#shinaus

[bunnyywritings]

sugary sweet

shinso hitoshi x fem!reader

[a/n: alrighty so I know it seems like I’m spoiling my baby @shinaus​, and I totally am because she deserves the world, but I promise that I’ll get back to normal requests and some ideas I have soon BUT for now, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE! 🥳 Here’s a little gift for you, I just wanna say that I appreciate you so so much 💓 you’ve been here since the start pretty much and I thank you for all the kindness and support that you’ve given me, I’m so excited to see how our friendship will grow as we both progress in our blogs. i love u 🥺 here’s a little soft boy shinso for your birthday, and for anyone else who wants to read, so enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

He knew who you were, he knew your name and order by heart. You came in almost every morning before your 9am lectures, then you would come in for lunch and do some homework before going back for your 1:30 lecture. So when you came in at 8am on the dot, your drink was all ready waiting for you.

“Morning Toshi.” He blushed at your sleepy little smile.

“Good morning (y/n).” He slid the cup of iced coffe to you. “And happy birthday.” He then slid a cake pop over to you. He hoped he got the date right, he vaguely remembers when you told him but he’s guessing that the expression on your face meant that he had been correct. The fact that he remembered your birthday made your poor little ole’ heart beat erratically in your chest. The way he tilted his head just enough to make him look like a confused kitten hadn’t helped either.

“O-Oh thank you, I can’t believe you r-remembered.” Your smile grew a bit wider when he looked away, sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“It’s nothing, really.” He noticed his cheeks starting to feel hot so he scrambled to change the subject. “So uhh what’s the rest of your day look like? You gonna go party it up at the club with a few friends?” The way your face fell just a bit made his heart ache.

“Well uhm not exactly, I actually didn’t plan on doing anything today.” There was a small silence that followed directly after you had said that because he was hoping to hear a ‘just kidding’ leave your lips but it never did.

“Seriously? You’re not gonna do anything?”

You shook your head.

“You’re just gonna go to your 1pm lecture later on then go home?” He honestly couldn’t believe it.

“Well not exactly. My professor actually cancelled so I’m just going to my morning class.” That still didn’t seem like a good plan. You sipped on your drink while he looked deep in thought. Seeing as this had happened from time to time during your many idle conversations, you just patiently waited until his idea was formed.

“That just won’t do.” He clicked his tongue, head shaking in disapproval. “I’ve got a plan.” You were intrigued to where this would go so you motioned for him to continue. “I get off at like 2:30 so why don’t I pick you up then and we go have some fun. Hmm? Whaddya say?”

“H-Have some fun? But what would we do?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He cheekily winked at you. “So? Sound like a plan?” As much as you’d want to argue that you didn’t want to waste his time, the little grin on his lips was enough to draw out a ‘yes’ from you.

After talking for a bit more and exchanging phone numbers, you left the coffee shop and made your way to the lecture hall. It was surprising to say, but you couldn’t concentrate for the life of you because you were excited. You were excited to hang out with Shinso, even if that little voice in the back of your head was saying he was doing it out of pity. You pushed the thought away and once the lecture was finally over, you rushed over to your dorm, excitement rushing through your body when your phone buzzed with a few texts from him.

From Toshi:

I should be by to pick you up around 3pm

Make sure to wear something comfortable

You had about an hour and a half to kill so you got some notes out of the way before starting to get ready. Now, did comfortable mean some sweats and a hoodie? Or did he mean more along the lines of a t-shirt and jeans? Opting for the safe option of jeans, you started to get ready. Your heart was thumping in your chest once more. It kinda felt like you were going on a date. You had let your mind wander for a bit, so much so that the second time the doorbell sound echoed through your place was what pulled you out of your trance. You quickly made your way to the front door and opened it to reveal a casual Shinso standing behind it. He looked quite good, well he looked good ALL the time but it was different to see him out of his work uniform.

“You ready?” Not trusting your words, you nodded and followed him out of the building. The both of you had walked in a comfortable silence before he turned to look at you. “Alright, so first item on the agenda. I thought we could go get some ramen because I don’t know about you but I am starving. But if your not down for ramen, I am so down to go for anything else.”

“No no, ramen works. I actually didn’t eat lunch so that sounds amazing.”

After having an amazing bowl of tonkatsu ramen and a pork bun or two, the both of you continued your journey.But as the two of you approached, you could tell exactly where you were headed.

“No way...” The way your eyes sparkled at the sight in fron of you made his heart pick up the pace. “I-Is this the Sakura festival?”

“You bet it is! I actually-“ He froze when you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close to you and whispering a ‘thank you.’ Once you pulled away from him, he could see that a few tears had run down your face, she he carefully moved his hand to cup your cheek while his thumb had moved to get rid of those pesky tears. “Now come on, let’s enjoy the festival.” The softness of his voice made you swoon and since the both of you arrived when the festival had started, you both instantly made your way to the entrance. Now if you were to ask when exactly he had slid his hand into yours and intertwined your guys’ fingers, you wouldn’t be able to say when. It seemed like that’s how it was the whole time, not that either of you were complaining. When he’d softly run his thumb over your finger in an almost comforting manner, or when he’d squeeze tighter whenever the both of you were walking through a particularly crowded area, it all seemed like a natural reflex.

He had watched you eye a specific plushie a good 6 times before suggesting going over to the booth to play the game. It had seemed easy enough, get all four of the plastic rings around the neck of a milk bottle. Oh how wrong you were. You had played three rounds and lost three rounds. He hated seeing the pout on your face when you hadn’t made any points so when the both of you were waiting in line for some taiyaki he said he had to go to the bathroom and went off. You didn’t think much of it, too busy mourning over the loss of your desired plushie.

Meanwhile, Toshi had gone back to the booth to try and win the game. So far, he was four rounds in and still hadn’t made enough points. Just as he was going to give up, the booth attendant gave him a free pass at the game seeing as he had already spent so much money, so this time around he took a different approach. Instead of rushing into it, he took his time with each toss. So when he had made all four rings, a huge grin split his lips as he pointed out his prize.

“I wonder if he ate some bad shrimp in the yakisoba from earlier.” You mumbled to yourself. Even if you were still waiting in line, there was only two more people in front of you.

“Hey (y/n)!” You turned to the source of the shout and your jaw dropped. There stood Toshi with the cute squid plushie you wanted.

“Seriously? You won this for me?” He could see the way the tears in your eyes shone in the low light of the booth lights but you were far from sad. There was a genuine smile on your face as he nodded and held it out to you. He watched as you grabbed it and hugged it close to your chest. His chest filling with warmth as you nuzzled into the soft fabric of the squid.

With taiyaki, milk tea, and squid plush in hand, the both of you looked for a place to settle on the grass and get ready for the fireworks show to end the night. The both of you had settled against a tree trunk, sitting side by side. Shinso had grabbed your legs and rested them over his. Subconsciously running his hand over your knee as he munched on his taiyaki. 

The both of you chatted as you waited for the show to start but as time went on, the colder the summer breeze got. He noticed that you were shivering quite a bit so he softly shoved your legs off of his lap and opened his arms. Your confusion was quelled when you saw his open arms, you ungracefully fell into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist to absorb all the warmth he had to offer. He just chuckled and shook his head while holding you tight, rubbing your back in small circled to generate as much warmth as he could. He tried not to think about how you felt while pushed up against him, how he could just lean down and place a kiss on the top of your head.

Sadly, this hadn’t lasted very long. The moment the fireworks started you had sat up to be able to watch them clearly. As much as he wanted to watch the fireworks display, the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the crowd enticing him to look, he just couldn’t tear his eyes from you. The way the explosions in the sky lit up your face, the pink tint on the apples of your cheeks and your nose, the way your eyes were wide with wonder, and the way your lips were curled up into a little smile. You were way more breathtaking than any firework could ever be.

“(Y/n)?” You tore your eyes from the glittering lights and turned towards him, blush painting your cheeks an even darker red when he was closer than you expected. Both his hands came up to hold your face, the pads of his thumb gently running over your cheeks. “Can I-.” He swallowed nervously, leaning in close enough to where your noses were touching. “Can I kiss you?” The fact that he even asked made you giggle.

“Of course you can, silly.”

Once he got the ‘okay’, he tilted his head a bit and brought you closer, your lips meeting his in the sweetest and softest ways possible. Your lips moving in sync as the taste of chocolate still lingered on your tongues.

“Mmm I knew you’d taste sweet.” He chuckled once the two of you pulled away.

“Oh yeah, how sweet?”

“I’d have to say sugary sweet but maybe even sweeter than sugar. I’d have to get a second taste to know for sure.” He shrugged innocently. You fondly shook your head, a squeak of surprise when he pulled you onto his lap. His hands were holding your hips while your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers fiddling with the ends of his gravity defying hair.

“Happy birthday (y/n)...” you bit your lip to hold back your smile before releasing it and diving into another dizzying kiss.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

[kozukenkitten]

Hey, Pretty Girl; Part 1

An Underground Hero Shinsou Hitoshi x Hero Costume Support Reader Sensory-Activation-Style Soulmate AU

Inspired by a post by @shinaus

Warnings: A small amount of vaguely suggestive flirting?

The first thing you heard when you woke was your phone buzzing on the bedstand as it sang out the notes to your favorite early morning wakeup playlist. With a quick glance out your bedroom window, you assessed the weather. The clouds from last night's storm still loomed partially overhead, soft, dark grayscale tones still filling the sky above your neighborhood. You could see the numerous puddles that shimmered as the sunlight shone faintly on them. You almost couldn't believe it when you realized last night's storm had passed so swiftly. It had been so chaotic at the time, you thought it would last into the morning. And yet, there came the morning, and with it came soft rays of sunlight peering through the remaining wisps of clouds. Although you couldn't make out the colors, you could see enough of the light's reflections to understand what was going on.

With a sigh, you sat up. Another day without your soulmate, another day going through the motions in the same bland, colorless world you'd known since you were small. You began to get ready for your day, carefully dressing in the stylish outfit you'd set aside the night before. Your best friend, who had met their soulmate what seemed like ages ago, had told you that the blouse was (your favorite color), so you'd paired it with a complimentary neutral toned set of slacks and some good, supportive shoes. You were starting your first day as a costume designer for the pro heroes of Japan, after all. You had to present yourself well, and be comfortable enough to be on your feet all day to boot.

Once you were ready, you grabbed your rolling sewing supply case and were headed out the door to grab some coffee before work. As you walked to the coffee shop on the corner, you contemplated how you'd gotten where you are.

You'd spent 3 years in Shiketsu High's hero-support program, and you'd traveled abroad for 4 more years, studying at a prestigious American college, earning a degree in fashion and costume design with an emphasis in designing and building hero costumes. Along the way, you found yourself at numerous networking events that led to your current employment situation.

A friend of your professor's knew Ryukyu, who knew Best Jeanist, and well, that's how you ended up in discussions with him to establish a hero costumes department based out of his aggency. Given his affinity for stylish clothes and his uniquely strict attention to detail, he agreed, although only after you showed him your extensive portfolio.

Today was the first day of what would hopefully be a long and prosperous career, and the beginning of many new working relationships with the pro heroes you'd be providing support for. Today would be your first day working as a professional costume designer, to be hired out to various agencies as-needed, and you honestly couldn't wait.

You smiled fondly as you walked into the coffee shop, thinking about all the time and effort you'd put in to get where you are. After pondering the menu for a moment, you were ready to place your order. "Hi, can I get a (favorite warm drink) and a (favorite pastry) please?" You handed them the payment, thanking the cashier as they handed your card back to you.

"No problem at all, we'll get that drink right out to you! Just wait right there!" They handed you your pastry, and it wasn't long before your drink was in your hands, its warmth radiating gently through your palms in a comforting manner.

'So far, so good, now to get to work.' You took a sip of your drink as you reached for the door handle as you thought to yourself. As soon as the thought crossed your mind, though, the door to the shop swung open, nearly hitting you in the process. And while the door didn't hit you, the man who brushed by you certainly did, knocking you off balance and sending you stumbling to the ground.

With a gasp and a yip of surprise and pain, you fell, losing your grip on your drink. You landed flat on your ass as your drink spilt everywhere, all over the floor, and all over you. 'Well fuck.' There went your good morning and your good impression at your new job in a matter of seconds.

"Oh no, are you okay?!" The panicked cashier, who saw everything, called out, rushing from behind the counter. "Do you need first aid?"

"Ugh... Yeah, I'm fine, I just made a big mess of things, that's all..." You grumbled, shaking your head. "Damn it, why'd it have to be today that something like this happens?"

"Hey, Pretty Girl," A new voice hummed, catching your attention and lighting a fire in your senses as your vision began to blur and change as new and unusual flourishes of color began to spill into view. You knew that phrase. It had been imprinted on your left shoulder blade since birth, after all, and you're spent years trying to figure out what its context would be. When you turned to look at the owner of the voice, he was staring you down almost like you were a lost kitten. The first thing you noticed though, beyond the bags under his piercing eyes and his eyes' intensity, was the brilliantly vibrant purple color that seemed to permeate so many aspects of his being, from his eyes to his hair, to his nails, to his outfit - which, most importantly of all, you recognized as one of your own early designs, an anonymous commission for an underground hero uniform you'd finished just weeks ago after receiving your professional license. "Are you okay, Pretty Girl? I should have been paying more attention, sorry. I'll get you a new drink and cover your cleaning bill."

Your mouth gaped slightly, surprise evident on your face. Between the sudden spark of color in your vision upon hearing the phrase that had plagued your mind for years for fear a random catcalling creep would turn out to be your soulmate, the fact this hero was your apparent soulmate, and the fact your apparent hero soulmate was already wearing one of your earliest professional designs, you were buzzing with a mix of confusion and delight. This was all such a sudden realization, you couldn't help staring at the man blankly for a minute before finally composing yourself enough to respond. The only thing you could think of to say, stunned as you were, was "I made that."

He stared at you, his eyes widening in shock as his own senses lit up, revealing your (hair length) (hair color) hair and your (eye color) eyes to him as you said the phrase that aligned with his own birthmark. His soulmate was the one he commissioned to build his first costume as a pro, and he'd never even known it.

"If you're the one they call Swatch, then I guess I am." He replied, a teasing smirk gracing his lips as he helped you stand up. "It also seems that I'll be doing more than that with you and your work, soon enough, Pretty Girl. But first, how about we get you cleaned up and I'll get you another drink?"

Your cheeks warmed at his insinuation, and your heart yearned for you to agree, although your mind knew you had other places to be. "I- uh... well, actually... I was kind of on my way to work when we ran into each other..." You glanced at your phone, catching sight of the time and yelping in surprise. "Shit, I'll be late if I don't go get changed now! I have to go!!"

You brushed past him roughly, your eyes narrowing with anxiety as you dashed out the café doors and down the street, your sewing kit in tow.

Shinsou couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just met his soulmate for the first time. And she'd just ran out on him in favor of running to get cleaned up and head to work, all without exchanging contact information with him. Was there something wrong with him? Did she not like him at first glance? Or was she just in a hurry to meet some sort of deadline? Soulmate bonds were supposedly instantaneous, and he certainly felt it, but he had no indication that she did as well. He could feel the anxiety alight in the bond they shared, and it worried him. He didn't want his Pretty Girl to be afraid of him, after all.

He couldn't help it, he burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. He'd only just met you and he was already so worried about you. He hadn't even caught your name during the interaction, and all he knew about you was that very little was known about you outside of the fact you were an up and coming designer of hero costumes. 'Well,' He thought to himself, 'I'll just have to see what the others know about her, and see if they can help me find out which agency she's working out of.'

This shouldn't have been how their first meeting went down, ideally. But he made a promise to himself then and there that he'd find his Pretty Girl again, and when he did, he'd make it up to her so their next meeting would go right. He'd make sure she knew how much he wanted her, and he'd make sure to actually get her number next time.

[saetyrn9]

hey lovely! 12 & 20 <3

uwu hi mel!!! i hope you're doing good today 🥺

12. What is your ideal writing area?

I love to be slouched with horrible posture on my couch while I write lmao

20. What story that you have written makes you the happiest to re-read?

I enjoy re-reading Good Vibrations and Sun-Kissed! Cuz they're fun and sexy and there's a lot of love put into those fics and my characterizations of Makki and Oikawa are FULL of love for the reader, and I love that hhhhh 💜

[andypantsx3]

have i just stumbled into loving andie hours? hold on let me just 🏃🏼‍♀️💗 pop on by with this

Lmfao I feel like I just got drive by-ed (drove by??)

💕❤️💝 Right back at you!!

[ukeishin]

good morning angel — i hope you're having a lovely day so far & your allergies ease up on you even a little! wishing you all the best hehe (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

hello sweet mel, i actually am having a wonderful day so far!! i hope you’re having the same <3

[seita]

not us becoming mutuals when you're one of my favourite writing blogs like... ever 😳

hehe ur so cute pls ))): im honored, truly!!!

[whats-her-quirk]

yooo your sero stuff is just too good, words on glass is one of my faves Ever so for there to be a birthday post i am 🥵

Aww thank you! I’m really glad you like my Sero fics. I hope to write more in the future!

[bunnyywritings]

uncle kei

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: here’s part one of the tsukki fic for the raffle winner, enjoy!! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Your job is what motivated you to wake up every morning. You absolutely loved seeing those cute little faces everyday. They were your kids, and you spoiled them like they were your own.

It was monday morning, so you got to the school a little earlier than normal to make sure everything was in order to start the week. Unloading your things from your car, you made your way to your classroom, surprised to see your door unlocked and open, the lights inside on. Making your way inside, you were met with the comical sight of Sugarawa sitting in the tiny chairs used by your kindergarten class. Laptop open in front of him and coffee in hand.

"Well good morning!" You giggled as you placed your things on your desk while a gasp followed by violent coughing echoed in the empty classroom.

"Geez (y/n)! Why'd you sneak up on me like that?!” You scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes at his exaggerated reaction. “I can’t believe you’re so mean to me. After I went out of my way to get you coffee.” He pouted as he took another sip from his cup. You then saw the cup of iced coffee sitting next to him.

Sugarawa and you met at Uni, both of you had been in the same child development class and instantly became friends. He had gotten a job here as a kindergarten teacher before he called you a year later saying that the other teacher finally retired and there was an opening. The pair of you were hands down the youngest staff members there.

Everyone was lowkey highkey jealous of the aesthetically pleasing classrooms you had set up and of how well behaved your students always were. The both of you talked about lesson plans and whatnot before he decided to go to his classroom, which was right across from yours, to get ready for the day. You could feel yourself becoming happier as the kids were starting to get dropped off by their parents, you stood by the door to greet them before they left for the morning.

“Miss (y/n)!!” You grinned as the energetic little boy ran to you, hugging your legs excitedly.

“Good Morning Hiro! It’s so good to see you!” You softly patted his head. “Why don’t you head inside. Class will start soon.”

“Okay Miss (y/n).” He agreed before turning to his dad. “Bye papa!” Tadashi leaned down and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, bidding him a goodbye before he ran into the classroom.

“How’s your morning been Mr. Yamaguchi?”

“It surprisingly went smoother than other mornings.” He sighed while smoothing down his shirt. “I do have to tell you, I won’t be picking Hiro up today. His uncle will be picking him up.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Thank you for letting me know. Have a good day Mr. Yamaguchi.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Tadashi. We’re the same age.” He chuckled light heartedly.

“Oh r-right.” You flushed slightly in embarrassment. “Have a good day T-Tadashi.” He grinned and excused himself.

It was strange to think that someone your age already had a son, and such a sweet one at that. It made you question whether you were doing this whole “adult thing” correctly. You shrugged off the feeling once the bell rang and shut the door.

“Alright kiddos! Who’s ready to learn?” You shouted excitedly which was returned with squeals and giggles of delight.

It was a pretty easy day, surprisingly there were no problems today. No one got glue stuck in their hair or forgotten their snack at home. Before you knew it, the dismissal bell rang and the kids were being picked up. Almost all had been picked up, all but one.

You turned and looked at the boy with soft eyes. Hiro was sat in the bean bag chair with a book in his hands, he was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Do you wanna take a nap while you wait for your uncle, Hiro?” He jolted awake at your soft voice and pouted, nodding at the suggestion of a nap. He made grabby hands and you couldn’t help but give in. You picked him up and placed him on the little couch you had in the ‘reading corner,’ placing your jacket over him as a makeshift blanket, giving him a ruffle of the hair before going to sit at your desk.

While busying yourself with answering emails and working on lesson plans, you hadn’t noticed that two hours had passed since school was dismissed. Glancing over at Hiro with a sad smile. He was still asleep, a little bit of drool leaving the corner of his mouth. You went to pick up the receiver and call Tadashi when there was a tug on the locked door and a muffled curse behind it.

Cautiously, you went to unlock the door and open it a crack. You were met with the sight of a tall man, blonde hair and in some black slacks and a long sleeve button up.

“Are you Hiro’s uncle?” You asked quietly. He flinched at the sudden sound of your voice as he turned around.

“Yeah, I-“ he froze, eyes widening as he got a good look at you. You were younger than he expected, and way more attractive than he expected. You could say the same yourself. You couldn’t help but get lost in his beautifuly golden eyes. “I uh I’m sorry for being so late. I got caught up with work.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh it’s no worries.” You smiled, tone reassuring and understanding. “I’ll go get him for you.” You disappeared behind the door. Scooping little Hiro up in your arms and grabbing his backpack as you made your way to the semi open door. Using your foot to open it wider, Tsukishima watched as you smiled softly down at the child in your arms.

“I didn’t have the heart to wake him from his nap.” He instantly went to grab Hiro from you and resting him on his hip, grabbing the little red backpack from you.

“Miss (y/n)....” Hiro whined sadly, hands reaching out to you.

“It’s okay Hiro.” You cooed softly, reaching up to brush his messy bangs back. “Your uncle is here so I’ll see you tomorrow okay? Remember to bring your sports shoes so you can play soccer with the others.” Tsukishima couldn’t help but be entranced by the way you interacted with Hiro, he was convinced that you were an angel.

“Sorry if I caused you any inconvenience.” He bowed as much as he could with a kid in his arms.

“Oh!” You were flustered at the sudden apology. “It’s quite alright, I understand that work can be unpredictable.” You weren’t used to having attractive guys sparing you any time, much less have one apologize to you. He bid a goodbye and walked towards the parking lot.

You closed the door and leaned against it, blush burning your cheeks as you ran across to Sugarawa’s classroom and bursting in.

“Woah! What’s gotten into you?” He chuckled as he wiped down a table.

“I may or may not have just seen the most attractive guy...literally ever.”

“Oh?” Now he was intrigued. “And who might that be?”

“One of my students’ uncle.” His eyes widened in surprise before breaking out into a laughing fit.

“It’s not funny Koushi! I’m serious!” You angrily pouted.

“Who’s uncle was it?”

“It was Hiro’s.” You bit your lips. That’s when realization hit him.

“Hiro Yamaguchi?”

“Yeah? Why? What’s wrong?”

He was grinning suspiciously. Before shrugging in denial. “Absolutely nothing.”

You didn’t believe him.