“men with deep voices are most likely to cheat” with tokoyami.
Tokoyami sat as still as stone on the edge of your bed, his hand held delicately between yours like it was something precious—and in truth, he supposed it was.
You handled it like you always did, with a mix of confident ease and chaotic sparkle. You had already laid out your tools in front of him: the black polish he liked, your own selection of colorful decals that you swore up and down you wouldn’t use this time (a lie), and of course, the glitter.
You were focused, tongue poking out just slightly between your lips, while you painted his nails with practiced strokes. Your wrist flicked lightly as you covered each nail in a sharp, midnight black. On the nearby dresser, a soft playlist of hyperpop and old anime songs played, your idea of calming ambiance. He watched you quietly, occasionally flexing the fingers you weren’t holding to test the polish’s weight on his hand.
Tokoyami’s gotten used to this, he thinks.
And he loves the idea of doing this with you.
“You’re unusually quiet,” you murmur, not looking up as you blow lightly on his ring finger. “You okay, prince?”
The variety of endearments you have for him never fails to make his heart flutter.
It’s always a test of what he’ll like versus what he wouldn’t. So far, he likes all of them enough to not ruffle his feathers whenever he hears you call him with them.
Just imagine the first time it happened, when you called Tokoyami “darling” when you thanked him for getting you a glass of water from the counter at a fast food place. Bakugou almost blasted the whole table to bits, his face having a puzzled and obviously shocked expression.
“I am simply focused on the process,” he answered solemnly, the depth of his voice vibrating through the air like distant thunder. “Your technique is… soothing.”
You laughed, eyes still down. “I better be good. I’ve been doing your nails for, what, six months now?”
“Seven,” Tokoyami corrected without hesitation.
“Aww. You counted.” You smiled, proud, and finally glanced up at him, meeting the faint blush creeping across his shadowed face. “So cute.”
He cleared his throat and looked away slightly. “You’re the one who insisted I needed ‘something fun’ in my look.”
“And now you love it.”
“…Yes.”
How could he ever argue with you?
Your smile widened as you dipped your brush into the glittery container, already swirling it with mischief in your gaze. “Just a little sparkle on your pinky. My signature, ok?”
“I have not forgotten.”
You carefully brushed the fine silver glitter onto the nail, just enough to catch the light. “It’s like my version of carving my name on a tree or whatever,” you said, tapping the tiny bottle against his knuckle gently. “Now whenever you look at your hands, you’ll think of me.”
“I always do.”
“Aww—lovey.” You laughed again, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on the side of his beak before going back to your work. “Okay, but listen, I read this super stupid article today,” you started, your tone changing like you were about to stir trouble. “It said that men with deeper voices are more likely to cheat.”
Tokoyami turned his head slowly to look at you, feathers metaphorically—and now quite literally—ruffled.
“What?”
“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly, as if you weren’t just throwing a bomb in his lap. “Like, scientifically or whatever. Testosterone or something. Isn’t that dumb?”
There was a moment of silence.
On one hand, all the gears in Tokoyami’s head were working overtime. This could be a trap. An argument is waiting to bubble over if he says the wrong thing.
Then—
Tokoyami cleared his throat and, in a pitch several notches higher than normal, chirped, “Who said that?!”
You exploded into laughter. You dropped the nail polish brush on the paper towel and nearly doubled over in a fit, covering your mouth with your hands.
“Oh my gosh, Fumi!”
“I am not… suspicious!” Tokoyami squawked, still in the same ridiculous falsetto, his hands twitching slightly in embarrassment. He tries not to move them too much, letting the nail polish dry evenly.
“Why do you sound like that? You sound like you inhaled a balloon!” you wheezed. “You don’t have to raise your voice like that just to prove a point!”
“I am simply ensuring you understand I am of no threat to your heart.”
“You dork!” You wiped your eyes, absolutely beaming. “You’re the most faithful boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. I’m not worried at all. I was just messing with ya!”
Tokoyami sighed, letting the high-pitched voice drop, returning to his usual shadowy baritone. “Good.”
You leaned in close again, bumping your arm lightly to his. “But oh my god, Fumi, I’m never letting you forget that voice. I need to hear that again someday. Maybe I’ll tell people you’re my backup K-pop vocalist.”
“Absolutely not.”
“‘Who said that?’” you mocked again in that high, squeaky tone.
Tokoyami sighed again and shook his head, but his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, amusement breaking through the stoic mask he wore so often. “You and your antics.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
“And now you have glitter again,” you said proudly, holding up his hand like a trophy. “Dark, mysterious, and slightly fabulous.”
Tokoyami looked at his nails, admiring the contrast—the sharp black polish with that one glimmering pinky, like a whisper of you left behind on his hands. He nodded in approval.
“It suits me.”
You hummed, resting your chin in your palm as you looked at him. “So, when people ask about the glitter, what’ll you say?”
He looked down at the shimmer, then back at you. “I will say it is a reminder.”
“Of what?”
He held your gaze. “That I belong to someone. Proudly.”
You hadn’t expected this when you settled in for the night, hadn’t expected for your long time friend Fumikage Tokoyami to be buried inside you as he crooned into your neck but here you were. He had shown up at your door unannounced looking flustered, feathers ruffled, eyes wild. You had let him in worrying that something had happened, but instead you found yourself pushed up against your door with him caging you in. He was panting against your neck, groaning as he spoke, “I can’t do this… can’t keep away from you.” You pushed him back slightly to meet his gaze, “Fumi! What’s going on with you?” His gaze was desperate and hungry, but your words made him recoil as he realised what he was doing, he pushed off the door and stepped away from you, “y/n I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t be here,” he went to leave but you stopped him, “calm down, tell me what’s going on,”
He had explained to you that he was in heat, that his heteromorphism caused some lasting biological effects and due to his avian genes he was going through a mating season. “it’s usually okay, I lock myself away and…deal with it,” embarrassment and shame tinting his voice. You frowned at the edge in his voice, “But now?” You asked.
He seemed to hesitate longer this time, as if the next words out of his mouth would determine how this night went, “now… I am unable to resist my urges. Unable to resist my need…for you.”
~
His rhythm was brutal, hips snapping at a rapid pace, needing to be deeper, closer. His face was buried into your neck, inhaling your scent as he thrust into you. A noise escaped him that you had never heard before, some sort of throaty moan that caused your stomach to flip. “Fumi,” you moaned pulling another groan from him.
He had you in a mating press, fingers tracing patterns on your thighs before grabbing them again and pushing them closer to your chest. The new angle made you whine breathlessly as you pulled him closer to you, he was wild and punishing and the whole situation had your slick pooling between your thighs, coating Tokoyami.
He was mumbling into your neck, you pulled his face back to look at you, his eyes were crazed far from his usual stoicism, “My body aches for you,” his breathing was heavy as he nuzzled his forehead against yours, his words breathless as he continued his pace, “This urge… it’s unbearable. I want to fill you until you carry the proof that you are mine.”
Every part of him burned with the unspoken need to rut, to nest with her, to claim what was his. He nipped gently at her shoulder, leaving marks in his wake, the possession inside him loving the way the skin bloomed beneath his touch. He could feel it, that knot in his stomach as he neared his end. Gods she was beautiful like this, eyes rolling back, legs spread as he thrust into her glistening heat. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough, he needed to lose himself in her, needed to claim her as his. Breed her.
The thought was like a drum pounding the back of his head, getting louder when she clenched around him, sucking him in as if she needed it too. She was rambling now, he could only make out half of the words, sometimes his name, sometimes pleading as her arms tightened around him. He knew she was getting closer and something primal in him needed it, needed to see the way she would cum for him. His thrusts kept up their punishing pace as he began nuzzling her chest, beak nipping at her sensitive buds. He let out a long whine, moaning his name as he felt her fall off the edge, her body shaking and spasming around him pulling a loud groan out of him as he felt that knot tighten. He fucked her through her orgasm, her hand coming up to cup his face, eyes full of adoration and blissed out pleasure. It was soo much, the knot in his stomach snapped as he gave her everything he had, hips stuttering with his final deep thrust as he pumped his seed into her. Claim. Mark. Breed
The words swirled in his head as he came down from his high, his cock throbbed inside her as he realised this was only the start of their night together.
Here’s to another one! I made this in 2 hours today because i noticed the lacking amount of fics he has these days and the rot is insane. Hope y’all enjoy your food!!
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It was a rather cold night, all around you 3rd years such as yourself are partying and living out their last few days as students of U.A. soon you’ll be out there looking for…. A job. The most dreaded part of any student's life. Luckily for you a certain hero had given out an offer to you, saying that once you’d graduated they’d happily take you in as one of their own. But back to the present. Right now you were waiting on your date, you’d gone into the hall together, he even waited for you in front of your house and everything. It was all good and you two were chatting just nicely before he found his friends on the other side of the room and told you to wait right here by the punch bowl for him. Of course, being the nice person you are, you waited. But it's already been an hour since he said that and now you’ve completely lost sight of him. It was depressing sure, and you look like a total loser but like who gives a damn anymore. You’re gonna keep drinking punch and blowing steam till the end of the night if that's what’ll keep you going!
Well that was the plan before a large booming voice echoed through the entire hall.
“Aaaaaalllrrighhhhtt!” Present mic stood there on stage doing this really dramatic pose as he hyped the crowd up. “We’re nearing the end of the night, so we’re encouraging everyone to the dance floor!!”
A large majority of the students cheered as the music began to blast even louder, many entering the dance floor until it was jam packed with students. Eventually you decided to join in thinking maybe you’ll find your date in the crowd.
Suddenly the night wasn't as cold as you thought, the warmth of everyone’s bodies colliding into your own making a sort of kotatsu kinda feel. It was like pure bliss, if it weren't for the constant shoving.
Soon less and less people were on the dancefloor, but you somehow still couldn't find him. You huff, I guess this was all for nothing.
“Y/N?”
You look behind you and see Tokoyami standing there, behind him was Dark Shadow who waved at you enthusiastically. Tokoyami was from Class 3-A. Unlike you who was from Class 3-B, he was pretty cool. You've only talked to him a couple times before in the past but that was always with Kuroiro and Komori around.
“Tokoyami hi,” you waved at the pair, walking towards them slowly you said, “uhm, have you seen Daremo anywhere?”
“I believe I saw him leaving the premises a while ago.”
“Oh…” of course he had. You knew this would happen eventually, Daremo never has the best track record of being at school or even being around at all unless it interested him. You just thought that maybe he actually did want to do this and was interested in going further. You didn’t expect him to ditch you just as the going got good.
How naive of you to think he was actually going to stay. It's not like you two were dating anyways you just so happened to be someone he knew that didn't have a date to go with.
“Aw, Y/N don't look so down!” Dark Shadow tried to cheer you up. “You look so wonderful in your fit. It’d be a shame to ruin your night thinking about a guy who ditched you!”
Tokoyami nods, “Dark Shadow has a point. Perhaps… you would like to spend the rest of your night amongst our presence?” He offers out his hand for you to take.
You giggled, his way of speaking has always been something you liked about him. It was a gentle and genuine tone that you often felt compelled to. It was just that, he was kind of intimidating to approach.
You have to admit though, the prospect is tempting.
“I’d love to, Tokoyami. That would be wonderful.” You smiled at him. Taking his hand into your own. Tokoyami was only a tad taller than you, reflecting his hand size. Lots of girls like when their boy’s hands were bigger than their own but you thought it was cute how your hands were almost the same size.
Suddenly the music stopped, mamma mia that had been playing in the background was replaced with the voice of Present Mic once more.
“Alright, my soon to be independent members of society! We’re gonna start playing slow songs, so get your loved ones and dance till your feet fall!”
”Oh, they're going to be playing slow songs from now on.’ You thought. You hesitated and started to pull your hand away but Tokoyami catches the shift in your behavior and tugs you closer.
“Shall we?” He says, his eyes stared intensely. He wasn't going to back down, you were sure of it.
If he wasn't going to back down you weren't either. You say nothing, instead pressing yourself closer and placing your hand on his shoulder. You hear a slight trill come out of his mouth, a smile formed on his feathered face.
You began to sway to the rhythm, surprisingly you two stayed in rhythm with one another along with the music very easily.
“You’re really good at this.” You said to him, he thanked you, feeling the grip of his hand on your waist tighten made you believe that he appreciated the compliment.
The two of you swayed to the songs until your heels began to feel unbearable, yet the smile that plastered your face never faded as you talked and swayed.
“Thank you…” you whispered under the music
“For what?”
You don't say anything and let yourselves swing to the music for a little longer before stepping off the dancefloor, Tokoyami right on your heels. The two of you made your way to the balcony where the music was muffled enough not to disturb the two of you and where no one else was.
it was a cold night, a few hours ago you’d been sulking to yourself in the same kind of cold. About the unfortunate mistake you’d made choosing to go with that guy, about not going to your friends during this time, though they were probably busy with their own dates. But now you had Tokoyami here by your side(along with Dark Shadow of course) who didn't seem to mind being around you at all.
“Here, you’ll catch a cold” he removed his jacket and slung it over your shoulders.
“Thanks.” You nodded in gratitude, Tokoyami was such a gentleman… you had always wished that there were more times when the hero course students could talk to one another, even if it's outside of coursework. However due to your anxious nature it was almost impossible to even attempt approaching someone like Tokoyami, he was revered in news sites after the war. During the reconstruction of civilian areas there were several people who were still being sheltered in U.A. and during that time there’d be at least one journalist asking to have an interview with him.
“And… Thank you again for a while ago. Back there, I was just sitting around doing nothing when I should've been enjoying myself instead.”
“It's no problem,” he said, adding on a little quieter. “Truth be told, it’d seen you all by your lonesome and was wondering how I could approach you.”
You giggled, “how kind of you to do so.”
He smiles, looking away from you and towards the moon. “It's a beautiful night, it would have been awful to ruin such a joyous occasion due to some… unforeseen circumstances.”
‘You’re right. Though, I guess I did see it coming. I just didn't think he would actually do it.’ Is what you wanted to say, but you held your tongue, opting to hum in agreement instead.
After a while you two decided to head back inside, as wonderful as the cold air was and the peaceful atmosphere that brought it all together it was getting late and the night was about to end. When they entered the hall the music was no longer playing slow dance music and went back to upbeat dance music, you would guess they were from the 1900s era. Less people were on the dance floor and most of them were at their own tables chatting with friends and vibing to the music together.
Tokoyami’s friends began to show up one by one greeting him and yourself with a smile and a wave that you reciprocated. Despite knowing who they were you barely talked to anyone outside of your own class so this was practically your first real meeting with them.
For the last time tonight Present Mic gave one last speech, shedding a few tears in the process before bidding everyone a good night.
”I guess it's time to go..”
Tokoyami nods, he starts heading a certain direction, perhaps to gather some of his things that he’s left at their table but you knew that once he got his items he would leave afterwards. After this there wouldn't be another time you would see him. After all this time here he was now, it was now or never.
“Tokoyami wait,” he stops and looks at you with confusion written all over his face. You take a deep breath in and you say. “Do you wanna get coffee sometime? Just you, me and Dark Shadow. No Kuroiro, no Komori. Just… us.”
I know you couldn’t add tokoyami to “where would the mha boys give reader a hickey” so what something where would reader give tokoyami a hickey?
Wonderful Idea ❤️ Here's the fic they are referencing
Tokoyami
He likes hickeys most definitely his bird brain likes to be marked up. Be common guys, he's hiding under that big ass cape thing so you could leave them anywhere.
He especially likes the neck because his feathers can get sensitive and it's really like a tease when you're so close yet so far away.
He also really really likes his collar bone to be bitten. He just let's you go to town untill he's all red and a panting mess. His collar bones are one of his most sensitive areas.
No imagine he takes off the cape for smth (yes I know his shirt coves that whole area but let's pretend like he wears other shirts as well that expose more neck and stuff) he probably wouldn't even be thinking about it and then all thr sudden the multitude of hickeys are on full display.
The raven-headed boy laid on his bed, back rested against the dark pillows and head behind his head. His earbuds on full blast and his eyes closed. Sure it could be a bit weird for some to just listen to music and do nothing else – but to him; it was the equivalent of heaven on earth.
Though he’d never really be listening to ‘relaxing’ music – it was more so a mix of everything from Sublime to Fulci. The current song he had on; Helena - ( My Chemical Romance )
His eyes slowly opened and his gaze traveled to the expanding sliver of light coming through his door – interrupting the gloomy atmosphere of his dorm. He wasn’t upset since he already knew who it was entering - it was you. And the only reason he knew was because you were the only one that would come in at random without knocking.
A faint smile pulled at his expression while he subtly scooted over on his bed, making room for you to come join him. Which you happily did.
Crawling into his bed with a small bit of enthusiasm to finally spend some alone time with him, training had been getting quite difficult and more frequent, so the amount of time you had for yourself became less and less every day.
“Whatcha’ listening to?”
Your tone was quiet as you looked up at him, luckily he had already pulled out one of his earbuds to share with you, and to be able to listen to you along with his playlist.
“My Chemical Romance. Would you like to join?”
Without hesitation, you nodded and put in the earbuds. The loud music immediately vibrated your eardrums—it wasn’t uncomfortable, though. Considering you both enjoyed rather loud music, it was a comfortable volume.
He instinctively put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to rest your head on his chest which you happily obliged and even wrapped your arm around his torso.
“...I love you…”
“Love you too.”
⭑ 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗂 ⭑
The faint sound of footsteps down the hall while you hummed a small little tune that had been running through your mind all day. Where were you headed? Down to your villain boyfriend's (rather dirty) room.
The closer and closer you got to the door, the louder the sound of controller clicking and fake gunshots filled the area, you slowly creaked open the door and laid eyes on him. Sat on the edge of his bed, eyes glued to the screen and facial expression completely blank – almost looking un-happy but you knew he was enjoying himself.
You quietly stepped over the dirty clothes littering the floor and next to him on the jumbled blankets and sheets of his bed. He didn’t bother greeting you or pulling you closer, but he did occasionally flicker his stare in your direction.
You both sat in comfortable silence for several minutes, eventually leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Hi…”
He licked his lips though they still remained dry, hitting the pause button on his controlled and resting it in his lap.
“Hey.”
You looked up at him, a loving glint in your eyes as your gaze scanned over his dull features – sure he wasn’t considered ‘conventionally attractive’, but to you? He was the prettiest man you had ever laid eyes on.
“Stop gawking at me, freak”
A small chuckle escaped your mouth as you lowered your head again to look at the shining screen illuminating his bedroom for at least 2 hours now.
“God forbid I look at my boyfriend.”
He scoffed sarcastically and unpaused his game, bringing the controller back up to carefully click over the buttons and joystick, his eyes returning to being fastened to the bright screen.
“When do you intend to be done with this game and actually spend some time with me?”
Your tone was obviously sarcastic, and even if it wasn’t – he should know by now that you were never really that upset over him spending so much time playing video games, in fact; you were the one to buy him the game he had been obsessing over recently as a christmas present.
“10 more minutes.”
“10?! Thats sooooo looongg…” you dramatically sighed and flopped back into his bed, rolling over to face him, your eyes going back to his expression in an attempt to feel out his reaction.
“I can make it 30 if you’d like”
30?! Well of course he was joking…you hoped. But as far as you knew it was an empty threat, if anything he was secretly just as eager to spend time with you without the distraction of a high maintenance game.
Guys I love me some Todoroki, but almost all the 1A guys with a transman or transwoman y/n (as a transmasc guy of course).
*not fully edited so there might be mistakes*
Todoroki harassing the fuck out of Endeavor to let him use his card to pay for any gender affirming care y/n needs. (Same attitude that he had in that one OVA with the plane tickets, LMAO). And him literally comparing scars with you. 🥹
Bakugou being incredibly supportive and protective of reader, of course knowing they’re strong and fully capable, but always right there if they go out and anyone HYPOTHETICALLY gives you a look or even breathes the wrong way.
Izuku specifically after the war arch where he’s not as shy, but still incredibly sweet. I could see him being very attentive to your changes and what triggers you. Absolutely adorable with compliments and quick to correct anyone who misgenders you, and constantly checks up on you and informs you of new information (especially with how America is looking rn-).
Kirishima finding workouts to do to enhance your features, and researching hrt and testosterone. Gets you a cake if and when you start hormones!! And if not, he gets you a cake anyway cause he’s sweet. <33
Denki LITERALLY GIVING YOU CLOTHES (I head cannon that he wears both masc and fem clothes). AND TAKING YOU SHOPPING!! He’d be the type to spam post you with captions like “my handsome man” , “my bbg” (he would use bbg I’m sorry😭). Takes pictures of you all the fucking time, has a folder of you, even if the photos are ugly. Literally so supportive omg.
Sero is a mix of Denki and Kiri but dies a little cause you probably shouldn’t use weed as much. (I died a little too </3). But LOVES to show you off, like omggg he never shuts up about you. Talks about every single milestone you have so proudly.
OMG IIDA ALSO begs his parents to be able to pay for any surgeries or medication you may need. He’s such a sweet partner in general so with such a huge change, it takes a bit of time to adjust but he’s more so worried about side effects of medication and having to fight off anyone who disrespects you. (Which he 100% will, we saw the Stain arc 👀).
Tokoyami with a goth trans y/n, he’d love to share clothes and jewelry. Dark Shadow is def supportive, and will also correct anyone who misgenders you!
desc tokoyami finds comfort in your room — and in you — a dorm room he always returns to, where the wait between visits never feels as long.
a/n 18+ ⸝⸝ aged up au
requested by my best friend @matildallover ♡. tokoyami may be a little ooc since i haven't finished the anime yet, but i read a few fics to get his general vibe! also sorry for the delayed upload — life got a little busy and still fighting sickness... thank you for the patience.
wc 500
tokoyami doesn't let people into his room. it isn't something he announces — it's just known. his space is quiet and intentional, untouched by anyone else. so when he needs somewhere that isn't loud or crowded or full of eyes, he always seems to end up at your door. every time.
your dorm room is smaller than his, but much warmer. the lights are softer, the air faintly scented with laundry detergent and something sweet. he sits wherever you gesture — the chair, the floor, the edge of your bed — careful and respectful. always staying longer than planned.
tonight, you're both supposed to be studying. you're not.
you sit cross-legged on your bed, notes forgotten at your side, watching tokoyami as he leans back against the mattress, long legs stretched out in front of him. he's quieter than usual, dark shadow curled lazily nearby instead of prowling. he looks... comfortable.
"you can sit up here," you say, nodding to the bed.
he hesitates — just a beat — before complying. he sits beside you, close but not touching, hands folded neatly in his lap like he's holding himself still on purpose. your knee brushes his. neither of you moves away.
"you don't mind," he says quietly, "that i come here so often?"
you shrug, pretending your heart isn't beating too fast. "i wouldn't invite you if i did."
he hums, thoughtful. "...then i am glad."
the silence stretches — not awkward, just still. your shoulders inch closer until they touch. the contact sends heat curling low in your stomach. tokoyami notices.
"if i am too close," he murmurs, "you must tell me."
you turn to him instead. your fingers curl lightly into the fabric of his sleeve, testing. his breath stutters — barely audible — but he doesn't pull away. his hand lifts instinctively, hovering near your waist, stopping short like he's waiting for a signal.
you give it to him.
you lean in and kiss him. it's soft at first — careful, almost shy — but deliberate. the moment your lips meet, he freezes, feathers fluffing before he can stop them. then he melts.
his hand settles at your waist, thumb pressing firmly enough to steal your breath. he kisses you back slowly, carefully, like he's afraid of rushing something sacred. the heat builds anyway, steady and pooling beneath your skin.
when you pull back, it's only an inch.
"...you initiated," he murmurs, voice low and rough.
you smile, a little breathless. "was that okay?"
his grip tightens — just slightly.
"it was," he says. "more than okay."
you stay close, foreheads touching, his hand still warm at your side and yours resting over his chest, feeling how fast his heart is beating. neither of you pushes it further. you don't need to.
later, when he finally stands to leave, he pauses at your door like he always does.
"...may i return tomorrow?" he asks.
you nod. "i was hoping you would."
and this time, when he leaves, it's already understood — the space between visits won't feel as long.
cannn I order a mha fumikage burger, i cannot think of a side for the life of me i fear, so can u pick? withhh a strangers to lovers drink? and can it be a smau.
QOTD: fumikage tokoyami. burger—my hero academia. drink—strangers to lovers.
contents smau. DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE TIME STAMPS, THANK YOU! support course! reader. third year! tokoyami. ratboys + arrow for her bands mentioned. a little bit of angst.
authors notes iiiiiiii have never written for him before, i am so sorry if this is inaccurate?? also i did indeed use this trope for ushijima + they’re not really “strangers” b/c reader knows him, but he doesn’t know them?
