nonchalantly for the situation. “Most of the time I’m wearin’ the mask, so I don’t really gotta worry.”
Your brow furrowed. “I’ve never seen you in it before.”
“Duh, I always take it off to visit ya!” You cocked a brow questioningly, and he took the hint to elaborate further. “First time was an accident. You just caught my eye when I was on a walk without it, and I wanted to help ya out a bit ‘cause of that one guy from school.” He shook his head slightly, still smiling. “You’re so pretty, though - especially when you’re happy - I just had to come back. But you’d already seen me without the mask, so I jus’ took it off when I went to see ya.”
Whether his intention or not, Jin’s words forced a smile onto your face. The butterflies in your chest buzzed to life as he locked his fingers with yours, squeezing happily when he saw the blush on your cheeks. “The mask wouldn’t have changed a thing about how you make me feel, dummy!” you confessed before you could talk yourself out of it. “You’re still you-.”
Not willing to let go of your hand, Jin dragged it along with his as he raised an index finger to halt your statement. “Did ya just say ‘feel’? You’re feeling things now? An’ you didn’t tell me?!”
“I didn’t want to interrupt what was going on with you!” You argued, giggles dampening your fake-serious tone.
“Silence, woman! That’s amazing!” He leapt to his feet, pulling you up with him and twirling you around in a circle. The happy tune of your combined laughter bounced off the brick alley walls, only serving to make you laugh harder before he halted you with an embrace. “Good job, you!”
“Good job, you!” You chimed back.
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Your routine continued normally the next day. The street lamps flicked on at dark and, like clockwork, you spotted Jin in the distance. Unlike previous nights, though, this time he seemed to be carrying something. As he neared, crossing under the bright spotlight of a streetlight, you realized it was a flower - a white chrysanthemum, to be exact. You bounded toward him, meeting halfway down the sidewalk and practically tackling him in a delighted hug.
Jin’s free hand found yours as you separated, so that he could keep holding onto some part of you as you spoke. His other hand slipped the stem of the flower behind your ear, making sure it was secure before pulling away and taking in the view. “Ug-lee! You’re so pretty!”
You blew a playful kiss, “Thanks, to both. How did you know I love chrysanthemums?”
“I just hoped, ‘cause I love ‘em too. Do you know the meanin’ behind ‘em?”
You shook your head ‘no’.
“Devoted love, apparently. I’m pretty damn devoted to lovin’ you!”
You knew Jin was about to nervously ramble, apologizing after his second statement, so you halted him with a finger to his lips. When he fell silent, you detangled your hand from his, much to his displeasure. Working slowly so that he could stop you at any point, you hooked your thumbs under the hem of his mask. His breath caught in his throat as you carefully tugged it up, just enough to expose his mouth.
You found yourself grateful for the desolate streets that late evening provided as you stretched onto your toes and pressed your lips to his. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you flush against him as you deepened the kiss. After a few sweet moments, you pulled away just enough to whisper against his lips, “Good, because I’m pretty damn devoted to loving you, too.”
Ship: Shigaraki x Reader
Purely just fluff, please enjoy :)
Washed out moonlight crept into the bar through the small gaps in the walls. Mice danced around the rain falling against the concrete, soaking their dirty coats and washing the day away from them. Tiny thumps carried around the almost empty room, caused from the boots that you were wearing, swinging lightly against the bar to not scuff the material. Elbows pressed against the top of the counter, a soft sight falling from your lips, head tilting a little to across the room. Slouched on top of the ragged, dirty couch within the shadows was the manic leader. Shoulders hunched over, crimson eyes reflecting the shine of the screen he was staring into, clicking quickly at the small device in delicate hands. You kept watching him quietly, admiring the soft view of the leader, that no one usually gets, before deciding to get up with a few bones popping. Crackles disturbed the zoned out leader, eyes snapping to meet the satisfying colour of your eyes. Rustling fabric, Tomura shifted his lanky legs up and into his chest, creating room for you to join him onto the couch. While subtle, the action carries a lot of care within them, the small show of the fact he wants you with him now, yet struggles communicating this. A soft smile falls onto your face, joining the childish leader onto the couch, shifting to be able to watch as he plays pokemon.
Tomura enjoyed playing his games, however All for One did not like him wasting time, having to play for strategies. One of the earlier games he was given was Pokemon, in a way to build up how abilities to match specific pokemon to each other to create a powerful team - helping him when building the league up to create a well matched team that can cover each other especially when in a critical time. After creating the finalised team of the villains, he found pokemon to become a comfort game he plays to think of the league, of his success and of these bonds that confused and overwhelmed him with feelings that he hasn’t felt before, feelings that confuse him.
With a slight head tip, your head fell against Tomura’s shoulder, feeling him tense a little but relaxing after a while. Over time, the moonlight drifted over the two bodies, Tomura’s hair shimmering snowy white under the soft light. You shift slightly closer to Tomu, his focus being pulled away slightly, crimson glancing at his beautiful partner next to him. Shifting a little, he leant onto you slightly, leaning his head onto your shoulder more now he was in more of an embrace. Delicate, deadly hands gently tugged your arms around him. Tomura liked the physical contact, but he hated to give any back. Hands drew back up to the small entertainment system, focus sinking back into the somewhat childish game.
Flickering over to the hands on the device, you shift to pull him in properly, having Tomura settle between your legs. Soft hands trailed up to the messy blue locks, starting to comb through the knots carefully to not harshly tug the hair. Red turned lidded, clouded slightly as he relaxed into your chest, enjoying the warmth and affection. Not long after, Tomura folded the small system and placed it into one of his pockets. With a tip of his head into your hands, he relaxed, trusting you and wanting to enjoy the feeling. Still combing through, your hands worked delicately through his hair. Moonlight bathing the scene, watching the bit of affection they were able to share within the chaotic life of being constantly classified as a villain.
Moths fluttered around the dim lights of the bar, dancing around the quiet shows of affection. Words never left either lips, rain echoing the empty space sometimes accompanied with the loud roar from the cars zooming past the seemingly abandoned lair. Eyes flickered to the deadly hands tucked into his chest, beautiful red eyes hidden from the world from behind his eyelids. Trailing down to the rough, calloused hands, you decide to reach their spare hand down, resting your palm over the back of his deadly hands.
Crimson eyes snap open, hands quickly fleeing close again as they stare wildly at you. Panic calmed down after a while, but he kept up his tense body language as he turned to stare properly at you. “You...You can’t just go do that!” His voice crackling with slight distress, soon dropping to a more flat tone. “You know you can’t do that. It’s not safe, I’m not safe.” he continued, trailing into a slight mumble as he tried to pull himself away. Before you knew it, your hands reached out, managing to grasp a slight bit of the fabric on the back of the navy blue hoodie he was wearing.
Stopping in his escape path, he glanced back over shoulder at you. Intense emotions swirled in those bright eyes you can’t help but fall into, noticing the panicked, smaller pupils. Tightening your grasp on his hoodie, you gently pull him down. Moths fluttered by the two again, soft brushes of their wings hidden under the sound of rain. Crimson glanced away for a second, focus shifted onto the small creatures that passed his view. You attempted again, however this time reached over slowly, making sure he knew of you being close to his hand. Eyes snapped back, fear and panic flowing back over him as he anxiously pulled his hands away from you.
Eyes softening, not with pity but more from understanding why he was hesitant, you looked back down to his hands. Emotions clashed within Tomura; wanting to hold your hand desperately but fearful that you, his beautiful flower of life, would wither and crumble within his grasp- because of his grasp. Capturing his eyes, if only for just a second, you coaxed him to hold his hands out. “I have an idea Tomu, I want to try it out.” You spoke out to him coaxing his hands back out into the open. With a soft smile gracing your lips, you reach your hands out to reach his.
As the sun started to rise, the rays peaked within any gaps it could get through. As the sun leaked into the bar slightly, it shone over the two bodies sitting on the couch. Falling upon the two, the light slowly travelled over the connected hands. Pinkies were held out from both hands, looped around the other pinkie as the owners of the hands continued on what they were doing. You smile softly, happy that Tomura was comfortable with the pinkie holding. Your smile grows larger across your face knowingly, knowing this secret pinkie hold gesture will become very commonly used.
Just as heroes have good and bad relationships, so do villains. They just need some extra steps along the way.
