Polycule!Tokoyami x reader x Shoji playing UNO together.
Shoji's seated right behind you with you perched right on his lap. He claimed he didn't know how to play, so he proposed he'll have you and Tokoyami play a round first and he'd start playing along with you in the second round once he understood the game.
But the entirety of the first round is you and Mezo giggling because you have about three cards to block Fumikage with, which the bird boy only rolls his eyes quite too dramatically at, calling you "renegades" as he watches you place down a bunch of cards while he waits, time and time again.
Tokoyami keeps sending Dark Shadow to catch a glimpse of which cards you have, and Shoji has to block the quirk's view with his extra limbs while you shoo him away.
When Mezo finally gets the chance to play with the two of you, he's a total menace. He keeps sneaking dupli-eyes behind you and Fumikage to see what cards you have, somehow manages to shuffle all the cards without looking but keeps constantly landing +4 and block cards.
It's worse when you and Tokoyami team up against him. It feels like trying to disarm a bomb — one wrong card and Mezo will already be putting 27 different cards on the pile and shouting "UNO!". You argue with Fumikage and Dark Shadow about which card you should use first while the multi armed boy just sits there with a knowing smirk on his face. Humming happily and staring down at his own cards, completely unbothered.
Tokoyami never liked playing cards, and Shoji never got to play them with other people growing up. But they love it when it's just the three (four) of you having childish fun. <3
Day 23: "Your hands are freezing!"
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Pairing: Mezou Shouji x Reader
It was one of those bitterly cold days when the chill seemed to seep into your bones, even when you were wrapped in layers of clothing. The wind howled outside, the snow falling heavily, covering the ground in a soft, white blanket. You had just finished a mission with the class and were walking back to the dorms when you realized your hands were practically numb from the cold.
You had forgotten your gloves at the last moment, and now your fingers ached as they stiffened in the freezing air.
“Your hands are freezing!” Mezou Shouji’s voice was soft, but there was a sense of urgency behind it as he stepped in front of you. He had noticed your discomfort immediately, and though you tried to brush it off, his worry was palpable.
“I’m fine, really,” you protested weakly, shaking your hands a little to try to warm them up.
Shouji wasn’t convinced. Without a word, he gently took your hands in his, his multiple arms coming to life around him as they wrapped around yours to shield them from the cold. You shivered at the sudden warmth that spread through you, feeling his warmth seep into your frozen skin.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice low, a softness you hadn't expected in his words. “I can feel how cold you are.”
The act was so simple, yet so intimate. He wasn’t just offering warmth; he was offering care, an unspoken promise to protect you, and it warmed your heart more than you could explain.
“Thank you, Mezou,” you whispered, the gratitude evident in your tone. You could feel the warmth spreading from his hands, slowly starting to ease the cold tension in your own.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, his voice quiet but sincere. “I’ll always take care of you.” He smiled softly, a rare and genuine moment from the usually stoic Shouji.
As you both stood there, huddled together against the cold, the world around you seemed to fade away. For just that moment, all that mattered was the comfort of his touch and the warmth of his care.
tokoyami and shoji both had clear similarities, like their mutant quirks or their desire to become a hero, but when it comes to showing their affection, they're quite different
shoji and tokoyami both care a lot about you, but shoji struggles to be affectionate towards you, at the start of your relationship
he struggles to fully open up to you, despite how close the two of you are. he's worried that you wouldn't like him if you got to see all of him. the biggest example being his face…
affection comes much more naturally to tokoyami however! he's the type to write you poems, buy you flowers and hold your hand when you're walking to class together
there isn't a lot of jealousy between the three of you, but shoji envies tokoyami for how easy affection seems to come to him
as much as you try to assure shoji that you love him no matter what, it's tokoyami who manages to get shoji to open up and confess why he struggles so much
after that point, shoji manages to open up more. he occasionally holds your hand in public and when it's just the three of you, he'll even take off his mask…
while shoji and tokoyami aren't dating each other, they are very close friends and only want the best for each other!
they would never fight over your love, as they are mature enough to talk about any problems that might come up
For the dark ask game: somnophilia w Shoji, perchance? Thank you for your time!
Thanks for the ask! I love all the love Shoji is getting in my inbox lately
You'd fallen asleep waiting up for him again, ever since he'd started a team up with Tokoyami's agency he'd been having more late night patrols.
But you were a stubborn little thing. You wanted to welcome your boyfriend home after a long day of work with affection.
So you'd made a deal.
Shoji slowly pulled the sheets off your sleeping body to find you completely naked, your signal that you'd prepped yourself and you were more than ready to let him have his way with you.
It made him crazy knowing you trusted him this much.
His many hands and mouths latched onto your body, easing you onto your back while one mouth sucked and licked at your clit. You moaned softly but still didn't wake. His main hands cupped your breasts easily, and your breath hitched slightly.
The thrill of wondering when exactly you'd wake up and realize it was him made his thick cock ache. He couldn't fuck you without waking you up immediately with the stretch, so he focused on using his hands and his mouths. Sliding his thick fingers into your clenching heat and groaning as he lowered his mask and started nibbling on your neck - the soft spot that always made you wetter for him.
"Sho..." You whimpered sleepily as your head tossed from side to side for a moment before you woke up, getting close to cumming as the mouth on your clit sucked hard. "Fuck."
"Hey baby, missed you." He murmured in your ear as your stomach clenched, your orgasm washing over you with a cry as he licked and cleaned up your juices from your thighs and folds.
You blinked slowly, a smile spreading across your lips as you woke up fully. You reached over to stroke his cock through his hero costume as you murmured,
contains: mention of sucky parents, shoji's horrible village, scars, CUTENESS, FLUFF, shoji being a cutie patootie, mwah mwah kissy kissy
ENJOY!
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The rain poured down onto the pavement as I trudged across the grounds. I had forgotten my umbrella once again, and I hadn't expected it to start storming just as I was heading home. Well, as much as a home it could be.
I had no money for the bus or train, my phone was dead, and even if I could call my parents I knew they wouldn't come to pick me up. They had never cared much for me, even once I got accepted into UA, they gave me the cold shoulder.
The sound of feet slapping against the wet pavement pulled me out of my pity party. I glanced up to be met with black eyes. Shoji. He held out an umbrella, covering my trembling form, "want me to walk you home?" His deep voice startled me, my eyes widening slightly. "Oh no, you don't have to..." He shook his head, his gaze searching for mine, "I don't mind."
Turning to the side, I averted his gaze, "my house is pretty far, I don't want to make you walk so far." I stepped closer, "again, I really don't mind. I could use the walk anyway." His eyes were piercing, and I looked away quickly, nodding slowly. "Alright..." The silence was thick and tense, one of his arms holding the umbrella over me, the other two resting idly at his side. His firm but gentle voice dragging me out of my thoughts, "Are you... scared of me?" his voice trembled ever so slightly. My head snapped up, "scared? Of you? Why would I be scared?" He shook his head, "Sorry that was stupid... it's just, you always act so nervous, I was worried it was because of me."
My cheeks darkened as I realized what he was talking about. I had had a crush on Shoji ever since I met him. His strong form, and gentle words always managed to put me at ease. "I could never be scared of you, Shoji." His gentle gaze met mine, and I swear I could see hints of red peaking out from his mask. He cleared his throat, looking back down to the pavement. "I'm glad."
It was silent again, save for the splash of our feet hitting the ground, and the thoughts racing in my head. Why would he ever think I was scared of him? Who could ever be scared of such a gentle person like Shoji? These questions tore against my mind, and before I could stop myself, my lips were moving. "Why would you think I'd be scared of you?" He stopped dead in his tracks, and I turned to face him, my hands fiddling nervously in front of me. His dark eyes met mine slowly, before swerving away.
"Most people are. Or disgusted." His voice was low, wavering, and my hand involuntarily reached up to grab at one of his free hands. Our fingers laced together, his eyes meeting mine once again, an unsureness I had never seen before settled in his dark gaze. "I could never be disgusted by you, Shoji," I spoke quietly, tentatively. "Mezo. Please." I smiled gently at his words, "Mezo." I tried the name out, it sounded foreign yet somehow... right, on my tongue. "Thank you..." He spoke lowly, almost nervously.
My eyebrows scrunched in concern as he didn't meet my eyes. Something was still wrong, and I was unsure what to do. "What's wrong?" He shook his head, "nothing." "I know you're lying, Mezo." I could feel him shiver slightly, and whether that was due to the cold or my words, I would never know. I looked up at the sky, the rain still poured down, and we were still quite far from my home. I looked back to him, his face hung low, his silver hair sweeping over his eyes, the pale blue mask covering his other features. I had never asked why he wore the mask, but suddenly, I had the strong urge to know what lay beneath it.
I stepped closer, his form looming over mine, my free hand moving from my side to his face. I gently trailed my fingers over the edge of his mask, his face jerking up to see me better. "Why do you wear this mask?" I questioned, my voice holding only curiosity. His eyes held a slight fear, so I retracted my hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" "No, please, it's... I... don't mind." His voice quivered, and held an emotion I couldn't quite place. Longing? I didn't know.
I rested my hand on his shoulder, waiting patiently for his answer. "It's... it doesn't really matter..." I shook my head, "please, I want to know." His gaze uncertain, his shoulders tense. He sighed, "my village... doesn't exactly like heteromorphs. You don't need to hear my sob story but... people were afraid of my face, so I covered it. Hoping people would be less afraid of me if I wasn't so scary looking." His hand that was interlaced with mine trembled slightly, I rubbed my thumb soothingly against the back of his. "You're not scary," he chuckled humorlessly, "You wouldn't say that if you knew what I looked like." I took a breath, "then show me."
His eyes widened, "w—what?" "Show me, Mezo, I want to know what you look like. Then I can determine how scary you really are." I grinned slowly, he shook his head, "no—no I don't want to lose you—" I laughed at the thought, "Lose me? That will never happen. I swear by it. Even if I'm frightened, I won't leave you, ever." His gaze was wide, unbelieving, hopeful. He looked away. "Are... are you sure?" I nodded.
His hand dropped from mine. He wordlessly reached his hand up, hesitating over his mask, before hooking his finger in and pulling it down. My jaw fell as a small gasp escaped my lips. Scary? He was beautiful. His lips were long and thin, scars trailed over just about every inch of skin I could see. Once again I wondered how anyone could be scared of him, and for the first time I wondered, 'What happened to him?' He looked at me nervously, his hand fiddling with the fabric of his mask. I was snapped out of my daze as he opened his mouth to speak, scarred skin pulling at his lips, and revealing his perfectly white teeth, "Y/N...?" He had never said my name before. He had never spoken to me with his actual mouth. I felt a sudden surge of affection for him, my heart twisting painfully.
Suddenly I was moving, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my lips into his. He startled, dropping the umbrella, causing the rain to hit me once again, drenching our bodies. I pulled away, "I'm sorry—I—I shouldn't ha—" He cut me off, his lips crashing against mine once again. All of his 6 limbs wrapped around my smaller form, his main two coming up to my neck, holding me gently to his face as his lips moved against mine. Another pair wrapped around my back, hands caressing and tugging, at my hair, on my back; the last pair fit snug around my waist, his thumbs gently brushing against the skin of my stomach that had been revealed.
It was overwhelming, yet oh so wonderfully him. I melted into his touch, my fingers entangled in his hair, running across the scars on his neck and his face. He hummed against my lips, his touch gentle and yet bruising at the same time. I tilted my head to the side slightly, his lips moved feverishly against mine, the kiss deep and warm. We pulled away from each other slowly, gasping for air. I rested my head against his chest, his strong arms pulling me flush against him.
I was suddenly aware of the rain pouring down, my hair and clothes soaked through. "My apartment is right around the corner, stay with me? At least until the rain stops." I nodded, grinning up at him. His face turned red as he pulled a hand from where it rested on my neck to cover my head from the rain. I ran my hand through his soaked hair, and our lips met again. Slow and gentle, nothing like the first one which was hot and quick. I smiled against his lips, pulling away slightly. "You could never be scary, Mezo. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
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i am a FIRM mezo shoji lover, he has my heart forever and always. he doesn't get enough love (cept for you blair-vvitch, ily) so I HAD to write something for him. everytime I see his little face I get horrible cuteness aggression so I attempted to showcase that in this. hope you liked it heehee
The type who would lose their train of thought and ability to speak when you’d come too close to them or make eye contact for more than 5 seconds.
— Asahi, Midoriya, Iida,
The type who would start interacting with you more be it about school or asking to hang out. He invites you at least once a week to check out cafes or other stores with him.
Straight up told you he likes you and is pursuing with making you his s/o in mind. Reminds you every once in a while when he thinks you've forgotten that he likes you.
she guessed my favorite color on the first try
but, between you and me
i didn’t even have a favorite color
until she yelled out yellow
she was excited and smiling, like a little kid
so i told her she was right
and i haven’t seen yellow the same sense
it’s in everything
i could probably live in it now
So this is an excerpt (the best known) from a poem that I really love, and I wanted to use it in one of the Omega Program stories for the Omega Assignment, where he wrote this about her, but I don't know which character.
I feel like maybe Bakugou, but I already have a draft for his story, and this poem wouldn't really shine in the narrative.
Kirishima is out of the question because he loves red, and everyone knows that.
I can't imagine it fitting very well with Todoroki or Iida, and for Shinsou I also have a story where the poem doesn't fit.
I feel like it would be between Shouji, Sero, and Tokoyami, although I have my reservations because Tokoyami obviously loves black.
The result of this poll won't be definitive, I'm seriously more inclined to use it with Sero because as I write this I think it would fit very well in the draft I have for him, but I want to know your opinion!
(If you read all my thought process before voting, thank you.)
Who writes this poem for his omega? Please read my explanation before voting
Bakugou
Kirishima
Sero
Shinsou
Todoroki
Iida
Tokoyami
Shouji
Voting ended onNov 20, 2025
Please note that Kaminari is not on the list because he already has a complete story that is being posted.
