#tsu x reader

[demie90s]

olivia miles and stoner!fem! reader 👀👀👀 reader smokes olivia out for the first time and they get all touchy and cute and what not. like friends to lovers type beat, maybe they shotgun… i actually don’t remember if you’ve done this reader before so sorry if you have

Shotgun

Olivia Miles x Fem!Reader

MORE | NAVI

Summary: You’ve always been the mellow one, low eyes, slow laugh, always smelling like weed and vanilla. She’s Notre Dame’s pride, focused, disciplined, coach’s favorite. But off the court, she’s soft for you.

Genre: Slow burn | Friends to lovers | Sapphic tension | Fluff w/ sexual tension

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings⚠️: Weed use, shotgunning, light teasing, touchy-touchy friends, thigh touching, lip biting, tension so thick you could roll it, a bitch might moan.

You already had the blunt halfway done by the time Olivia knocked.

You didn’t mean to start without her. It’s just, well, the vibe was right. The sky was dipping gold through your bedroom curtains, your playlist was somewhere between SZA and Syd, and your lips were dry in that “lemme hit this again” kinda way.

So when her knock came and you got up to open the door eyes glossy, short too big, you didn’t apologize. You just grinned.

“You already started?” Olivia asked, stepping inside with her bag still slung over one shoulder.

“You late,” you teased, flopping back on your bed and offering the lit end. “Catch up.”

She gave you that look, the one with the raised brow and slight smirk, like you lucky you cute, and took off her shoes, then her jacket, dropping them on your desk chair before crawling onto the bed like she’d done it a hundred times. Because she had.

You two had been friends for a minute. Besties, lowkey. Teammates turned something more, if more meant the lingering eye contact and the way she always sat just close enough to brush your thigh. Nothing ever happened. Not really.

But sometimes she’d lay on your chest after a game. Sometimes you’d text until 3am and think too long about her laugh. Sometimes you’d catch her watching your mouth when you chewed your gum slow.

Today felt like one of those sometimes.

Olivia took a pull, slow, cautious, like she hadn’t smoked in a while. She held it like it was delicate. Exhaled like she was testing the air. “Damn,” she coughed a little, then smiled. “You really got the strong shit.”

You reached over, fingers brushing hers as you took it back. “Only the best, baby. You know how I roll.”

“Oh, you fancy huh?” she teased, shifting to lay more against your pillows. “Big dealer energy?”

“Big vibes,” you corrected, taking another hit. Your eyes lingered on her lips, already pink from biting them earlier. “Wanna try something?”

She side-eyed you, amused but curious. “What?”

You didn’t answer right away. Just leaned in, real slow. She didn’t move, didn’t back up, didn’t laugh, didn’t say nah. Her eyes flicked between yours and your mouth like she was trying to read something invisible. Like she already knew what was coming.

You took a deep drag. Held it. Then you got closer. Closer than you needed to be.

Your knees touched. Your face hovered just inches from hers. She blinked once, slow, unsure—but she didn’t stop you. You brought your hand to her jaw, tilted her face up gently, and exhaled.

The smoke slipped between her lips like a secret. Her mouth opened for it. Took it in. You were still holding her when her eyes fluttered half shut. Her breath came out shakier this time. Not just from the smoke. But from you.

“That’s called a shotgun,” you whispered, voice honey-thick and teasing. “You fuck with it?”

Olivia swallowed. “Do it again.”

You smiled, slow and smug. “Say please.”

She huffed out a laugh, leaning in until your foreheads touched. “You’re annoying.”

Already reaching for the blunt again. You hit it, and this time, when you leaned in to share, your lips brushed hers. Just slightly.

The smoke passed between you. And when it cleared, neither of you moved. You were still that close. Close enough to feel her breath on your cheek. Close enough to kiss her.

So you did. Soft. Careful. Like a question you were finally brave enough to ask. When Olivia kissed you back, she answered it.

She cupped your face with one hand, her thumb grazing your cheek, the kiss deepening just enough to make your chest flutter. She tasted like weed and lip balm and something warm and sweet, something that felt like finally.

When you pulled back, barely, she didn’t let go.

“You high?” you asked, smirking.

“Yeah,” she murmured, eyes still half-lidded. “On you.”

You groaned, playful. “That was corny as hell.”

She laughed into your neck, wrapping her arms around your waist like she lived there. “Shut up. You like it.”

You did. You liked her. High or not, that was clear now. When you passed her the blunt again, her fingers lingered in yours.

The blunt was just a slow burn by now, barely smoking, barely holding on. Kinda like the two of you, wrapped up in each other and forgetting the rest of the world existed.

Olivia was laying halfway on you, one leg slung lazily across your thighs like she belonged there. Her cheek was on your chest, arms tucked under you, and every few minutes she’d shift a little closer like she couldn’t stand even an inch of space.

“You comfortable?” you asked, grinning as you traced lazy shapes into the curve of her hip through her leggings.

She nodded, slow. “You’re warm.”

“You’re clingy.”

You loved the way her fingers kept slipping under the hem of your shirt, not trying anything,just resting there. Her thumb rubbed soft circles into your skin like she was grounding herself.

Your other hand was in her curls now, messing with them just to feel something between your fingers. She’d always had good hair. But you’d never been this close, never had this excuse to touch it.

“Why you always smell so good?” she mumbled, nuzzling into your chest like you were a pillow with a heartbeat.

“Cause I’m magical, baby,” you said, your voice low and syrupy. “You should know that by now.”

“I do,” she whispered.

It got quiet after that, but not awkward quiet. Just the kind where everything felt full already. The kind where the song playing barely registered, and your high slowed into something soft and sweet. The kind where neither of you moved too fast. You just breathed.

Then she started doing that thing. That cute thing. Where her fingers curled around your wrist, right where your pulse was. She was just holding it. Thumb brushing against it. Like she was feeling the beat of something she already knew.

You smiled down at her. “What’s that about?”

“Dunno,” she shrugged, not letting go. “You got a nice heartbeat.”

“That’s weird.”

She smiled into your chest like she knew that. Like maybe she’d known it for a long time. She lifted her head just enough to meet your eyes. Her lips were still slightly parted, a little pink from the blunt and the kiss, and her eyes were soft, heavy-lidded, glossy, not just from the high but from the way she was looking at you now.

Like she was finally seeing you. Or maybe letting you see her. You brought your hand up, brushing a knuckle down the side of her face. She leaned into it like instinct.

“You been tryna kiss me or am I trippin’?” you asked, voice playful but soft around the edges.

Olivia laughed, covering her face in your chest. “Shut up.”

You pulled her closer. “That’s a yes.”

She didn’t say anything, but her hand slid up your hoodie, fingers splaying wide over your ribs like she was trying to memorize the shape of you.

“I’ve been tryna kiss you,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “Like. For months.”

Her breath caught. Then she exhaled, sinking further into your arms.

“Good,” she said softly. “So I’m not crazy.”

“Nah,” you murmured, lips brushing her hairline. “You just late.”

She looked up again, laughing, and you both giggled like idiots for a minute. Like you weren’t tangled up together in a bed that suddenly felt a little smaller. A little warmer.

Eventually, she shifted so she was lying on top of you, arms tucked under your back, chin resting on your collarbone.

“You high?” she asked, echoing your earlier words.

“Yeah.”

“On me?”

You groaned dramatically. “See? You really corny.”

“But you love me though.”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, I do.”

When her nose brushed yours and her arms tightened around your waist, you didn’t need to say anything else. You just held her.

This was better than the high.

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[katsukota]

Random relationship texts w Class 1-A

a/n : these arent mine, just found them on Pinterest. filler post before i keep writing cause they put my ass to work today 😕

Deku, Denki, Kirishima, Mina, Iida, Ochako, Shoji, Ojiro, Momo

Bakugou, Sero, Denki, Shinsou

Bakugou, Vigilante Deku, Denki, Jiro, Momo

Denki, Todoroki (does NOT understand but hes there for it), Tokoyami, Tsu, Kirishima

Denki (Sorry half of these are just so him), Deku, Mina, Hagakure, Aoyama, Koda

Aoyama, Bakugou, Vigilante Deku, Tokoyami, Shinsou, Mi..mineta.. (sorry i wanted to include everyone atleast one and that does include him)

Sato, Denki, Sero, Mineta, Bakugou eventually trust 🙏🙏

If you read this far, tell me what I should finish writing next !

mean x meaner pt 4

nonchalant x crashout pt 2

secret in the works bakugou fic

secret in the works touya fic

do a writing event

Voting ended onDec 5, 2024

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA - How they comfort you - I

Dedicated to my dear friend @marsoverthestars.

Summary: Your peers notice you've hit a rough patch lately and want to help.

Warnings: Pure fluff, comfort, mentions of depression, mentions of unhealthy habits.

It was no secret: you were going through it. Life was ju8st currently putting you through the wringer and you were beginning to feel like a damp, laundered rag. Due to having a quirk heavily affected by your emotions, every soul around you could feel your upset, as if your depressive mood chipped the very paint off the walls. Luckily for you, they know just the trick to help you out of your funk!

Yuga Aoyama:

"Out of bed, mon amie." Yuga chirped, letting himself into your room, throwing the curtains open. You hissed at the sudden flood of light.

"Aoyama, shut the curtains!" you protested, pulling your comforter over your head and rolling over.

"Not today, cheri," He persisted, tearing your covers from you.

"You've been locked away in this dungeon for far too long, my dear, and I'm afraid you're beginning to smell." He smirked, pulling you out of bed by your wrist, forcefully but with care.

"Gee, thanks..." you grumbled, rubbing your eyes, nonchalantly sniffing your underarm before wincing. "Fuck, I do smell."

"Langauge, amie," He reminded, sifting through your dresser. "But yes, you do, and worse than that, you're loosing your sparkle and that simply won't do." He stood straight, a bundle of clothes in his arms, smiling warmly. "For this time only, I will grant you access to my luxury bath salts, so make sure and enjoy them while you can."

He shooed you out of your own room, shoving your clothes into your arms. "No off with you, towels warm and the bathwater is boiling. Go take care of yourself, darling."

Mina Ashido:

Mina hadn't seen any sign of you in days, worrying her to bits. She knew you tended to seclude yourself when you were down, and she did try to respect that. She'd comb through TikTok, bombarding your inbox with memes, edits of your favorite characters, and 'us' slideshows, but when you would simply heart them (if you responded at all), she couldn't take it anymore.

"(Y/N), are you in there?" She asked cautiously from the hall, knocking softly. "Can I come in, please? I miss you!"

You trudge to the door, wrapped in melancholy and a stale blanket. "What is it, Mina?" To your surprise, she threw her arms around you, tearing up as she saw your disheveled state.

"Whatever it is, I'm sorry!" she lamented, squeezing you tightly. "Whatever is bothering you, we can talk about it, please don't shut yourself away from me!" You'd never seen her so upset outside of battle. She was typically so bubbly, was she that concerned. "Everyone's so worried about you..."

"M-Me...?"" you repeat, not having realized how important you were to others.

"Please, if you won't come out, at least let me in..." she begged, pulling back with an earnest look, onyx scaleras glistening with worry. To her relief and yous, you relented, letting her inside.

Tsuyu Asui:

Tsu had noticed you withdrawing from your peers long before you actually had. First, you wouldn't talk as much in class, then you began eating lunch alone and declining invites out, and then, one day, you disappeared entirely.

She wasn't entirely sure how to go about comforting you, but it was obvious to her you were having a hard time. At first, she just left you alone, thinking you might have needed space, but then she began to wonder if there was something more she could do. Then it came to her, she was a big sister, she was so good at giving comfort to others. She'd just do for you what she'd do her her siblings.

"You you like a hug, ribbit?" the question caught you off guard as you stood in the kitchen, drink in hand, one of the rare occasions you left your room.

"What?"

"I've noticed you've been having a hard time, would you like a hug, ribbit?" She asked, offering you her arms. "I know being part frog, I'm a little awkward to hug, but when my little siblings were upset, I'd-" You didn't care how her slouched back back it odd for you to do it, you wrapped your arms around her, tears streamiong down your face.

"Yes, a hug would be wonderful, Tsu..." you answered with a sniffle. "Thank you." She happily enveloped you in a warm embrace, stroking her thumbs over your shoulders.

"Happy to help, ribbit," she beamed, resting her head on your shoulder. "I'm happy to give you as many hugs as you like, anytime you like..."

Tenya Iida:

Tenya was smart, obviously, but he was still a novice when it came to relationships with his peers and handling interactions. That's why when you began skipping class, he, as class president took it upon himself to hand deliver your homework, along with a stern talking to about attendance. That earned him a door slamming in his face, to nobody's suprise.

Now he knows better. Though it goes against his morals, he cuts you slack, visiting you every day briefly. Papers slide under your door in stacks. Neatly written notes, mock tests, and graded homework, all with nothing less than A's. You haven't done your homework in a week. Among the pages, one day, a letter appears, reading:

"I understand I am still learning how to be a friend, and you are teaching me new ways to be a better one. I appreciate that. I also understand I can't take your woes off your plate, so, even though I find it wrong, I will take on what of your burdens I can. I hope we can talk soon, but until then, take all the time away from school that you need. You will have perfect grades to come back to."

Ochako Uraraka:

'Good morning!' 'Goodnight!' 'How do you feel today?' It seemed like your phone never stopped dinging from how many times a day she texted you. Not only that but she'd check in on you in person multiple times a day as well, especially if you didn't answer any of her texts. She'd bring you breakfast in the mornings and dinner in the evening, catch you up on current events.

Eventually, you wound up letting her stay longer each time, texting her back longer replies. Before you knew it, you were texting/talking for hours. She'd send you a meme and you'd send one back. She'd tell you who liked who in the toher classes and you actually began to care.

You didn't even notice when the worries of your depressive episode began to fade into the background, the excitement of waking up to a good morning text lighting up your day each and every time.

Mashirao Ojiro:

It wasn't clear how it came to this, but here you were, cradled in Mashiroa's lap, tail curled around you securely. "Shhh, it's okay, let it out." he murmured, chin resting atop your head, thumbs stoking your skin with such care as he rocked you back and forth, letting you cry and vent your frustrations.

He hadn't needed to ask, he didn't beg you to talk. He simply knocked on your door and engulfed you in a warm, wordless embrace, the moment you opened it, holding you against him until you stopped resisting. You were rewarded for your surrender with his fingers gently raking through your hair. And then, you ended up like this.

"It's all gonna be okay, I promise." He swore, pressing a kiss to your temple as he felt your breathing calm. You'd cried yourself to sleep in his arms. He was just glad to see your pain fading away, even if momentarily.

Denki Kaminari:

"Why'd you stop answering your phone?" Denki asked, leaning into your doorway. "I've been worried sick."

"It died," you said dismissively. In truth, you doom-scrolled the battery to death.

"Charge it, maybe?" he deadpanned, cocking a brow at you.

"Lost my brick." you answered numbly, moving to shut the door, simply wanting to crawl back into bed, only to have his foot come between it and the frame.

"Bullshit," he called, pushing his way into your room, kicking out of his shoes and crawling into your bed without care in the world. "C'mon," he patted the space beside you, rolling his eyes at your befuddled expression. He swiped your chord off the nightstand, popping it in his mouth. "Bring me your phone." he said, words muffled by the charged between his teeth.

Your shoulders slumped as you came closer, handing it over, watching him plug the chord into it before holding the power button and bringing it back to life. Reluctantly, you crawled under the covers with him. "What are you doing?" you asked as he opened the Youtube app.

"You look like you could use a laugh," he smirked fingers tapping across the keyboard. The search bar read 'kids getting hurt'.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Eijiro sat on the outside of your door, rapping softly against it near the bottom. "Talk to me, please?" He asked, defeated. "I wanna help..." He had been at this for hours, listening to you cry on the other side of the locked door. He finally sighed, shifting into a more comfortable position. "We don't have to talk, if you don't wanna, we could just chill..."

Ten minutes pass and still, your only response to his coaxing are sobs not even meant for him. "I'm not exactly cuddly, but I could give you a hug?" he offered, knowing it was futile. "We could watch a movie, just lay in bed." he swallowed hard, rolling his stiff neck. "Just let me know you're okay..."

Still, he got no answer and part of him began to wonder if he was doing more harm than good. "Want me to just go...?"

"...No..." your soft voice came from the other side- inches away. When had you moved closer? It didn't matter. His fingers slipped under the crack of the door as a sympathetic smile crept across his face, widening when he felt yours graze them.

"I'm not goin' anywhere," he reassured kindly. "We don't gotta talk, I'll stay out here all night if I have to. Until you're ready for more than company."

Koji Koda:

Koji had no idea how to help soothe your pain as shy as he was. He could hardly talk to you in person, what could he possibly do? Well, he did have your social media, and he knew your favorite animal...

At exact times, staggered throughout the day, your phone would buzz, always with a message from him saying something like: 'I hope you're doing okay today!" with an attachment of a cute video or picture of your favorite animal. Sometimes they'd come with a little factoid about the animal.

It wasn't much, but he put a good deal of effort into this ritual, always making sure the messages, facts, and media were never the same. Little did he know, his efforts weren't in vain, they meant everything to you.

Rikido Sato:

Rikido had many flaws, but if there was one thing he was an expert at, it was keeping an index of everyone's tastes, and baking. That's why when he noticed you beginning to pull away from your friends, he was quick to jump into action. He wasn't one for confrontation, but acts of service were how he showed he cared.

He knew you favored a certain flavor, and he challenged himself to see how far he could take that knowledge. What all could he do with the extract of one flavor?

You were taken back when you began finding treats waiting for you outside your room every day. Poundcake on Monday, cupcakes on Tuesday, tarts on Wednesday, and so on and so forth. After a week or so, he was beginning to sweat, having scoured the internet and every book on his shelf for new recipes.

On the eighth day, while setting a beautifully wrapped box of cookies at your door, he jumped out of his skin, looking up to find your feet in front of him. "Sato..." you muttered, smiling sadly down at him as he bashfully stood, hulking over you.

"S-Sorry to bug you, just uh..." he explained sheepishly, lifting the package off the floor and handing it over directly. "I-I made you some cookies and..."

"Thank you..." you smiled, holding them to your chest. "You're so sweet." He was delighted to see such a genuine look of joy in your tired eyes. He felt like he'd found you after a long search.

"There you are..." he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Missed you..."

I hope these help lift yall's spirits! There will be more, I promise!

[rexhya]

dekusquad as real life hs tropes (pt.2) — ✦ ✦

incl — izuku, todoroki, iida, uraraka, tsu

warn — same as last, NOT BETA READ, sorry it's shorter i didnt mich inspo for this round + i wanna clear my drafts

freshman year —

ohhh boy, lets start with the obvious. izuku has no friends, absolutely 0, completely alone, completely enraptured with himself and obsessions. he's in every advanced class you can think of ( the seniors are more impressed then they are intimidated ), unfortunately for how smart he is he's horrible at explaining things because his mind is moving at 100 kilometers per second and god, his hand writting is AWFUL

has a craving desire for perfection, will tear down entire posters if they're not to his liking.

meets iida in ap statistics

they bond instantly, tenya admires izuku so much, despite his anxious nature he's somone tenya ( other than his brother) really looks up to and strive to be like

intoduces him to uraraka who he was friends with in middle school and sits with at lunch

izuku has insta crush, partly because ochaco is so sweet, partly because shes a pretty girl

tsu is there as well, she's pretty as well but deku knows the difference between platonic and romantic attraction

they fall into a simple routine, ( which izuku loves, routines are probably his favorite thing )

but it's unfortunately ruined by a quiet yet loud presence that invades their circle

( todoroki actually has no idea they were sitting there, he just saw an open spot away from everyone and began eating. the problem is he didn't know how to leave, should he move now? but they were already talking an eating, it didn't really seem like they minded, plus they were nice to listen to, almost as if he was included in their friendship but not really )

eventually ochaco makes a joke so funny even todoroki laughs, their attention is turn to him

its a rare case in which an introverted group has adopted another introvert

from there on out it was smooth sailing

the first time any of there scheduals aligned and wanted to hang out with each other they choose izukus house ( holy shit was that place spotless )

then they choose iida's, ( uraraka thinks his brother is hot, she kinda likes the image of todoroki next to him...)

then they choose ochako's ( and follow in that rotation each time, shouto's house is huge but it's a fucking mess family wise. he's too embarrassed of who might be home that day to invite any of his friends over. tsu lives farthest away from all of them, they've agreed it'd be more of an inconvenience to trav there )

ochako keeps a bunch of gl/bl mangas under the floorboards of her apartment. her parents don't pay much attention to her anyways but theres always a lingering thought of what she might do if she were to get caught

tsu was really expiermentational with her styles around this time, shes pretty sure she got bullied for it but had dress to her liking anyways

shouto hasn't felt this loved since he was born, he adores all his friends despite the rather aloof nature he plays into he quickly ( and im mean quickly) grows a deep affection for all of his comrades

tsu can tell ( despite him not telling ) that he's had a troubled childhood ( though izuku would agrue anyone could tell that per the "birthmark" that plauges his left eye and face )

shouto already feels the closest with izuku, he accidentally catches a glimpse of the perfectly straight lines on his wrist and feels empathetic.

he'd never done anything like that himself but his eldest brother had so many mental health issues he wasn't all that shocked to see izuku's wrists so batter up. ( love you touya ! )

shoutou lets it slip his dad should probably be classified as abusive and put in jail but instead of being deterred izuku nods and says his dad was like that to except he wasn't around anymore he'd decided ( fucking bastard ) that after all he'd done he'd take his own life to face the consequences un whatever hell he ended up in

they really are the only ones who trauma dump to each other like this, it stays like that for a while

( untill the fated junior year ! )

uraraka and iida come up with a plan to celebrate izukus birthday after they find out he does next to nothing for it

simple surprise party decorated by tsu ( our craft queen ) and in a way that perfectly suits izuku's preferences for things ( no coffeti, or candles they make him anxious )

iida is the most busy of all of them, all his classes, debate club, music, ( he plays clarinet! ), sports ( he runs track also is team captain ) and his social life of course, ( somthing he often neglects) so it surprises them when he's the first one to get into a relationship ( its this girl whos name only he can remember, she broke it off along the lines of "youre to involved for me" . he cried a little yes.)

sophomore year —

this is when tsu introduces izuku into manga (and hes soooo annoying about it, he's more knowledgeable then tsu now)

deku feels platonically in love with todoroki more than usual, after there vulnerability really gets vulnerable he honestly feels like thats his bestfriend

iida is so jelly omg, he likes todoroki but assumes he and deku have more in common ( and maybe they do ) it's the simple fact that deku and todoroki have similar upbringings that makes them closer than any hobby or interest could

he doesn't show the fact he's jealous ( thought uraraka and tsu can both tell ) just continues on being group leader, ( even though sometimes he wants to be in a duo too >~< )

the first time any of them were invited to a party it was through todoroki

todoroki is incredibly suspicous during this time, and assumes everyone has the worst intentions for him ( they do not )

but also understands a certain vibe that he himself doesn't have but knows he should have for things like this

anyways he end up taking a shot or two and d ends up getting roofied at this party mina throws

uraraka was supposed to be with him (because deku would rather die then go to a party bakugou will 99.99% be at ( he hadn't told shoutou about particular trauma quiet yet )) but she was no where to be found when jirou came out and so he's left to fend for himself on the cold bathroom floor

eventually iida comes to pick them all up and since nobodies answering there phone pitifully decides to walk into the house

he finds uraraka first ( I mean how could he not, she's acting dangerously out of character, shirtless, screaming and dancing at the top of her lungs on a table, visibly wasted )

corrects her immediately, ( which she's angry about now but thankful for later ) and then finds todoroki, have splain out on the floor and wondering what in the hell happened to him

worried that he was drugged he sobers uraraka up enough and hands her a sandwich and takes todoroki to a emergent care facility (and whaddya know)

he's treated, get's todoroki's older brother to pick him up ( love you touya :3 ) and drives home safely

todoroki cries when he finds out what iida did for him ( he's been crying alot these days ) and thanks him with cold soba ( definitely not iida's favorite, it's the thought that counts

also the year when iida's brother dies, not a great start to the year.

he litterally gave up after that (his brother was his woorrrlld y'all don't even understanndd)

doesn't talk to his friends for weeks, that's when todoroki decides to go see him, ( God his room is a mess shoutou knows tenya-before-tensei would never tolerate )

he's so scared of the look on tenyas face, he threatens to call the police ( which gives no reaction ) but realizes that's stupid and he sounds like his dad ( God what was he turning into?) and calls uraraka instead

she knew tenya was heartbroken and realizes the tenya-before-tensei is gone and decides to call the rest of her precious group of friends to help clean his room at least.

deku understands the way he's feeling ( of course he does ) and shuffles his body into the shower ( izuku goes all out, does the laundry, sets out all the work he's missed on, ( which he'll most definitely help him catch on later ) and even cleans the family room they want to watch a movie in

they pretty much baby them the rest of the day, and in normal circumstances he'd die of embarrassment but sadly these aren't normal circumstances

he's so silent, but his eyes are gittering in appreciation for his friends

izuku wants to stay the whole night but iida knows they have a ap-chem test tomorrow, he insists they go home

tsu stays instead, she facetimes the rest of them when it's time for bed and forehead kisses him 4 times for the rest of them and herself ( he's tucked into bed feeling a little less horribly )

second semester is a little less worse ( tenya is starting to feel like tenya again, if only slightly )

tsu seems to be like a stranger sometimes, ( or have they been a stranger to her? )

tsu is invited to this girls party where uraraka is ( once again ) over sharing about her "crush" on todoroki, a week later mina has had sex with the boy and things take a turn for the worst

tsu can't see why ochako is so angry anyways, ( she'd only been saying that to impress mina anyways ) and isn't super guys in the first place

ochako makes a big deal out of it but tsu is kinda over her anyways, she's never really been the first choice for ochako and now won't make a difference

shouto feel like he betrayed himself, mina hadn't wanted a relationship ( a possibility he should have thought about before letting her slide down on him ) and also feels angry for assimilating with the "bad side" ( izuku has told him about bakugou )

he tells deku anyway, tells him he's sorry and if they no longer want to be friends he understands

izuku isn't mad in the slightest, he actually feels more sad then angry about his old friends relationship

todoroki is the most veunerable he's every been, izuku is crying before he is. it's a whole thing, they're platonic soulmates rn.

junior year —

this is when they had the most character development, uraraka isn't minas first choice ( never had a been, never will be ) it's something she has to come to terms with and realizes what a bad friend she's been to tsu and her crew

none of it can be adressed before mina is suddenly telling the whole school she's been sleeping with their homeroom teacher

and in a litteral sense she has been, her mother and father made some bad calls and now the're stuck on the streets untill they can find a place, uraraka is mortified beyond belief when aizawa offers her family his place ( but immensley grateful, it's the one time her over sharing has worked in her favor )

she ignores the rumors best she can and tries to be involved in her friends lives ( more specificallly tsu who she feels like she hasn't cared enough for ) and it works in some areas

tsu stopped looking at her however, she hasn't really paid much attention to anything she's been saying and she knows it's kind of her fault

tsu is also angry though, after 4 months of blatant ignoring ochako's had enough, she can't force someone to be friends with her ( she's so sad about having to her go, she feels like she'll never meet someone like her again )

ozuku, shoutou, and iida all take her side, ( slightly unwilling, they feel as if it can be fixed )

she complies her sadness into smoking ( both her parents smoke, she has such easy access it's no wonder she never got caught )

izuku is fighting demons with katsuki, ( why had he even tried? he's so fucking stupid )

shoutou feels helpless against it all ( and in some ways he is ) tries his best but izuku's reached his thighs now and he just wants to give up all the time

year that izuku's diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ( Type A ), there's slight relief but also he needs therapy his mom simply can't afford, looks for other outlets ( which are sadly just his compulsions )

endeavor only adds to the pot, he tried to hit his mom again, todoroki is punching him before he realizes it ( he regrets nothing )

iida is better but almost can't handle all of things, still struggling with his own grief

they don't see each other much this year, and yet the summer arrives and with it, change.

senior year --

things are better ( thank fucking God, another minute of anything they wouldn't have survived )

todoroki wins his trial and they celebrate in urarakas new home

izuku never does end up speaking to or about bakugou again but he doesn't have to, his family is enough

tsu and ochako make up, they both decide they were never meant to be apart in the first place ( first choice x first choice )

iida is finally moving on ( but this time in tenya-after-tensei and off course the grief still lingers )

they all know exactly what they're careers are going to be

this is when they realize no matter what happens they can't leave each other, ( their directions in life are so different, they call all the time now )

++ bonus

after graduation they all did a time capsule video which they all forgot about and like 5 years later, stumble upon and cry and laugh about

iida never told a soul but he's tried smoking once, ( proved his beliefs that smoking is horrible and horrible for you

todoroki feels like uraraka and tsu's older brother, (idk he feels responsible for protecting them or smth ) and reprimands ochako profusely about her smoking problems )

iidas seinor quote is now they're little saying "When going gets tough, the tough get going." — joseph p

[bnhaemporium]

Deku Squad Kissing Headcanons

Characters: Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsu

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Midoriya

Whether or not it’s the first or the hundredth time he kisses you, Izuku will be slightly nervous when he kisses you. There’s a small tremble of anticipation in his hands as they find a spot on your hips and gently massage the soft areas found there.

There’s a strange buzz of power to his kisses and he tastes faintly of the ocean in a way you’d never quite place correctly. He’s addictive in that way, making you want to kiss him more to work it out.

Even if he’s exhausted from training or a fight, emotions rung raw from the world around him, he blushes and smiles after every kiss you share. There’s an adoration in his gaze you can never deny.

He overthinks too much so you always know when he’s planning on kissing you. Catching him off-guard during these moments may earn you a small squeak of panic but is guaranteed to make his day far better.

Uraraka

There’s a constant sweetness to the way Ochako shares kisses with you. She fills every second with innate happiness as she flings her arms around your neck, bumping your noses together playfully, before kissing you.

You’ve never known why she tastes like powdered sugar but you know you aren’t imagining the honey-like flavour on her lips. If you mention it to her, she only laughs and kisses you again.

The blush on her cheeks afterwards is adorable and guaranteed to make you smile. Though shy, she laughs softly when you move away and you can see her wanting to follow your lips back. The gleam in her gaze is so packed with affection that you melt beneath it.

She’s confident in her affection for you and doesn’t ever want you to feel like she doesn’t care. When people are around, she tries to limit the time you spend staring into one another’s eyes though it’s hard.

Iida

Tenya kisses you with a passion and a depth you never imagined before he showed you – he feels that if he’s given the opportunity to show you his emotions, he’s going to be sure he does it to the best of his abilities.

He tastes faintly metallic but not in an unpleasant way. Instead, there’s a rich undertone beneath it and you once found it reminiscent of an old but still very luxurious car.

He takes a moment after your kiss. His eyes linger closed and he stays a hair’s width from your lips, breathing in all aspects of you. There are few points in life when he allows himself to fully relax but these seconds are the times when he believes nothing else matters.

You love sharing kisses with him but he doesn’t feel like they’re something for everyday occurrences. He holds back until he reaches what he considers to be the perfect timing.

Todoroki

The slight roughness in Shoto’s kisses never truly goes away even as he learns more about what he enjoys. The hand on the back of your neck, tangled with your hair, is a constant.

You tease him about how he tastes like both sweet and sour though this isn’t quite true. You instead find yourself reminded of having a mint on a winter’s morning, feeling the cold rush of air against your skin and getting shivers down your spine at the thought alone.

He never manages to find out what he’s meant to do after he kisses you and you always laugh at the slight furrow of his brow when he studies your face a little too closely. It’s endearing.

When he wants to kiss you, he will do so regardless of who’s around or the setting that you’re in. He’s been denied a great deal during his life and you’re the one thing he won’t accept it for.

Tsu

Tsu kisses slowly, lifts one hand to rest it against your cheek, and gently turns your face to her. She’s deliberate in everything she does, having already thought this through enough times for it to become a distraction.

Her lips linger with the taste of the pools she loves so much, slightly like chlorine and the temperature of cool water. She smells faintly of the pool also and chuckles when you comment on it.

She leaves too quickly after she kisses you – leaves you wanting more but too stunned to request it until she’s doing something else. If you catch her eye during this, you’ll see the lingering mischief and teasing there.

You never expect Tsu to kiss you. She always finds the best moments when nobody’s looking and you’re thoroughly distracted. Sometimes you’re even certain the others must be in on it with how perfectly she times it, leaving them to ask if you’re alright.

[frickingnerd]

tsuyu crushing on a dense reader

pairing: tsuyu asui x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, dense/oblivious!reader, tsuyu being direct about her feelings (& reader not getting it), confession

tsuyu is a very direct person, that speaks her mind and doesn't hide how she feels

she always thought she had made clear how she felt about you, being as open as she could about her feelings for you

and yet, that didn't seem to be enough, as you still seemed to be completely oblivious about her crush on you

tsuyu was being as patient as she could with you, wanting to give you time to figure out for yourself how she felt about you

but slowly time started to run out for the two of you, as you wouldn't stay at UA forever and would eventually have to part ways

and tsuyu really didn't want to leave her feelings for you unsaid, so eventually she decided that she'd have to be as clear as possible with you the next time the two of you would meet

though even then, when she confessed to you telling you she liked you then even saying that she loved you, you still didn't get the message, replying with an "oh, i love you too! you're my best friend after all!" 

it was there that tsuyu gave up on words and instead let her actions speak

she cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss, drawing it out for as long as she could, only pulling away once she needed to breathe again

after the kiss, your face slowly started to turn red as suddenly all the events of the last few months started to look quite different to you

all the times tsuyu said she loved you, all the times you held hands and cuddled… you couldn't help but get flustered as you realized her intentions behind it

"o-oh… that's what you meant…!" 

[akanewcrld]

1A GIRLS AS YOUR DESKMATE

notes: what it would be like to share a desk with them!! 

characters: ochako uraraka, momo yaoyorozu, kyoka jiro, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, toru hagakure 

warnings: mentions of food in tsus!!

word count: 0.8k

OCHAKO URARAKA, who passes you little notes everyday. it could be a question like “wanna hang out after school?” or just a cute drawing, but you often see a little folded paper with a heart on your desk. 

your eyes look down to find a white paper folded, with a tiny heart drawn on top. you look over to ochako, who is too busy writing down notes about the lesson to notice. 

you open the paper, reading the content inside. “hey, wanna hang out after school? :D” you take your pencil and write on her note “ofc <3” and slide it back to her. 

ochako reads the note, smiling over at you before going back to writing the notes. 

MOMO YAOYOROZU, who helps you study. if you space off in class, she will let you copy off her notes. she invites you to her dorm to help you learn everything you need to for that next test, but sometimes you’ll just hang out. 

“y/n?” you snap out of your thoughts, looking over at momo. you ask her what she needs. 

“you haven’t written down any notes.” you look at momo’s paper with half of the page already filled, then at yours, which is empty. 

“here, you can copy off mine, but pay more attention next time, y/n.” momo tilts her notebook towards you slightly, continuing to write. 

“we can also study at my dorm later, if you want.” momo tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. you nod your head in agreement, making momo smile. 

KYOKA JIRO, who gives you her airpod in a boring class so you can both listen to music. she’ll usually play loud music but sometimes you’ll convince her to turn it down so she can at least try to focus. 

you let out a sigh, only loud enough for you to hear, and jiro. she looks over at you, pulling out her airpods. she holds one out to you that you take and she starts to play music. 

you take a few minutes to not pay attention to the class, lightly tapping your feet to the rhythm of the music. once one or two songs end you turn to jiro. 

“hey, maybe we should try to pay attention a little bit, that looks like stuff we should probably know.” jiro frowns, but it’s not like you want to pay attention either. 

“yeah, you’re right.” she turns her music down some, giving you a thumbs up before she starts writing. 

MINA ASHIDO, who is always talking to you during class. it doesn’t bother you much, but aizawa often has to interrupt his teaching to tell her to pay attention. due to all of her talking, she doesn’t get the best grades, but you try your best to help her!

“hey y/n? me and the squad are gonna be hanging in my room if you wanna come! it will be fun.” mina whisper shouts. 

“sure, i will.” you smile at mina, turning back to your notes. 

“oh, did you hear that-“ 

“mina, stop talking in my class, or i will send you to detention.” aizawa clears his throat, going back to his lesson. 

“i’ll tell you later..” mina tries to focus on the lesson, visibly confused. 

“i could help you later if you want.” mina nods in agreement. 

TSUYU ASUI, who is always giving you little snacks and sometimes packs your lunch for you. sometimes she’ll even bring homemade food, which tastes very good. 

your stomach grumbles quietly. you forgot to eat breakfast and it’s the class before lunch. you stare at the clock, willing it to go faster. 

“y/n, are you hungry, kero? i made some homemade cookies if you want one.” your eyes light up at tsu’s words and you eagerly nod your head. 

tsu hands you a cookie which you take a bite of. “mmm!” you whisper, taking another bite. tsu puts her cookies away. 

“im glad you like them, kero.” 

TORU HAGAKURE, who always lets you borrow her school supplies. pencils, highlighters, erasers, anything you need. 

“alright class, take out you pencil and notebook. you’re gonna need it.” your teacher says. you grab your notebook from your bag, searching for a pencil as well. 

hagakure taps you on the shoulder. “y/n? here, take this.” she gives you a pencil which you accept. “thanks hagakure!” you smile at her. 

“do you need a highlighter too? fee free to use mine.” hagakure has a few highlighters lined up on the desk in the middle of you and her. 

“you’re really awesome for letting me use your school supplies hagakure, thanks.” you tell her at the end of class

“o-oh, it’s nothing. just trying to help out a friend.”

[izukulus]

SPIN THE BOTTLE!

cw — implied fem reader but no pronouns used, kissing, first kisses, god if ur real let me smooch ocako uraraka before i die, i make my crush on jirou so obvious </3, calling jirou 'pretty girl'.

ft — momo yaoyorozu, ochako uraraka, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, kyoka jirou.

taglist — @yurlocalizukusimp @snowymaltese @voidshoutsback @uxavity @koushisun @stillsirachasas <3

hm. i am thinking about spin the bottle with the class 1a girls. all of you cosied up on momo's huge canopy bed with the soft gossamer curtains closed around you all, enclosing you in and turning the light hazy and angelic. it's squishy and intimate, and you have mina's bare arm pressed up against your left and tsu lolling tiredly against your shoulder when hagakure excitedly suggests playing spin the bottle.

there's a little initial reluctance - ochako blushes profusely and insists you're all probably a little old for it, and momo has to be walked through the concept. mina is all for it, however, and jirou shrugs and says she guesses it couldn't hurt, it's just a little fun, right?

so momo finishes off the crystal-cut glass of juice she'd hoisted into the room for all of you and places it in the middle of the bed upon a cardboard plane so it spins smoothly. you shift nervously, looking around at all these girls.

"y/n, you go first!" mina encourages you, nudging your side excitedly.

you flush hotly. "uh, why me?"

"'cause you haven't kissed anyone in, like, forever, right?" hagakure screeches. "c'mon, have a spin!"

"oh, jeez..." why did you ever tell her that? reluctantly, you put your clammy hand on the glass. it's cold beneath your sickly flushed skin, and you give your wrist a sharp twist. the glass flies, a blurring catherine wheel of sparkling crystal, before slowing down to point at...

▶︎ MOMO.

she blinks wide, dark eyes, the shining plump apples of her cheeks already searing scarlet.

"oh," she says faintly, wringing her hands. "d-does this mean...?"

"is that okay?" your heart pounds in your ears. god, she's so pretty. she's practically cherubic, a regular renaissance painting, shining out of old parchment with new beautiful colours. she twists her lithe, polished fingers, a touch nervous, presses her balmed lips together as she considers.

"of course it's okay," she hastens to assure you. "it's just... i haven't - that is, i..."

"momo," you blink. "have - have you never kissed anybody before?"

looking horribly embarrassed, momo retreats into the curtain of her shiny, ink-dark hair and twitches her head no. your expression softens, anxiety ebbing in the wake of her own, and you lean slowly across the bottle to lace one of your hands in hers. you have to stifle a gasp at how soft her skin is as she grips onto you as though you're a lifeline; when you cup her cheek with your other hand, her face jerks up. there's a flash of panic in the glinting onyx of her eyes, and a flash of... something else. her gaze drops briefly to your lips before it scatters, leaving her bright red and stammering on her own breath.

"don't worry," you smile. "it's not a big deal. if you don't wanna do it, that's okay too."

you let her consider; but there's not a shred of doubt in her expression, no matter how embarrassed she appears, when she lifts her head to meet your gaze.

"i want to," she says with a touch of her usual firmness. "i mean - i would like you to kiss me. please."

a fond smile tugs at your mouth, and without another second of waste, you lean in to touch your lips to hers. her breath stutters - you can feel it in the way it ghosts over your face in the instant before you slot your mouth over hers. she's deliciously soft in a way that makes you feel that you could sink into her, like she's made up of the clouds she must surely recline in. she tastes like mint balm and cranberry juice, and she's pliant and warm beneath you. the touch sends liquid lightning shivering through your veins, sets your blood alight, and for a moment you're blinded by the need to push in, further, to seek more of her warmth and softness, to drown in momo yaoyorozu.

but you don't want to overwhelm her, and so you pull back after a few moments. her eyes flutter open in a blink of long, spidery lashes, mouth parted and shiny, cheeks perfectly scarlet. she gives you a nervous smile, a glimpse of pearl teeth.

"th-that..." she swallows hard. "was that alright?" and she sounds so small that you simply can't resist planting another, chaster kiss to the crown of her hairline, making her squeak in surprise.

"momo," you croon. "it was lovely. thank you."

▶︎ OCHAKO.

she stares down at the bottle as if she can't quite believe it's real, her round pink cheeks slowly getting pinker. the second the bottle actually stops, she squeaks somewhere in her throat and throws her hands over her face, flustered.

it's kind of adorable, actually, and you can't help but giggle at her antics. mina and hagakure are already crooning at her shyness, making her retreat further into her hair, shaking her head and pleading for them to stop.

when the laughter subsides, you pat her on the head. "hey, ochako, we don't have to if you really don't want to, you know? it's not a big deal."

she peeks at you from between her fingers; what little strip of skin that is exposed of her face is stained lovesick pink. "really?" she cheeps. "i - i mean, it's not like i don't wanna kiss you or anything! i'm not trying to insult you! it's just, it's been a while, and uh... i kinda forgot how to do it!"

and you have to fight back another froth of laughter that you suspect won't do any good for ochako's already bruised ego. instead, you bite your lip and begin to card your fingers soothingly through her hair. it's so thick and full of life, choppy at the ends in a way that suggests she cuts it herself. you can picture her in front of the bathroom mirror, face full of determination that she only gets in battle. secretly, that's when you love her the most, when she's so self-assured that she's practically glowing pink, her spirit seeping out of her in waves.

your brave girl. your fingers twist lovingly in the hazelnut of her hair, and she gulps audibly.

"okay," she whispers. "alright, i'll do it. it's just a silly kiss, right?"

you blink. "right," you echo. "just a silly kiss. come on already!"

she giggles halfheartedly, finally removing her hands from her face and wiggling to sit upright. she gulps in a breath to steady herself, and even as you watch the violent blush begins to retreat from her face, her hands curl into battle fists, and quite suddenly she lunges at you. you barely have time to draw in a breath before she's planted her mouth onto yours, and for a moment all you can register is the sweet bubblegum scent of her and the softness of her worn pyjama shirt.

and suddenly you're the one who's wrongfooted, struggling to breathe. your heartbeat upticks so quickly that you fear you're about to have a coronary as ochako leans into you, breathing through the kiss. there's the slightest suction of your bottom lip when she pulls away, flushed and dark eyes gleaming triumphantly that leaves you starving. her hair is defying the laws of gravity, floating up giddily about her lovesick face like a glinting halo.

there's a beat of silence - and then mina and hagakure erupt into enthusiastic peals of laughter, seizing ochako by the shoulders and shaking her enthusiastically.

"didn't know you had it in you, babycakes!" mina cackles, and you smile, because you did. you knew.

▶︎ MINA.

she lets loose a gasp that buzzes right through you; her arm tenses excitedly beside yours as the bottle slows to a stop right at her crossed ankles.

"say no more, baby!" she squeals, and before you can breathe, or even think to breathe, she's turned to you, pinning you in place with her wide, glimmering eyes. her plump lips are stretched into an eager grin, cheeks flushed pleasedly, and her hands come up eagerly to cup your face. they're warm, and soft, and something that feels a little different to your own skin - like they're covered in peach fuzz. she feels like velvet, or expensive satin, and you think you could sink right into her and drown and you probably wouldn't complain.

you're faintly aware that your cheeks are burning, and that hagakure and ochako have latched onto each other, giggling in anticipation. mina cocks her head at you; her curly hair bounces in earnest.

"this is cool, right?" she checks; you can feel her excitement vibrating in her fingers, the dull tap of her pulse thudding away against the hot skin of your face. you'd actually thought she might just dive in and kiss you silly, but in your nervousness, you forgot that this is mina. and that no matter how giddy she gets, she always looks out for you first. that's the way it's always been, and the way it always will be.

and so if you tell her it's too much, that you don't want to kiss her, you know that will be the end of it. she'll take her hands down and pat your head affectionately and coo "aw, maybe next time!" because that's just the kind of person she is.

so you nod. it's jerky and anxious, but it's enough. mina's lips stretch into a gleaming smile, and you can feel that grin even when she yanks your head forward and plants her mouth onto yours. your heart stutters in your chest at the contact, eyes fluttering shut immediately. she's soft and lovely, your fingers winding themselves in her hair, and she's eager, practically fizzing with excitable energy. like a shaken soda bottle with the top popped off, and she tastes like fruit juice and bubblegum when she flicks her tongue teasingly against your bottom lip.

the two of you break apart, gasping for air and choked with laughter. she clings to you, tears in her eyes as she cackles and you berate her for the tongue, and momo and jirou are flushed and avoiding your eye.

"you're such a menace!" you groan, burying your head in your hands. mina pats you affectionately on the head.

"but you love me anyways. right? right?! you love me, right??"

▶︎ ASUI.

her cheeks darken perceptibly as the bottle slows to a halt before her, and her wide, dark eyes blink slowly. she takes her lower lip between her pale teeth and chews considerately.

mina looks between you two, mouth agape. "uh, hey, tsu," she ventures cautiously. "have you ever kissed anyone before?"

to your surprise, tsu nods slowly. "a few times, ribbit. they thought i was cute..."

"aw, tsu!" ochako squeaks. "you are cute! practically adorable! i'd totally kiss you! uh - i mean - in the game, that is..."

tsu tilts her head, the slightest amused smile playing at her mouth. "anyways... i don't mind kissing you y/n. i just wondered if you were okay with it."

"huh?" confusion clouds your face. "why wouldn't i be okay with it?"

tsu shrugs her narrow shoulders; her oversized knit sweater heaves at the motion. "some people are a little put off by the way i look."

her bluntness never fails to carve your heart out and set it up on a platter. "oh, tsu," you frown, taking one of her hands in yours. her skin is so pale that it tinges green, and her hands are ridiculously soft, lithe fingers connected by thin webs of skin between each arch. her nails are blunt and round, and you suspect that she must chew them absently. it's cute. she's cute, especially when she peeks up at you from her curtain of dark, glinting hair, cheeks muted pink and mouth wobbling. "i'm not put off at all. i think you're lovely."

she blinks at you, comprehending, before a faltering little smile pulls at her lips. "if you're sure..."

"i'm sure." and you lace your fingers with hers reassuringly, cheeks burning. finally, she relinquishes her lower lip, and without another word, leans forward slowly. you meet her halfway - and when your mouth slot together, you have to stifle a gasp. she's warm, tsu, but not overwhelmingly so. actually, it's like submerging yourself in a heated pool, lukewarm, like breathing in summer rain. her lips are chapped and a little dry, probably due to her anxious habit of biting them, but the way she moves them, the way she sinks into the embrace is wonderfully tender.

she tastes like rainwater and salted popcorn, but it doesn't last long enough for you to commit it to memory. in fact, all too soon she's pulling back, leaving you blinking your eyes open in confusion. her flush has darkened considerably, and she ducks her head when jirou cackles and mina claps her excitedly on the shoulder.

you want to lay under the summer stormclouds again with her, catch the rainwater in your mouth.

▶︎ JIROU.

her mouth drifts open as the bottle rolls to a stop; she's already flushing, a dark red seeping into the sharp points of her cheeks, and she tosses her head to the side, avidly avoiding your gaze.

"aw, come on, jirou," hagakure coaxes, tugging at the dark-haired girl's sleeve. "it's just a little kiss!"

"i know," she mutters, shrugging off the touch. her eyes dart from the bottle to you before ducking back down to the quilted bedspread. "wouldn't you rather kiss someone else?"

you bite your lip. "can't overrule the bottle, i'm afraid. plus, i'd like to kiss you."

jirou flinches; her eyes peek through her choppy purple bangs with undressed surprise. her cheeks are painfully scarlet. "y-you- wh- don't be an idiot!"

"who's being an idiot?" you frown, beginning to stretch over the board. "why wouldn't i want to kiss you?"

her fingers fly up instinctively to fiddle with her earphone jacks; she taps the metal ends against each other in a fast, anxious rhythm that you'd bet any money mirrored her current heartbeat. "c-cause i'm not- y'know... i know i'm not the pretty one here, okay? god, why do you make me say it out loud..."

your brow furrows; sorrow plucks at you. "jirou, you don't really think that, do you?" your hand reaches out of its own accord, two fingers finding home beneath jirou's chin, and you tilt her head up to look at you. she chokes on a breath, eyes widening, and her blush darkens intensely. she's boiling under your touch, and visibly trembling. "i think you're beautiful, jirou. and you're incredibly talented and smart, too. i really admire you. and i'd really like to kiss you."

"y-you—!" she presses her lips together, eyes round as coins. "how d'you just say stuff like that without..."

your laughter chimes. "because it's true. so... can i kiss you? i won't if you're uncomfortable, obviously. just say the word."

there's a swollen pause; jirou's throat flexes as she swallows hard, and she opens and closes her mouth twice before finally whispering hoarsely, "i... okay. if you really want to."

"look at me, pretty girl," you coax. she sputters, but finally, her eyes come up from the bedsheets, nudge to meet your own. and then you kiss her.

her lips are dry and stiff, paralysed by surprise; you feel her exhale sharply, hot breath ghosting over your face, but once the first awkward second passes and she begins to unwind, you're able to appreciate it. kyoka jirou, her shiny hair tickling at your face, her smell of leather and incense and spearmint sinking under your skin like syrup, and her nervous mouth trying to push against yours. you keep your fingers gentle upon her chin, guiding her but not being oppressive, which you think she appreciates.

you only pull back once you run out of air. jirou gasps in a lungful of oxygen, coughs sharply, and buries her face in her hands with a scowl and a groan as the girls being to coo at her. you rock back on your ankles, wanting to kiss her again and again until the sun rises the next morning.