tags/warnings: more fanon class 1-a bc why would they not be all friends, 3rd years, cuddling, ojiro likes youuuuu ooooo 👀👀
a/n: ojiro my niche fav i luv him but tbh i wished this turned out better idk what i don’t like tho #bruh #bruh #bruhbruhbruhsahur
divider cred: @chrisssiren
Snuggling with Ojiro on the couch during a movie night because he’s just so warm and you’re just so sleepy, and he has to pretend like his heart isn’t about to burst out his chest at just how close you are.
For a good minute, he’s stiff as a board, breath hitching as your arms wrap around one of his, and your face pushes into the soft cotton of the hoodie he has on.
But then, he relaxes.
His back sinks into the couch cushions once more and his breathing returns to normal as he lets the mass of your body melt into him, returning the gesture with a sigh. His tail reacts on its own, flicking up and wagging before wrapping around your middle.
You giggle and he catches it, eyebrows raising while he looks down at you. It’s silly. You’ve always liked his tail, the same way Denki does, always braiding the soft fur at the tip of it and using it as a body pillow whenever the two of you hung out in his room.
“What?” He grins, whispering to you.
“Shhh…’movie..” you hush back, purposefully dodging having to give a real response.
Ojiro rolls his eyes playfully, tail thudding against your leg where it rests atop your thighs in a soft, retaliatory swat.
“Almost everyone is sleeping,” he argues back. “Do you really think Mina and Denki are gonna be bothered?”
And yes, he had a point. The two of them were currently perched up right by the TV–despite the concern expressed by Iida for their eyes, which you could bet were probably now very dry and red.
“Okay, but…”
“But what? Hm?” He leans down closer, the tips of your noses almost touching.
“Mashirao..” you mumble, caught slightly off guard, but you save it, clinking your foreheads together, causing him to laugh, airy and light, all his teeth showing as he shakes his head in faux disapproval.
“You’re so…nevermind.” Ojiro murmurs, trailing off. His tail tenses to pull you tighter against him. “Just watch the movie,” he tells you, sighing. He thanks the darkness of the commons for hiding the flush on his face and the red on the tips of his ears, and he hopes for nothing more than for the night to continue this way, because he doesn’t know if he’d find the strength in himself to get up and move now that the two of you were tangled up like this.
Ojiro shifts, pressing his face against the top of your head as his eyes train onto the bright TV screen in front, his brain processing nothing more than changing colors and silhouettes since the only thing he’s really paying attention to is you.
Ojiro notices quickly how your breathing has deepened, your breaths no longer shallow, no longer matching with the little micro reactions you’d give whenever you watched anything, so he knows you aren’t watching anymore–you’re fast asleep.
And of course you are. How could you not fall asleep? Tucked into Ojiro’s side the way you were, with him smelling like fresh laundry and warm oats and honey from that soap he uses, how his breath tinged with the scent of buttered popcorn that was scarfed down within the first thirty minutes of the night. Everything about him was so…solid, comforting in a way that made you feel all warm inside.
Ojiro stares down at you, at your fist that clutches onto his hoodie, at your head that’s now lolled forward and fallen to his chest, at your parted mouth that huffs out small wisps of air with each of your breaths. So freaking pretty.
Waiting for Ojiro Mashirao to come home to cuddle.
Fluff! Timeskip!Ojiro x Bubbly!Gf
Nonchalant!bf x Chalant!gf
NOT PROOFREAD!⚠️
Its in the afternoon, roughly around 7:30 pm. The window beside your shared bed is shining down beams of light on your face and you can’t seem to take a nap. Somethings missing and it’s affecting you from getting some shut eye.
“ughgh i cant seem to fall asleep, what’s happening to mee!!”
You scream outloud. Your boyfriend isn’t home yet and you have nothing else to do. You try and count the things you’ve done already to cure your boredom, “I washed the dishes, cleaned the floors, did the laundry, put the clothes away, what else is there for me to do?” You sigh loudly. Thankfully Ojiro’s coming back around 8 or so. But still, its still a long time!
You walk over to the ground and sit infront of the clock just waiting for the time to pass. Your innocent eyes just staring down the clock, hoping it’ll go by faster. Minutes feel like HOURS. Eventually you get bored and just go on your phone to call Ojiro.
After a few seconds he picks up! Your eyes widen.
“Hi Ojiroooo!”
“Hi Y/N. Is everything okay? Why’d you call so suddenly? He responds in a questioning manner.
“Nothin’ really. Just wanted to hear your voice.”
You can tell his face is turning red through the phone.
“When are you coming back home?” Even though you know DAMN well the exact time hes coming back. Whatever it takes to continue the conversation i guess?
“You should know this by now.” He chuckles in a playful tone.
“But I’ll be coming home around 8:10ish?”
“I need you Ojirooo!! come home quicker okay baby? Love youu”
“I love you too cutie. Now i’ve gotta go back to training, see you in about 20 minutes okay?”
“Okay bye ojirooo!”
Call ended. 7:52 pm
You press the red button and scroll to tiktok. A video pops up and it plays a couple showing ways to cuddle.*what a coincidence!!* Your eyes light up,
“Maybe I can try these with ojiro to see if it’ll help me sleep better!
Ojiros car pulls up to the driveway. Once he parks his car, he starts walking up the stairs and pulls his keys out. You pause the video and run as fast as you can to the door and hide behind it so you could spook him.
“Y/N i’m home!!” He yells out
Silence.
“Y/N??”
You can hear the confused worried tone as he screams out your name.
“OJIROO”
You jump out from behind the door and tackle him to the ground. His face is SOOO flustered and red when he looks down and realizes your boobs are smooshed on his chest, giving him the perfect view of your sternum. He looks EVERYWHERE but there after witnessing it, you both pause for a second.
“Oh my gosh are you okay Ojiro?? Your face is so red!!”
“Y-yeah im fine.. Are you?” his voice cracking.
Ojiro sits up and sits there with his eyes closed for a second, just rethinking what just happened. While he’s daydreaming, you get up and grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom. His feet are dragging on the ground while you walk him there.
“I haven’t been able to sleep and I think I have a solution, it requires you though.” You giggle menacingly.
“Uh okay I guess.. Whatever you want to do I guess.”
You open the door, shut off the light, and run straight to the bed. He didn’t even get to change yet before you dragged him in the bed. He groans when he lays on top of you, just casually resting all his weight onto you. Now you see, you’re not complaining since he smells SO good and he’s what you’ve been missing all day. But, YOU CAN’T BREATHE.
“O-ojiro.. I can’t b-breathe!!” Muffled underneath him.
“OH SORRY I WAS JUST SO COMFORTABLE..” He yelled out while jumping off you.
“It’s okay I enjoyed it actually haha! Now come over here I wanna cuddle.” You giggle.
He rolls over next to you and he’s basically like a log, his arms to his side and legs straight. He’s breathing hard and his face is REDD.
You wrap one leg over his legs and wrap both of your arms around his neck. His breathing is uncontrolled and shaky. Just thinking about how awkward and shy he is just makes you giggle!
Few minutes later
He’s completely relaxed and has his tail wrapped around your thigh. His arms? They’ve already been wrapped around your waist. His face is buried in your neck and smelling your scent. The strawberry vanilla scent he had bought for you on your birthday. One of your hands is caressing his hair, while the other is still on his neck. The both of you are just enjoying the moment and relaxing in each other’s arms.
He kisses your temple and goes back to sleep.
Guys this is my first time EVER writing a fanfic lol i’m new to this so if you could, please comment some tips, tyy!
MHA Mashirao Ojrio x Support Student!Reader - Magnum Opus
Summary: Ojiro drops by the support lab to check on the new suit he ordered, only to get much more than he requested in the order form.
Warnings: Fluff, pining, long, not proofread, afab!reader, slight innuendo
Ojiro paused at the door to the support class lab. The last time he was here to get his gi mended, he had to deal with Hatsume in all her spastic glory which, admittedly kept him from getting his costume updated much longer than he should have. Finally, he was told that if he didn't get something new, he'd be benched from his work-study, leading him to fill out a request form.
Knocking lightly on the door, he held his breath, releasing it when he heard a soft "Come in!" from within. Slipping inside, he looked around, taking in the mess. "Uh, good afternoon..." He called, unnerved when he couldn't immediately find the owner of the voice in the cluttered lab.
"Hiya, what can I do for you?" You chirped from a desk in the back corner, eyes not leaving the fabric you were feeding through a large sewing machine.
Finally finding you, he stepped closer, smiling at the way your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth and your magnifying goggles enarged your eye. "I'm not sure actually." He admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, waiting to be noticed.
"You need a mend, equipment, or a costume request form?" You asked, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "We're currently back up on new orders so if you're wanting something new it'll be a few weeks 'til it's done."
"None of the above?" He answered with a nervous laugh. "I put in an order last month and I was hoping to check on it, if that's fine?"
The mention of having already ordered something prompted your eyes to flicker to the client. You paled, immediately recognizing it as your longtime crush. "Oh my gosh!" You gasped, standing and hitting your head on the arm of your oversized desk lamp. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude!"
Ojiro hissed, wincing at your bump to the head, stepping forward to reach out. "No, no, I'm the one who should apologize for disturbing you! Is your head alright?"
"I'm fine!" You insisted, rubbing the crown of your head. "I was actually hoping you'd stop by! I thought about ringing for you, but I know you hero track students are pretty busy, so I didn't want to be a bug!"
He simply chuckled lightly, watching you bustle about the studio in a rolling chair. "I'm glad I came by when I did, then. But for the record, you could have called for me anytime."
"I'll keep that in mind!" You chirped, rolling back and forth. "Have a seat, I'll pull your file." As he sat at the empty table you pointed to, you rolled up to it, pushing your goggles up onto your head, giving you an even more adorably disheveled look. Setting the file down, you began to sift through it, pulling out various photos, forms, and sketches.
"So," you began, turning a few pages toward him. "I noticed you pretty much just reordered your original gi with an added pair of light blue gloves, are you married to that idea?"
The question took him by surprise, making his heart drop. He liked the simplicity of his original suit and the thought of changing it made him nervous. Not just that, but the question hinted at the notion that his order hadn't even been started yet after almost a month. "Why do you ask?" He questioned cautiously.
"Well, I've been studying some photos taken by field reporters and I noticed a few things," I say, pointing to a few candid photos of him in battle. "It seems like your gi always tears in the same places when you stretch. Do you know what that means?"
Ojiro blinked at you, confusion scribbled all over his face. "No?"
"It means wearing a gi does nothing for you." You explained, shuffling through the pages to find a diagram of his current suit. "It's purely cosmetic. The only advantage it gives you is that it's lightweight but, again there are much lighter materials out there that are twice as durable. Besides, you requested weighted accessories, so that defeats the entire purpose."
"So, what are you suggesting?" He asked, brows furrowed and shiny black eyes darting up to meet yours.
"I took the liberty of redesigning your suit to better fit your quirk and fighting style." You smirked confidently, laying a few sketches down in front of him. "The biggest change would be this body suit." You said, tapping a finger against the throat of the drawing. "It's total coverage from your neck to your feet incase of wardobe malfuntions, which seem to be an often occourance in your case." You giggle, not missing the way his cheeks flush. "It's made from a spandex and carbon fiber blend, so it's going to be pretty druable, and it'll stretch with you and still retain it's shape."
The young hero sat silent, looking over the new design, admittedly flattered by the way the sleek black material looked on him in the drawing. "Why black, though?"
"It doesn't have to be black," You answered, shrugging. "Stylistic choice. The white of the gi washes you out and this tan fur on the shoulder gets lost in your hair and tail, see?" You explain, showing him pictures that make him look much paler that he actually was. "A pop of black would break up the light colors and make you look overall more harmonious."
"I see..." He trailed, having never thought of how he looked in certain colors.
"I also in corporated this light blue you requested on the gloves and used it as an accent on the collar and a few other places." You finished, desperate for his feedback, practically rocking in your seat. "So, what do you think?"
"I-I don't know what to say, honestly..." He admitted sheepishly. "But can I be frank?"
"Of course!" You bit your cheek, thinking he'd tell you he hated the idea. "It's your suit, afterall. Your comfort and satisfaction is my absolute top priority!"
"Well..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is great and all, but it all looks awefully expensive, and as long as I'm out of a suit, I'm out of a job. The agency only gave me so much of a budget, so the rest of the cose would be out of pocket." He explained, heart stings tugged by the disappointment on your face. "I-I like it, don't get me wrong!" He soothed, holding his hands up defensively. "I just really don't think I can afford something so high-tech, and I don't really have time to wait for something so intricate."
"I'm not charging you for it," You blinked, a bit confused as to why he'd assume he'd have to pay for it.
"W-What?" He asked, taken back, tail sticking straight up like a spooked cat. "But why?"
"Equipment made by sudents is always free to other students and staff." You explain with a kind smile, fond of the excited grin on his face.
"That's awesome! So wait-" He paused. "How long is this gonna take?" He asked, stilling himself. He didn't want to get his hopes up.
"I should have it done by the end of tomorrow if all goes right." You answer, matter of factly, pulling all the pappers toward you and organizing them.
"You can do it in a day?" He nearly gasped, tail wagging lightly, despite his best efforts to keep it still. "That's increadible!"
Your interest piqued at his exclainmation and the wonder in his eyes almost made you feel guitly for laughing. "In a day? No!" You snorted. "I've been working on this since the day you turned your forms in."
He wasn't sure why, but the thought of you working tirelessly on something nice for him warmed his cheeks. He didn't even know your name off the top of his head, let alone that he'd been so heavily on your mind for so long. "Wait, you said you weren't going to charge me, does that mean a student is making it?" You nodded, pointing to yourself.
"This is the first big project I'm handling on my own. It's going to be a benchmark to see if I'm ready to become a fully fledged member of the support team." You admitted with a bashful smile, closing the file and holding it to your chest. "I wanted to do my very best on it."
Ojiro smiled down at you, clearly seeing how much the redeisgn meant to you. In all honesty, he hadn't been crazy for it at first. It was so complex and busy, definately not what he was used to. But he couldn't possibly tell you no after all the work you'd put into it.
"Of course, I've already remade your original gi as requested, so if you don't like it..." You offered, a tinge of saddness in your voice.
Looking over the design again, his shoulders slumpedas it began to grow on him. "Don't be silly, I love it."
"Really?" You gasped, beaming and leaning in a bit too close.
"Really..." He sighed, backing up with a nervous chuckle. "Can I try it on when it's ready?" He asked, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction.
"You can try it on now!" You chirped enthusiastically before realizing you were becoming too hyper and calming yourself down a tad. "If you want, that is."
"I'd love to," Ojiro laughed airily at your antics, watching you jump out of your seat and scurry over to a back room. When you reemerged, you luged a large trunk in your arms that resembled a high-tech instrument case. You set it on the table with a victorious grin, undoing the latches and opening it very carefully.
"Oh wow..." He breathed, eyes widening was the light his costume which was presented on a clear mannequin. He could see the hexagonal stitching of the black body suit up close now, and the sky blue oriental details scattered throuout. The gi stayed largely the same, save for appearing to have looser sleeves and legs. The tuft of tan fur the kep on his shoulder now wrapped around his neck to the other lapel, giving off the appearance of a lion's mane. The look was tied together with a belt sililar to his old one, boots, and fingerless gloves, all black with that blue accent.
You stood behind the case waiting to be showered with praise for your hard work, his amazement stroking your ego tremendously. "I'm sorry, I'm just at a loss for words." He confessed, dark eyes shining brighter by the second. He couldn't believe someone he barely knew when to all this trouble over him. "T-This is increadible, thank you."
"No need to thank me, just doing my job!" You bluffed, your hunger for praise satiated as you shut the case and locked it, handing it to him by the handle. "Now go try it on so I know it fits!"
Gently, you budged him toward the other side of the room where the fitting room was. In reality, it was an open cubical with a thin curtain to protect the modesty of the occupant. Ojiro couldn't have the chance to resist, his face flushing when he realized what you wanted. He was already nearly inside the cubical, shoved by you, jittering with excitment. "Whoa, alright, alright!" He relented, flashing you an uneasy look before drawing the curtain behind him.
"Just call me if you need anything!" You chirped, giving him space and returning to your desk to work on your earlier project.
"Will do," He called back, not actually intending to ask for help, even if he did find himself needing some. Setting the case down on the floor and leaning it against the wall, he sighed, looking over himself critically in the full body mirror. He kicked himself to a greeing to wear something so skin tight, dreading having to see himself in that damned body suit.
However weary he was, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to speak up, imagining the face you might pull if rejected. It could even have the potential to make you cry, and he couldn't think of anything worse rthan having to live with knowing he made someone who worked this hard for him shed a tear- not even wearing a suit he didn't like. With another heavy sigh, he sat on the bench, kicking out of his shoes, and shedding the blazer of his school uniform. Hanging it on the hook, he began to undo his tie, and then the buttons of his shirt.
Outside, you ran your sewing machine without a care in the world, the loud buzzing of the mecahnical workings music to your ears. You hummed happily, feeling the bright red fabric through the machine, finally starting on another young hero's order. It was due to this noise, you didn't hear Ojiro's nearly silent plea for help.
This was just fantastic, he thought. Here he was, in nothing but a body suit and blushed cheeks, fighting the zipper that rested between his sacral dimples. Initially, he was solid in his resolve to not ask for help, but the tiniest hint of a rip made him freeze and think better of himself. "H-Hey, um, miss?" He asked, poking his head out of the curtain.
"(Y/N)," You giggled, looking up, a bit saddened that he didn't walready know your name. "Whatcha need?" You asked, suprised at the flustered state he was in. "Need some help?" His shoulders slumped from behind the curtain and he nodded with a relieved smile.
"The zipper's stuck and I can't reach it..." He mumbled, slipping back into the cubical when he was sure you were headed his way. You chuckled to yourself, making your way over, pressing a palm to the doorframe.
"I'm coming in, are you decent?" You asked with a sympathetic sweetness in your voice.
"Not as much as I'd like to be but go ahead," He accepted sheepishly, stepping closer to the mirror, facing it with his hands balled infront of him. It wasn't that he pegged you for a pervert, but this body suit really didn't leave anythign to the imagination.
Drawing back the curtain a bit, you went to step inside, stopping short when you caught a glimpse of him. Ojiro stood before you barefoot in that skin tight suit you'd spent weeks designing and bringing to life, glancing so shyly over his shoulder. The junction of the suit stopped underneath his tail and started again with a zipper above. The rest of his back up to his nape was bare tense under your gaze. You'd known from the photos you studied that he was muscular but none of those pictures did him justice. It was obvious he took his phisique increadibly seriously, considering her was built like a greek god.
"M-My hands might be a bit cold..." You whispered, stepping closer, shaking yourself out of your trance. He winced, jumping a bit when your fingertips grazed his burning skin, just between his dimples of Apollo. "S-Sorry..." You stammered, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not how his muscles flexed at your touch. You quickly identified the problem. The two sides came together like a jacket to accomadate his tail, which meant they had to be lined up exactly so, and in his haste, Ojiro had misalligned the pieces. You simply unjammed the zipper before whispering. "It's fixed, do you want me to zip it for you?"
He nodded timidly, worried if he tried it he'd get it stuck again. To his relief, he began to feel tghe garmet closing as your icy fingers trailed up his spine, resting at his nap as you tucked the zipper away. You then ran a fingertip back down, pressing the closure, ensuring that the void of black that was his back was seamless.
"You're all good," you mumbled, stepping out of the cubical. "Just suit of as normal and let me know if you need anymore help." You were so relieved to be out of there and away from him. You could feel the heat radiating off your face as youy scurried over to the refuge of your sewing desk.
Just as you had begun to calm down, you heard the distinct sound of the curtain hooks sliding on the rod, and Ojiro stepped out, fully dress and looking even more handsome in your deisngn than you ever intneded him to be. Frantically, you jumped up from the desk, red faced all over again, pepering him with questions.
"How does it feel? Too tight, too loose?' You interrogated himm, circling him with a pad and pencil, taking notes on every detail you could find. "Anything itchy? Any sensory issues? Any complaints?"
"No," He laughed contentedly, stretching a bit and pulling a few stances that were typical of his fighting style. "It feels great actually. I thought I'd hate the feeling of the body suit against the gi, but I can hardly feel it at all! It's so lightweight!"
Speaking of weight, a heavy one fell off your shoulders at his affirmations. "How's the fit?" You ask, a relieved smile cracking across your face.
"It's perfect, how'd you get the measurements so close?" He asked, shifting the sleeve of the gi to pinch the body suit form his forearm, as if to demonstrate how flawless it was.
You dismissed his praise bashfully, scribbing in your notes. "I-It was easy," you insisted, knowing well it took nearly a week to calculate his growth ratio from the last measurements he'd taken. "Not even worth explaining."
"Well, you nailed it," He gushed, rushing his gloved fingers through the fur on his shoulders. "Thank you, this is all perfect."
"I'm so glad you like it." You beamed, heart swelling with pride. "Would you like any alterations to be made before I put on the finishing touches?"
"Actually, there is one thing," He admitted sheepishly, feeling ungrateful for even mentioning it. "I requested a weighted belt, this one feels pretty light."
"Oh, how could I forget!" You gasped playfully, stepping closer to him, grabbing him by the knot in his belt. Nibble fingers undid the knot and you slipped the ribbon off him, thgrowing it over your shoulder like it was nothing. Meanwhile, for the nth time today, Ojiro was reduced to a wide eyed, blushing mess.
Taking the belt with you, you pretending not to notice the top to his gi falling open, hanging at his sides, or the way his flustered stare followed you over to a nearby shelf. Digging into a box labeled 'M. Ojiro', you pulled out a small device before stepping over to your desk, laying the sash out flat.
Your client waited with baited breath as you ripped a seam abnd slipped a small disk into each end before sewing them back up. You then took the device and pried it in half, and then again into fourths. He paled, thinking you migght have broken it, but it all began to make sense when you began to attach the pieces to the sash. "There we go," You smiled, standing up and walking back over.
You pink cheeks, you wrapped your arms around his waist to position the belt, fingertips brushing his toned abdomen when you held his shirt in place. Finally, you tied the belt off, knoting it exactly like he had. Immediately, Ojiro could feel the weight shift in his center of gravity, putting a smile on his face. "Better?"
"Much better," He smiled, jagged canines gleaming in the energy efficient lighting.
"The weights on your belt are magnetic for easy removal," You begin to explain, lifting one of the ends and demonstrating how to detatch them. "They're made of steel and vaulcanized rubber," You say, reattaching them, before holding out your hand, wanting his. You continue explaining when he sets his hand in yours. "Your golves are made of that same spandex-carbon fiber blend and padded with rubber and steel on the palms, wrists, and knuckles. This adds weight to them like you requested, and it packs a punch."
"Damn..." He mouthes, balling his other fist, marveling at the small shiny circles on his nuckles.
"Your boots are also fitted with vaulcanized rubber soles and steel toes." You finish, pleased with the astonished expression on his face.
"Well, I can't thank you enough, (Y/N)," He grins, admiring himself. "Really, is there anyway I coluld repay you?"
You pause for a moment, weighing your options. You could ask for payment in the form of a date, but ultimately, if he didn't have feelings for you, that wouldn't go anywhere positive. "No, you don't have to do anything for me, you're appreciation is enough."
He gives you a sympathetic smile. "Are you sure there's nothing I could give you?"
"It was a labor of love," You sighed still cradling his hand, thumb brushuing over his steel knuckles. Qucikly you realized how your words could be mistaken and drop his hand. "L-Love for my job, that is!" He huffed out a laugh at your reaction. "S-So, was there anything else you needed or...?"
"Nope, I think that just about settles me," He replied with a kind smile, one you'd adored for so long now.
"Well, go ahead and change then," You suggested sadly. "I'll finish the alterations and have it read by tomorrow evening."
"Sounds great, I'll be by tomorrow." He nodded, turning back to the dressing room, leaving you alone with your jumbled thoughts. Before you have the chance to sort them, he's reemerging in his uniform, tie hung aroun his shoulders, undone, carrying his blazer and the garment case in his arms. "Thanks again, seriously."
You simply nodded, taking the case from him. "Anytime..." An awkward silence settled between the two of you and you knew the interaction was drawing to a close. "W-Well, I've got a lot of work to do, and I'm sure you're very busy, so..."
"I won't take up too much more of your time," He smiled sweetly, raising a hand up to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. "Forgive me for saying so but, your kindness and dedication to your craft is inspiring. It's so refreshing to see someone with the best interest of others at heart."
"Y-You think so?" You swooned, falling completely for his newfound charm.
"Mhm," He hummed fondly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. "I think it makes you special." He addmitted happily. "Now, did you have something you wanted to ask me?"
How could he have possibly known? You hadn't exactly been subtle about your feelings, but surely you hadn't be that obvious, right? "I did but," You stammered, looking away timidly. "If you had something to ask me, you can go first..."
"Ladies first," Ojiro smirked, not a hint of condisention anywhere on him. "Then I'll go."
You silently cursed him, taking a shaky breath to ground yourself before shly peeking up at him. "If I'm so special, could someone like me ever have a chance with someone like you?"
His kind smile seemed to grow at your question as he inched closer. "I think any kind of person would count their lucky stars to have a chance with someone like you."
His words put honeyglow in your cheeks and you couldn't contain the joy that seemed out through the grin that cracked across your face. "That's probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard..." You gushed gleefully. "What were you going to ask?" You wondered with a knowing expression, praying you hadn't misread his intentions.
"Well..." He trailed, suddenly shy again after having upheld this charming facade for too long. "I-I was wondering if, since you went to such lengths for me..." He swallowed, trying to force the words that were stuck in his throat out. "I-If you'd let me take you out...?"
"Like on a date?!" You gasped, lunging forward, collecting his hands in yours and holding them to your chest.
"M-Mhm..." He nodded sheepishly, cheeks ears blushed. "I just think you're really sweet and I'd like to get to know you better..."
"I'd love to!" You joyously accept, throwing your arms around his neck, unable to contain your enthusiams any longer. To your delight, you could feel his arms snake around your middle. "But it'll have to wait a few days,"
"Why's that?" Ojiro asked, quirking a brow as he pulled away slightly to look at you.
"If you want your suit done by tomorrow, I have to knuckle down and finish it before I do anything else." You snickered, beaming up at him.
He thought for a moment. "if you ended your work day right now and we went out, how far would that set you back?"
"You'd probably be looking at Friday for pick up." You answer, glancing up as you fact check yourself. "Yeah, that's right."
With a sigh, his shoulders slumped. "What kind of ice cream do you like?"
"What about your suit?" You laughed, scrunching up your nose as his nudged against it and his tail wound around your ankle.
Having a best friend who is training to be a Pro Hero is all fun and games, until you try to surprise them and they flip their Quirk at you.
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It had been ages since you’d seen your best friend!
You grew up on the same street, just two houses down, and you were literally joined at the hip since the moment you met. But of course, Denki had to go and fulfill his dream of becoming a Pro Hero - and the fact that he got accepted at U.A. was just more proof that he had whatever Pro Heroes needed to become Pro Heroes.
It had become rather lonely, though, because school just wasn’t the same without him by your side. So when Denki called to let you know they were all going to the mall, you’d grabbed your stuff and raced for the bus, letting him know you’d meet him there.
The mall was as busy as ever. You passed some of his classmates, recognizing them from seeing them on TV. There was Iida, who made a fool of himself going against that pink-haired girl. You spotted Bakugo and made sure to pass him in a wide berth. And there was also that cute blond guy who had refused to take his spot because he hadn’t made it through the Cavalry by himself or something like that.
That’s when you spotted Denki, just a few steps behind Cute-Blond-Guy whose name you’d forgotten.
You sneaked through the decorative plants, using your Chameleon Quirk to disguise yourself until you were close enough and-
-slapped your hands over his eyes from behind.
“Guess who it is?!”
The shock going through you was instantaneous and intense. You could smell burnt hair and taste blood as you slumped back, could hear Denki’s voice too but it sounded far away and distorted, like you’d sunken to the bottom of a pool.
“Oh shit, no, I’m sorry, I wasn’t… Ojiro, help me!”
“Why me? What have you done anyway?”
“This is my best friend! I just freaked and shocked her. If anyone suspects I used my quirk in public, I could get in serious trouble.”
“Yeah, no joke. I mean look at her, it’s pretty obvious that you used your Quirk. Look at her hair!”
Something soft brushed against your cheek. Was that fur? You lunged for it, grabbed it and pulled it closer, cuddling against it.
“Puppy.” You sighed. The Puppy didn’t seem to mind.
“W-Wha-What?”
“Just let her cuddle your tail, Ojiro, it’s fine, right? I do it all the time.”
“T-Tha-That’s kinda different.”
“Oh, it’s because she’s cute, right? Yeah, she’s single too, you know. If you want her numb-”
“Kaminari! Ojiro! What is going on here? I demand answers!”
“Oh, Class Rep… How nice of you to check on us. This is my best friend. I think she’s got some problems with her blood sugar.”
“Blood sugar? Are you insinuating that she’s diabetic? Do we need to call the paramedics?”
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Your vision cleared a little. Above you, Denki was blubbering about something, hands waving frantically through the air.
Next to him was the cute blond guy, blushing for some reason as he stared at the floor.
And directly in front of the two was Iida, hands hacking through the air as he talked about rules and regulations and… the importance of good nutrition?
“Hey.” You reach out and pull Denki’s pants. “What happened?”
“You, uh, tripped and fell.” He says, winking at you.
“Oh, not again.” You play along. “I seriously need some new glasses. I am so glad I tripped right in front of you, it would have been so awkward with no one there who knows me.”
“You might have a concussion!” Iida rattles on. “You were unresponsive for quite some time. It was very noble of you, Ojiro, to aid your tail for stabilization.”
“Tail?” You ask, as Ojiro - so that’s cute blond guy’s name - blushes even more, the pink turning into a deep scarlet.
“You’re cuddling Ojiro’s tail.” Denki points out, the grin on his face big enough to let you know you’ll never live that down.
You turn your head to the side, expecting an obedient puppy. But there is no puppy.
“I am so so so so so sorry!” You blubber out as you let go of Ojiro’s tail and pull yourself up by grabbing fistfuls of Denki’s trousers and using him as leverage.
He’s not too happy about it, but he keeps his mouth shut because he knows what’s best for him.
“I-I wasn’t… I wasn’t thinking, I…”
“I’m thinking you should get him a drink.” Denki looks smug now. “As compensation. You should get some treat for yourself anyway, raise your blood sugar, you know. There’s a bakery right at the corner. Me and Iida will go and look after the rest of our classmates, right, Iida?”
“That is a formidable idea!”
Seconds later, you’re left alone with Ojiro.
“So… a drink? It’s on me, I promise.”
He nods. “But you should do something about your hair. I mean, it’s a look, but people might start to ask questions.”
“What do you me-” You spot your reflection in the glass door of a store. “I’m gonna kill Denki. For real this time.”
Shinsou Hitoshi and Ojiro Mashirao (Separate) x GN! Reader
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Hitoshi:
When you defended him.
It was lunchtime when it happened. You were walking back to your table, food in hand when you heard the obnoxious voice of the one and only Monoma Neito. Normally, you'd ignore him and keep walking. Being in the same class as him forced you to be able to tune his voice out, but when you heard him say something about "dropping out" and "villainous" you decided that you'd interfere just this once.
Coming up behind him you see that he had trapped the kid with the brainwashing quirk from the sports festival (you think his name was Shinsou?) at his table. "Care to explain yourself, Monoma?"
Your voice causes him to jump. Shinsou was also taken aback, though he hid it far better.
"Y/n-Chan! I was just telling Shinko here" -You vaguely hear a grumbled 'it's ShinSOU'- "how it'd be better for both him and everyone if he left UA; with such an evil quirk-"
You don't wait for him to finish before you're pulling him face to face by his necktie.
"Listen here and listen good Monoma. I don't know what makes you think you're so much better than everyone else, but -news flash- you're not. In fact, since you want to talk shit and tell everyone how they're beneath you, how about I give you some stats: You're not even in the top 10 of our class. How's that for being bottom of the barrel? Maybe work on your own abilities -or lack thereof- instead of belittling others. People might actually like you then."
You let him go before turning to Shinsou. His mouth is open, staring at you with shock. "Grab your tray, you're eating with me today."
Mashirao:
(pls I love him so much it hurts🥺)
When you partnered with him for a project.
"-projects are due next week on Wednesday. You're expected to spend class time as well as time off working on them. Partner up and shut up; anyone who wakes me automatically fails."
The bell rings, officially releasing Class 1A from Aizawa's seemingly permanently harsh stare.
Mashirao collects his things before filing out the door like his classmates. He's walking with Shoji through the halls when he hears what sounds like his name. Thinking he's just hearing things due to the loud, crowded halls, he returns to their conversation.
Until he hears it again, much closer.
He stops to turn to the person calling him only to be barreled into. Out of instinct he reaches out to catch whoever rammed into him.
Steadying you, Mashirao barely has time to register your form scrambling backward before you're bombarding him with apologies.
You bow an almost perfect 90 degrees as you ramble. "Oh, my god, I am so sorry Ojiro-kun! I was trying to catch up to you guys and wasn't expecting you to stop walking and-"
"Hey, it's alright, really. I don't think you would have almost knocked yourself to the ground on purpose." He cuts you off before you talk yourself into passing out.
Your mouth snaps shut, and you stand there silent for a beat before Shoji breaks the silence. "I'm... gonna go ahead and save us a seat in the cafeteria..."
With that Mashirao and you are left in the mostly empty hallway.
Another beat of silence passes through before he asks, "So, what'd you need me so urgently for?"
He's smiling but you still look embarrassed.
"I... I was wondering ifyoudbemypartnerfortheproject!"The last part of your sentence is mumbled, not unlike Midoriya when he gets in his own head.
"...Sorry?"
"I was wondering if you'd be my partner for the project?"
To say he was surprised would be an understatement. You were in the top 5 in class. Not to mention you're one of the most popular students in the entirety of the hero course. Why would you want to partner with someone like him?
He wouldn't mind getting to know you better, so he doesn't dwell on it.
"Sure! When do you wanna get started?"
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You are probably one of the best partners he's had to work with. You actually pull your weight with the project -adding your own ideas and opinions when necessary, all while not being a total stick in the mud. You ask for his thoughts on things and don't completely take over either.
You are also insanely attractive he notes pretty much from the get-go.
The way you laugh at his corny jokes doesn't help at all. Neither does the way you lightly smack his arm when he acts like a dork or the way that you furrow your eyebrow in confusion or pump your fist with a small 'yes!' when you finally figure that thing that's been eluding you.
warnings: virgin reader, crying, slight mention of a breeding kink kinda
a/n: i'm so sorry this request took so long it was supposed to be finish wayy earlier but i hope you enjoy :) also can you believe i can't find a single good manga header of ojiro
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ojiro was pretty different from all the other boys in class. he wasn't thirsted over by the girls in other classes nor did he catch a lot of attention from anyone. except you of course.
ever since you joined class 1A the boy with the fluffy tail has always caught your attention. he was a pretty nice person and you wanted to get to know him better. luckily, you usually get paired with ojiro in group activities and during training.
as time passed, the two of you grew feelings for each other. however neither of you gathered up the courage to confess to each other. ojiro wasn't sure whether you liked him at all, despite hagakure constantly trying to tell him you do. you on the other hand worried the fact that ojiro doesn't like boys at all, he never looked interested in the girls when kaminari and mineta thirsted over them, let alone boys.
one day, ojiro mustered up the courage to confess to you after class, with hagakure's pep talk of course. after a lot of stutters and a lot of blushing from the both of you, you guys began to date.
ojiro was a really caring boyfriend. always looking out for you, if you were tired, if you needed food, have you drank enough, y'know, all that stuff.
one day after class, the two of you walked out of classroom to find a couple from a different class making out. they didn't notice you so you guys just walked away and pretended like nothing happened. the way home was a little awkward this time. the truth is, despite being in a relationship for so long, neither of you have ever initiated to try and make out or have sex. it's not that you've never thought of it. you've thought doing it with ojiro and how his face would look while he's inside you.
people sometimes mistake you for the innocent type, you weren't innocent you just weren't experienced. you're a 3rd year afterall how could you not know about sex or and things along those lines.
"well that was kinda awkward huh?" ojiro said with his hand behind his head.
"yah haha, that was… a little awkward."
both of you averted your eyes from each other and stayed silent. you were contemplating about asking ojiro about his thoughts on, y'know having sex at all that.
"h-hey babe?" you asked.
"yes! what is it?"
"can we try… having sex?"
ojiro blushed a little being suprised you asked him about this. he wasn't against the idea of course, he'd more than gladly be your first and preferably your last. he agreed to your request and the two of you quietly headed to ojiro's bedroom after the two of you returned to the dorms.
ojiro held you in his arms while you sat on his lap facing towards him. you didn't know what exactly to do so you let your boyfriend lead the way. his tongue intertwined with yours, it felt warm and soft, not the type of kiss that makes you feel like suffocating but the type with care, making sure to not overwhelm your first time with him.
you broke the kiss and opened your eyes to see ojiro panting with a blush and a smile on his face. you were embarrassed but it felt so good to finally do something like this with your boyfriend.
"is it alright if i take these off?" ojiro asked while placing his hands around your pants.
"s-sure."
ojiro took off your pants and stared at the erection that was under it. after giving you a heads up, ojiro bent down and licked the outline of your cock that was already dripping some pre cum. ojiro's constant teasing felt heavenly to your cock. licking the brim of it and keeping you so close to the edge of an orgasm.
"mashirao… i-i can't take it anymore!" you said as you cummed through your boxers and having a little bit of it spilling onto ojiro's face.
"wow… you came a lot y/n." ojiro said with a giggle.
you looked away from your boyfriend blushing, he stood up and took off his shirt. you've never seen this side of ojiro. his pecs stood out just right and his abs looked amazing from the view you were at.
the blonde hair male gave you a soft smile and as he laid you down on your back. he took off your boxers and threw them away, ojiro was so attractive right now you could barely handle it. your boyfriend towered you and held your legs up as the tip of his cock softly placed on your entrance.
"can i put it in now babe?" ojiro asked staring into your eyes. you gave your boyfriend a small nod, telling him to continue as you covered your eyes with your arm.
ojiro slid his cock inside you, you did not expect it to hurt this much but it did. you've never had sex with anyone before nor have you tried putting something in there while masturbating. ojiro's cock wasn't too long but if was thick, stretching your asshole in a way you didn't even knew was possible.
putting it inside pained you so much to a point where tears start to form. you kept your eyes covered because you didn't want ojiro to notice until you felt something fluffy tickling your face. gently ojiro lifted your arm and you saw his tail next to you.
"hey babe… are you alright? does it hurt too much? we can stop if it does, you don't have to force yourself."
it did infact hurt a lot but it felt good too. this was only the first time doing it with your boyfriend and it already hurts? you can't let that happen. you wanted to give ojiro what other couples give to each other. he's a great boyfriend and you wanted to be a good boyfriend for him in return.
"n-no it's alright, it feels good mashirao… please keep going, i want to do this."
ojiro's eyes lit up with excitment and he began to move again. he tried to be more gentle with his thrusts and making this process as pleasurable for you as possible. after a while, the pain began to feel less and less significant and the pleasure started to settle in as ojiro found your sweet spot.
all this stimulation for the first time was too much for you and you reached your climax soon enough. you could tell ojiro was also getting close with the way he's panting and his thursts becoming faster every second.
"ojiro…please cum inside, i want to be yours, and only yours." you pleaded
your boyfriend got the message and gave you a smirk as he pressed onto your lips, cumminh inside you as you cummed with him. you've never felt this good in your life before and you were glad you could share this moment with no one other than your boyfriend.
"baby…that felt so good, it really did." ojiro said as he pulled out of you, his cum flowing onto the sheets
"you felt really good too… can we please do this again sometimes?"
Heyy🐌 May I request a part 2 to S/O calls [character name] baby/honey with Tamaki, Iida, Shoji, and Ojiro? (I'm not sure if I went over the amount of characters that I'm allowed to request, hope not,,,,really sorry if I did😅)
Only if you're comfortable and if requests are open🥰
Remember to drink water and eat well🤗
iida and background baby content 😩‼️
and tamaki
part 1
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tenya iida
you were going to visit him after the stain incident, you heard that he and two others ran into stain but you heard about his injuries from him
you walked into the room they kept him in, you didn’t know if you wanted to yell at him for being reckless or hug him cause he was okay
so you just stared at him for a while before you heard Iida mumble and apology
“im sorry y/n. normally it’s me who stops one of our classmates from being reckless” he looked down at his arm “ironic isn’t it”
you walked over to the bed and hugged him, he was probably near tears at this point cause with all this going on as cliche as this sounds he really did need a hug
“honey, im not gonna scold you or anything just don’t do it again okay?”
he buried his face into your braids/curls and held you tight cause you were is comfort
tamaki amajiki
y’all were hanging out in your dorm watching a movie after a long study session to unwind and relax
you were about to head to bed but you weren’t really able to find your bonnet, maybe you left it in his room somewhere
“baby, have you seen my bonnet around?”
he’s used to you calling him pet names, but he honestly can’t help to blush and get a little embarrassed when you do
“you left it here yesterday” he handed it to you with slightly pink cheeks
“oh damn i really gotta stop leaving my stuff here sorry about that.”
he smiled at you “its okay y/n” in all honesty he liked when you forgot your stuff in his room
it would give him a random excuse to visit your dorm or a random excuse for you to visit his
mezou shouji
it was shouji’s insecure hours, y’all were hanging out in your dorm and you left to go get some snacks
he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and from there he started to look at his arms and his quirk, honestly feeling a little bad because he sometimes things you deserve better
i honestly do feel like he wouldn’t pay mind to attention as much but sometimes it does get to him considering why he wears his mask
but you would walk in and you would just know he’s upset about something and you would walk up to him and cup his cheeks doing the thumb thing
“honey please stop doing that to yourself, you’re beautiful and amazing okay?”
normally not one to get emotional but he honestly needed to hear that
mashirao ojiro
y’all were in the back rooms during the sports fest, Ojiro was looking down at his hands trying to remember what happened during the calvary battle
“I know this is an amazing opportunity for the hero course but I can’t remember anything...should i have even been there?”
you put your hands on top of his and softly smiled at him
“baby no matter what you still did your best, i mean his quirk was outta your control. But you did qualify for the top 40 so chin up!”
he softly kissed your knuckles and smiled at you
“thanks y/n”
y’all walked out of the room hand in hand to watch izuku’s match and cheer him on
