#madlyney

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Just thinking about how Satoru claims that he’s very photogenic. 

Little did he know, you have a whole album of the most goofiest and stupid pictures of him. All secretly taken by you (and some by Shoko and his students).

one day he makes fun of you with a picture of you and you show him your album—your prized possession. He sulked the entire week.

“that’s not me.”

“do you want a closer look?”

“get your phone away from me.”

[madlyney]

Your best friend, Yuta Okkotsu

Best friend!Yuta, who buys you gifts like pendants, bracelets, and plushies, saying, “It reminded me of you!” 

Best friend!Yuta, whose hugs with you last a little longer than they should — not that you really mind, though. You wish that you could just stay in his embrace forever. 

Best friend!Yuta, who gets worried when he doesn't see you around campus. He immediately texts you, but only gets more anxious when you don't answer. Maki tells him you were in your dorm, as you have unexpectedly caught a cold. Toge believes that Yuta’s worry scale might have gone through the roof when he sees the latter running to your dorm at full speed. 

Best friend!Yuta nurses you back to health whenever you're sick or injured from missions, saying you're his responsibility no matter what (and that he would hate to see you suffer).

Best friend!Yuta, who realised how his heart seemed to beat faster whenever he was with you, or how his stomach would feel all funny, but not in a bad way. Or how he keeps recalling your smile and the sound of your laughter, which unconsciously also brings a smile to his lips. 

Best friend!Yuta, who rants all of his newly discovered feelings for you to Toge and Panda. The two eventually get tired of his endless ramblings and Panda tells him, “Just tell her,” to which Toge replies with “Salmon”. 

Best friend!Yuta, when he finally confesses to you, asks you, “may I please be your boyfriend?” (instead of the usual ‘will you be my girlfriend’ question.)

Best friendBoyfriend!Yuta, who can’t stop getting enough of you and keeps wondering how he’s managed to be with you. The poor boy sometimes wonders whether he’s good enough for you, to which you reassure him with lots of hugs and kisses, saying that yes, he’s more than good enough for you.

Boyfriend!Yuta, who just falls in love with you even more every single day.

Note: happy new year !! Sorry for not posting lately😔 I’ve had a lot on my plate, but I’ll go back to writing, woohoo! This is one of my fave works so far, enjoy !!<3

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The Art of Falling

Eijiro Kirishima x fem!reader Tw: reader wears a skirt,  Wc:354

Eijiro Kirishima couldn’t understand his feelings for you. Every time you talked or smiled at him, he felt his chest tighten and his heart skip a beat, but he hadn’t really considered the significance of it.

His friends were tired of his obliviousness. He didn’t need to mention his unknown feelings for anyone to realize that he had a major crush on you. It was evident in his actions.

Kirishima would often watch you from a distance. He would unconsciously smile at the little things you did—like tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, smoothing out the wrinkles in your skirt, tying your hair up—everything.

So, when he was watching some rom-com movies with you in his bedroom, he felt a weight on his shoulder halfway through the film. Turning to see you had fallen asleep on him, he admired how your chest rose and fell slowly, how your mouth parted slightly, how your hair draped perfectly over your shoulder, and how peaceful you looked while sleeping. Kirishima felt that familiar warmth in his chest again, and his face grew warm all of a sudden. He tried to focus on the movie but found himself glancing over at you from time to time.

A line from the movie caught his attention: “I feel weird every time I look at her. Her smile—it’s so contagious. Her laugh sounds beautiful, and she makes me feel all weird inside. I’ve never felt this way before.” The male lead continued, 

“That, my friend—” his best friend smirked, patting him on the back, “—is love. You’re in love with—” and that was when Kirishima zoned out.

Love… Is that what this was?

Kirishima sighed. He was in Bakugo’s room, receiving tutoring for the upcoming exams.

Hearing Kirishima’s constant sighs and groans, Bakugo clicked his tongue. “The hell’s wrong with you? The questions aren’t that hard.”

Kirishima laid his head on the table. “I don’t know, man. I think—I think I’m in love with YN,” he admitted.

“Congrats on being the last one to find out,” Bakugo rolled his eyes as he scribbled something in his notebook.

“Wait, what—”

note: this is so cute actually

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Atsumu Miya is the biggest gaslighter ever. But he’s horrible at it. Extremely horrible.

“You were snoring last night, ‘Tsumu.”

“me? Snore? Are you sure it was me who slept next to you last night? ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME??? YOU WERE WITH ANOTHER MAN LAST NIGHT?????”

“…”

based on this 😭

[madlyney]

So This Is Love

Kento Nanami x gn!reader Tw: nothing, just teeth rotting sweetness Wc: 576 words

Everyday Kento comes home from work, the first thing he’d always hear (most of the time) is the sound of your voice as you hum a tune in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you and your husband. 

“I’m home,” he announced as he slid his work shoes off, placing them neatly in the shoe rack. Hearing no reply from you, he assumed you didn't hear him from the music through the speakers of your phone. He placed his briefcase on the edge of the couch, loosening his tie in the process as he approached the kitchen. 

His lips curved into a small smile as he watched you hum to the melody of the song and glided around the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed as his eyes followed every movement. Everyday, he wonders how he managed to get married to you. Everyday, he just wonders how you both have been together since high school. Everyday, Kento feels as if he had fallen in love with you all over again. 

You turned around to get something from the island of the kitchen, only then noticing your husband’s presence. Your smile widens. “You're back! Welcome home,” you said with that cheerful grin of yours that could make Kento's heart melt within seconds.

“Yes, I'm back,” he said, the smile on his face not faltering. He pushed himself off the wall and approached you. “You seem busy in the kitchen. Need any help?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

You shook your head. “I'm nearly done, so it's fine. But if you really want to help out with something, could you set the table for us?”

“Of course.” With a final kiss on either side of your cheeks(face), he let go of your waist and walked over to the drawers where all the cutleries, bowls and plates were kept.

As you both worked together in the kitchen, the next song on your playlist came on. Your ears picked up on the familiar melody on the first beat. “Ken! It’s our favorite song,” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

Kento looks up from the plates he held in his hands. “You're right, it is,” he said with a small smile as he watched you sing the lyrics to the song, using the spatula as a makeshift microphone. He let out an exhale of amusement as he put down the two sets of utensils and plates he was holding onto the table. 

As the song reached to the middle of the audio, where just the melody played, he took the spatula out of your hand, placed it on the counter and took your hand into his, his other hand resting above your hip as you both swayed around to the music, and he’d twirl you around occasionally. You were both reminded about your high school days, where you guys would listen to this song every day, sing to it, dance to it. Satoru calls you guys corny, but don't worry, he was probably just jealous of you both–well, who wouldn't be? You and Kento were just so sickeningly adorable.

Everyday, Kento really falls in love with you all over again, just like he is as he twirls you around in the kitchen area. He’s just so in love with you that he’s so glad to put a ring on your finger all those years ago. 

Note: he makes me giggle and kick my feet in the air

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Nothinggg just thinking about how Suguru Geto would have tattoo sleeves on both arms. And he would let you, an artist, colour in his tattoos with your collection of washable markers. 

One day, you bought a new set of markers and wanted to test it out—on Geto’s tattoos. So you both sit together on the couch, watching a show as you coloured in his tattoos, the colours of the markers super vibrant. You were excited by the vibrancy, which motivated you to colour his entire arm. 

However, both you and Geto weren’t aware that the markers weren’t washable markers, but permanent. 

“Hey, so… the markers are not washing off.” Geto was scrubbing his arms over the sink of the connecting bathroom to your shared bedroom with soap and water. He had his towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was still dripping wet as he had just gotten out of the shower. 

You blinked and placed your sketchbook down on the bed. “What do you mean they’re not washing off?”

“Like, they’re not fading at all. Are you sure that new set was washable?”

You walked over to your table in the corner of the room, inspecting the packaging of the markers. 

(Brand name), 48 markers, permanent

“Oh, shit.” Geto let out a sigh when he heard you mumble out a curse. 

Geto’s tattoo sleeve stayed colourful for a full week. 

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A Reason to See You.

Kento Nanami x bakergn!reader Tw: none! wc: 512 Mad’s Notes: aaaaa idk if I like this or not😭😭 based on this btwww

Nanami has the same routine everyday. Wake up, go to work, clock out at six, go home, and the cycle continues. But there’s something he always looks forward to on his daily routine. Entering your bakery. 

You opened a bakery to fulfill your hobby of baking. You enjoyed baking pastries and watching people enter through the glass doors, admiring the hard work and efforts you put in each of your well made pastries. You had your regulars, and of course one of them was Nanami, who happened to be your favourite. Everyday he’d stop by your shop on the way to or from his workplace, and he never missed a chance to have a small chat with you as you ring up his items—mostly just plain bread or a chicken sandwich.

You’d think he just enjoyed your pastries, that’s why he enters your shop everyday. Well, that is one reason. Another is that he just wants to have a reason to see you.

“Nice to see you again, Nanami,” you said with that lovely smile you always had on your face, but it always seemed different whenever you talked to Nanami. 

He grunts in response. “Nice seeing you too, l/n. I take it that the bakery’s doing well again today?” He asks, pulling out his leather wallet to pay for his items. 

You nodded, the smile on your face not fading away. “By the way, do you like croissants?” 

Your sudden question intrigued nanami’s interest. He raised an eyebrow as he handed you the exact money he owed. “I don’t particularly mind them. Why do you ask?”

Your small smile widened slightly as you reached for a small package on the counter behind you. “I tried baking some today for the first time. I haven’t sold any, but I wanted to know what your thoughts on them are.”

Nanami’s face softened slightly—so slightly that it’s almost unnoticeable, unless you squinted a little. “Thank you. I know they’ll be as great as your other pastries,” He said, accepting the bag from your hand, his fingers accidentally brushing over yours slightly. 

You chuckled and waved your hand dismissively in front of your face, hoping that it would hide the small blush forming on your face. “You flatter me. It just tastes ordinary to me. I just wanted a regular’s opinion before I start selling these.”

“Nonsense, your pastries always tasted amazing, l/n.” He pulled out his wallet once again. “How much do I owe you for the croissant?”

You shook your head. “Consider it on the house, or a taste sample,” you said with a smile. 

His eyebrows yet again raised, he sighed. “Please, let me. Consider it as a tip for all your hard work.”

“I insist, Nanami. There’s really no need.” 

He let out a small sigh and pocketed his wallet. “Then how about dinner, hm?”

You blinked, trying your best to hide the blush that’s formed more obviously on your cheeks. With a nod, you replied, “dinner would be amazing.”

Relieved, the smile on Nanami’s lips widened. “Great. So… this Saturday at seven?”

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Spilled drinks and new beginnings.

Timeskip Tetsuro Kuroo x gn!reader Wc: 648 words Tw: kms statement(out of frustration), no use of yn or pronouns Syn: A string of unfortunate events leads to an awkward encounter with a charming stranger, changing the your catastrophic day.

“Wow, okay,” you thought. “The universe hates me.”

In an hour, you’ve managed to step into mud and ruin your new sneakers. That’s going to take a lot of cleaning… After that, a strong wind blew the documents out of your hands, scattering them everywhere. Thankfully, there weren't many people around, so it saved you some embarrassment as you chased after the flying papers, which some landed in the pond, and some straight on the dirt ground.

But that's not all. You even thought someone–whom you didn't even recognise, was waving at you. In confusion, you waved back as you tried to recall who the mysterious person was, only for them to walk past to someone behind you–not without shooting you a weird look. Out of embarrassment, you wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself inside forever.

Eventually, you thought your streak of bad luck was over when you bought yourself a cup of your favourite drink. Distracted with the treasure in your hands as you walked, you bumped into a relatively tall man, the contents of your cup then all over his crisp white shirt, some on your own as well.

“This is it. I’m so going to kill myself,” you mumbled to yourself.

From the impact of the collision, you stumbled backward and hit your back on the pole behind, earning a hiss of pain from you. The now empty cup fell out of your hand and rolled towards the man’s black leather shoes. Hurriedly, you regained your posture and dipped into a 90-degree bow repeatedly, a string of apologies spilling out of your mouth as you ignored the lingering pain on your spine.

“Hey, take it easy,” he said, his tone mixed with concern. “Don't worry, I wasn't looking either. Is your back alright? Seems like you took a harsh hit…” 

Surprised by his calm and concerned tone instead of a furious one, you looked up, only then realising how good-looking this man was. “M-my back’s fine.” you cringed at your stuttering. “I am so, so sorry about your shirt… May I pay for your dry cleaning? It was entirely my fault, I- I wasn't looking at all and now your shirt is wet and stained…” You grimaced at the big splotch on his shirt.

The man shook his head, an amused smile played on his lips. “As i said, don’t worry about it, or the dry cleaning. This shirt is old anyway." He picked up the empty cup near his shoes and tossed it into a nearby trash can. You watched his movement, your gaze slowly going up to his face. Despite his messy, bed-hair-styled hair, it looked somewhat flattering on him. The silver wristwatch shone, reflecting the sunlight rays as he tucked his hand into his pocket.

He looked up and down your appearance, clearly intrigued by the mud on your left sneaker, and how the documents that were stuffed crumpled in your bag would be soaked or had dirt on them. “Bad day, I assume?” he asked.

You nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, and this doesn't really make it better.”

A small moment of silence passed, but you don't miss how he went over your appearance. He thought how your pouty expression as you mulled over your bad luck was sorta cute, not to mention how respectful you were when you began apologising at a rapid speed, obviously feeling guilty that you had ruined his shirt. But his shirt was the least of his concerns then. 

“I think I know how you can repay me,” the man said as he took out a piece of paper and pen.

Your brows furrowed, curious as to what he began scribbling on the paper before handing it to you. “I hope you’re free this Friday. There’s a good restaurant in Shinjuku. Wouldn’t be fun to eat alone, though.”

Written in the paper was ‘Tetsuro Kuroo’, along with a phone number, presumably his. You looked up at him with a look of disbelief. “Yeah, I’m free,” you said, containing your excitement. Did you just manage to score a date with a really handsome guy just by spilling your drink over him? 

With a short chuckle, the man you now know as Kuroo, nodded. “Great. I’ll pick you up, then. Text me anytime.” 

Note: lets ignore the fact that Kuroo didn't asked for ur name… he found out what it was when you texted him later that day :p