Hi! I wanna start writing but I have no thoughts in my head. That's a lie, but seriously, I'm so tied between what character to write for. I may start with my favorite boy Shoji, and go from there. If yall have any ideas, please please please drop them in my ask box! Thank you! Keep an eye out for the shoji fic!
Summary: Who knew one compliment would turn Shoji's whole world on its head?
Warnings: Fluff, light angst, short, not proofread, gn!reader
"You should smile more, you have a lovely smile." The comment caught Shoji so off guard, he stopped in his tracks, doing a double take as you passed by. He wasn't even fully convinced his mind hadn't made it up to torment him over his crush on you.
"Did you say something?" He asked, paused in the hallway, tilting his head when you looked back at him with a warm smile.
"I said you have a lovely smile, Shoji." You repeated sweetly before turning back to go on your way.
Little did you know, that small compliment set Shoji's world on fire. When had you seen him without a mask? He couldn't for the life of him remember. He racked his brain trying to figure it out, deconstructing the praise until it turned onto an insult. Were you mocking him? You'd never do that, right?
Regardless, Shoji continued to stew on your comment for days. He began to avoid you, look over his shoulder, even when he knew he was alone, worried you might be spying on him. He was so paranoid.
"Shoji," You stood in front of him, his back against a wall- literally. "Are you mad at me?" You blinked up at him, head tilted slightly.
"W-Well-" He started, feeling heat creep up the column of his neck. "I-I..."
"I'm sorry if I did something to hurt your feelings, just tell me what it was so I don't do it again," you explained matter of factly. "I care about you, you're my friend and I want to make sure I'm not accidentally repeatedly hurting your feelings. You had always been a very straightforward person, not seeing the point in beating around the bush. This was the most efficient way to fix the issue in your mind.
Despite your frankness, Shoji was further confused by the conviction behind your words. You can't possibly be this oblivious to his reasons for avoiding you unless he'd misunderstood everything all along. "Y-You said I had a lovely smile..." He finally confessed, rigid against the wall, feeling silly for letting someone half his size pin him without even physically touching him.
"I'm sorry," you promptly apologize. "I didn't think saying so would upset you," you admit with a serious but kind expression. "I actually still don't but my mother always says 'it doesn't matter how your words hurt someone, if they do, you just apologize.'"
Your reaction caught him by surprise. So it wasn't a prank then. Boy, did he feel silly. He raised a dupli-mouth to explain, only to be interrupted by your index finger against his lips. "I don't have to understand how what I said hurt you, just that it did and that I shouldn't repeat it."
"Wait," he finally said, hands finding your shoulders, yanking away when you jump in surprise. "D-Did you mean it...?"
"Of course I did," you answered bluntly, peering up at him, relaxing under his touch. "I wouldn't have said it otherwise. I think you have a bright and genuine smile. It lights up my day when I see it."
You could almost see the blush rise up over the hem of his mask as he swallowed, eyeing you cautiously. "But you've even seen me without a mask," he argues weakly. "Y-You haven't have you?"
"No," you confirm, feeling the tension release from his muscles. "But I don't see what that has to do with it." Shoji was beginning to wonder if you were stupid, or if you were talking about his dupli-mouths when suddenly, you shifted, raising the textbook in your hands to cover your face from the nose down.
He couldn't keep from melting at the warm, kind grin that cracked across your face from behind the book. Though he couldn't see your lips, he didn't miss the way your eyes sparkled and the corners of your eyes crinkled, pushed up by your glowing cheeks. "When someone smiles, you can see it in their eyes." You explain, not that it was needed. Tucking the book under your arm, you reach up, fingertips brushing his tan skin, feeling just left of his eye. "You don't have crow's feet, so that means you don't smile often, or you didn't used to, at least. But I've noticed lately you smile a lot. I can tell because your eyes always light up when you do."
Shoji's breath hitched as you deconstructed him. Had you always been this smart? Or were you just really observant? "I don't know much about you, and that's okay," you continued. "But I know you must have had a time in your life where you didn't have anything to smile for." How could you possibly keep hitting the nail on the head? It unnerved him how you unknowingly unravelled all his secrets, giving him the warmest smile all the while.
"I said what I said because I wanted to know that I like your smile, and I appreciate seeing it," you gently reassure. "But I understand it made you uncomfortable, so I won't-"
"No, please," he finally choked out, glancing away nervously. "I-I don't want you to stop saying it." He finally confessed, confusing you further. "It...means a lot from you, and I'd like to hear it more often, actually..."
Your shoulders finally slump and you beam up at him, joy radiating from you as you nod in understanding. "I love your smile, Shoji, please let me see it more often!"
He had no idea what compelled him to do it, but he glanced around, checking that the coast was clear before reaching up and very briefly yanking his mask down, flashing a sunny grin, eyes closed and brows furrowed. It was the type of smile you'd seen multiple times on the likes of Kirishima or Kaminari, but never on Shoji.
Your eyes wet, you took him in, trying to memorize his visage for the few seconds he showed it. His smirk was all scar tissue and straight, perfect teeth. "Shoji..." you whispered, breath swallowed. "You're smile..."
For a moment, Shoji could feel the guilt of a grave mistake crawl up his back and sit on his shoulder like a little devil. His hands retracted from your shoulders finally and his fist balled anxiously.
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Mezo avoided being naked in public at all costs. Sure, he wasn't completely naked. He had clothing on. His bits and pieces were covered, but it didn't make him any less uncomfortable walking around without a mask. He refused, and he did all that he could to avoid any situation that required the loss of his mask. He did it all throughout his time in school, and it continued into his adult life. He wasn't going to terrify another person with his looks again. He knew how horrifying he looked. It took him years to overcome his fear and show you his looks. He knew fully that you would leave him once you saw him, but you didn't. You stayed, and you never once judged him for his appearance. In fact, you had complimented him, and it left him blushing.
It was summer, and you wanted to go for a swim. You knew well enough that Mezo wouldn't join. He wanted to, but he wouldn't. Water and his mask wouldn't go well together. Taking the mask off wasn't an option. So, you came up with the best solution that you could think of.
“Mezo.” You said as you stepped into the room that he was in.
He blinked and looked over at you. He was only slightly concerned that you had called him by his first name rather than the nickname that you had given him.
“Yes, love?”
“I want you to come with me.” You smiled happily as you took his hand.
He looked at you and followed after you as you led him to the bedroom.
“You should change into this.” You gestured to the swimsuit you had laid out on the bed for him.
He blinked and rubbed the back of his head in a nervous gesture. He walked over, picked up the outfit, and stepped into the bathroom to change. You stepped out of your clothing, and your swimsuit lay beneath it all.
When he finished and stepped out, he hesitated for a moment. He was surprised by how quickly you had changed, but he made no remark about it. He was nervous about what you had planned. You knew him well, and he knew you wouldn't do anything that he didn't like or was uncomfortable with. However, the situation was strange, and you weren't exactly explaining anything, not that he questioned it, so you couldn't answer the questions that he didn't ask. He looked at you, and you stepped closer, taking his hand in your own, and you began to lead him to another part of the house.
Inside the room was a pool and a hot tub. He looked around. There wasn't anything else in the room. No one would see either of you inside the room. He smiled slightly. You had found a way for him to swim without being seen by anyone. He could swim without his mask.
“Let's go swimming, unless you want to sit in the hot tub.” You asked as you looked up at him.
He blinked and looked at you. For a moment, you thought that he wasn't going to answer, or maybe he hadn't heard your question.
“The hot tub is fine. How did you manage all this?”
“It wasn't hard.”
“How did you do all of this without me noticing?”
“I waited until you were busy.” You said with a smile.
He smiled back. “I like the idea. Thank you.”
It would be the first time in many years that Mezo stepped foot inside a body of water.
He sat down in the hot tub, and you sat down next to him. The cold air in the room was a stark contrast to the hot water. You were almost cold. You moved closer to Mezo and laid your head on his shoulder. He moved and wrapped his arms around you.
“It's kind of cold here.” You said as you looked over at him.
“I could make it warmer.” He suggested as he looked at you.
You were slightly surprised by his remark. Mezo wasn't one to make sexual remarks like that. Then again, he was probably just suggesting that he get out and change the temperature for you.
“Or you could make me warmer.” You teased him.
Mezo's face lit up a bright red. He only slightly wished that he had his mask right now. He looked away, and then he looked back at you.
“Do you really want to?” He asked.
“Yes, I do.”
The corner of his lip lifted up into a smile.
“Come here.” He said quietly, but loud enough that you heard him just as easily.
You felt your face heat up as you moved your legs onto either side of his. He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know what to say. His eyes met yours. He was nervous about what to do next. Slowly, he moved his hand between your legs, and he began to stroke/rub you. You let out a moan and began to rock your hips back and forth. He felt himself harden, and he looked away for a brief moment as he continued to move faster. You continued to thrust your hips against him, letting out moans as you did. Your hand slid down his body and into his swim trunks. You took his hardened length and began to stroke him. He let out a quiet moan. You both continued to stroke each other until both of you had cum. His face was still as bright red as it was before anything had happened. You moved away and began to remove your swimsuit. His eyes watched you. He looked away. He felt his heart hammer in his chest. He swore you would have heard it, but you didn't. He moved and took his swim trunks off. He moved back to his spot.
“What do you want to do?” He asked as he looked at you, confused. He had never gone this far before.
“Just stay there, and I'll take it from here.” You said as you moved back onto his lap. He was still hard.
His eyes searched your face but found nothing but joy. You lined him up with your hole and slid him into you. Your hands are resting on his shoulders. His hands instinctively rested on your hips.
“Are you ready?” You asked him.
“Yes.”
Slowly, you began to move your hips up and down. He let out another small moan. You began to move your hips faster and harder. He thrust up into you, and you let out a moan. His face blushed even more than it had before. You continued going harder and faster. His hands helped you in case you needed them. His hips occasionally thrust up into you.
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Mezo was all too used to towering over everyone. He was tall, and he felt like a monster. His appearance didn't help the remark. He felt like a monster, and so many treated him like he was. His job required him to interact with people. He didn't want to, but it paid the bills, and he certainly needed the money to be able to live.
You were much nicer than anyone he had ever met. His former classmates had been nice, too, but that had been years ago. As an adult, he had yet to meet someone with the kindness that you had. He loved you, but he pushed his feelings to the side. Business was business, and how could you love someone like him? No one, but his family, loved him.
You came back to visit him, just for the purpose of visiting him. He was just trying to do his job, and you had forgotten that. He didn't ask you out because he wanted to keep things professional, but he wanted to. You were the one to ask, and when he didn't reply, you were afraid that you had bothered him. He was simply shocked that you thought of him like that. He accepted if you were serious, and after several months of dating, you both became a couple.
Then, after several years, things began to go further. He stood beside you in the kitchen. He saw something that he needed, and he moved around behind you to grab it. You turned around and looked up at him. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked. He looked down at you and saw you bite your lip.
“Sorry, I needed this.” He said, holding up the thing that he had needed.
“No, you're fine.” You said it quietly. He heard you just fine.
He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to comment on your appearance, but he had never seen the look you were giving him now. He placed the item back on the counter behind you. Your eyes slowly traveled up his body. He rubbed the back of his head nervously, and when he went to move his arm away from behind you, you grabbed his arm and stopped him. He didn't say anything, and you were the first to speak.
“I like you being taller than me. It's hot.”
He was blushing, and normally, he didn't wear his mask inside. He was comfortable being open around you. However, he wished more than he ever did before that he had his mask on. He was blushing, and you could see it. He wanted to disappear right then and there.
“D-do you want to take things further?”
“Yes.” You said with a small smile.
His hands grasped your hips, and he picked you up and placed you on the countertop. He was still taller than you, and you had to look up at him. His hands held your hips as he rubbed his hips between your legs. You let out a moan and placed your hands on his biceps. He continued to grind against you before moving away. You let out a small whine at the loss of contact.
“I'll be back; don't worry, babe.” He said as he began to remove his clothes. You removed yours, and just as promised, he was back in between your legs. His hand worked to stroke/rub you while you stroked him back. You both continued until you had both cum. Then he moved you so that he could slide his cock inside of you. You let out a moan, and he waited a moment. Letting you adjust to his size, he let out a moan as he felt you tighten around him. He waited, and when you were ready, he began to move his hips back and forth. He began to pick up the pace. Both of you were moaning. He continued to go at the pace that you wanted him to. His hands were gentle on your hips, as he didn't want to hurt you.
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Having a crush on Mezo, he wouldn't believe you when he heard the rumors. It wasn't possible that you could have a crush on somebody like him. He wouldn't say a word. He would seem either indifferent or uncaring. It was a terrible and cruel joke for you to be telling. Yet he wouldn't do anything about it. He would remain somewhat friendly. He wasn't hostile in any way. It just hurt that you would make him the subject of your jokes. He understood that his appearance was the reason you did it. When the joke turned from a few days to weeks into months; he started to doubt that they were merely jokes. A small part of him thought that maybe you were actually joking. Yet, the rumors have been kept for months? Surely, if it were a joke, it would have ended by now. He didn't want to confront you, but he did ask about the rumors. When you admitted that they were true, he was surprised. How could you love someone like him? He admitted he liked you the same way and wouldn't mind a date. If that's alright with you, if not, that's totally okay. He wouldn't blame you if you rejected him.
whenever I rewatch mha or tbhk I have this stupid problem of obsessing over Ian Sinclair’s voice acting (Mezo Shoji mha, Tsuchigomori tbhk) and I think I should probably get help bc of it but like
When he voices Tsuchigomori 😩🤌✨THE WAY IT GETS SO DEEP ALL OF A SUDDEN JUST MAKES ME SO EJFBJENGNJENG 🤭
