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cw: dad! osamu

osamu’s baby memorizes onigiri miya’s phone number before even learning how to write his own name. he likes to call his dad when nana miya is busy hanging up the laundry outside.

obviously, phone calls at onigiri miya are of the norm. the working class on a limited lunch like to place an order ahead and families cater. there’s complaints and compliments but when the little boss calls, the atmosphere changes.

the phone is exchanged between hands, everyone screaming a hey, little boss into the speaker, smiles on their faces from the babe’s infectious giggles. osamu has to fight through the crowd, yell at everyone to get back to work so he can have a chance to speak to his son.

they all relent, knowing all too well with the excited grin on osamu’s face that there’s no bite in his tone. he’s just a father who loves his son and is so clearly loved back.

“here ya go, big boss,” someone says while handing him the phone. the nickname is accepted graciously. he wouldn’t be big boss without a little one.

and the one on the phone loves it because he loves his dad so much. he has no clue what boss means, only knows that when someone says it, he’s picturing his father in an apron and black cap, and smells of green onions and sesame and rice, but that’s him. he’s exactly like dad, just littler.

“hey, little man,” osamu says as he steps back into the alleyway behind his restaurant. he wipes his brow, an exhale escaping him.

and his son laughs hysterically on the line. his employees always get him so riled up and the kid is saying hi repeatedly in multiple octaves, out of breath just like he. the cook can only imagine his kid running through the living room he and atsumu used to play in.

work is hard. it doesn’t get any easier but osamu doesn’t mind if the smallest breaks he can fit in sound like this.

“ya dancing over there?”

“no! i’m killing monsters!”

osamu can’t help but laugh at the gremlin noise, “wow, ya so brave. where’s granny? is she helping ya?”

“nana’s outside.”

of course osamu knew that. or else he wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.

“maybe ya should check on her. there might be monsters outside too.”

there’s a dramatic gasp on the line as if osamu’s said the most outstanding thing in the world. his son is too cute.

“okay!”

“alright. i’ll see ya soon, okay? make sure ya give the phone back to granny, alright?”

“okay!” he’s already running but before he hangs up, the kid makes sure to shout into the phone, “love you, big boss!”

osamu’s heart sings.

“love ya too, little boss.”

#reinas.inretrograde #reina.lovesosamu #unedited!#no formatting no tags. like we’re just out here writing into the void #i totally remember calling my mom while she was at work and i was at home #just to say hi lol #reina.writeshaikyuu!!

JERK BOYFRIEND | KATSUKI BAKUGO

“he’s just so… i don’t know” you said rolled your eyes, looking to your childhood best friend who had a disapproving look on his face. “he doesn’t treat you right, you know” he says gruffly.

“i know, but he’s really nice to me sometimes and and don’t know i kinda like him” you reply, katsuki looks off and scoffs “whatever” he mumbles off to himself. katsuki never really approved of your relationships and you never understood why.

“what about you katsuki, how’s it going with the new little girlfriend” you slightly tease, trying to take some tension off of the current conversation. “yeah no, we didn’t end up together…” he trials off, you thought he would’ve been more sad about it but you guess not.

#katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo oneshot #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo fanfiction #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha fluff #mha x reader #mha katsuki bakugo #unedited!

Harringrove Week Day 1: Candy Corn

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When Billy was a little boy Neil could scrape up an apology that wouldn’t make him bleed.

Maybe it was Billy’s mother. Her absence, or the words she’d thrown like daggers at him the night before she left. You’re too hard on the boy, she said, you’re skinning him alive.

Either way, after harsh words and frozen peas pressed to angry purple skin, Neil used to appear into his bedroom and toss Billy’s jacket onto the bed.

He’d light a cigarette right there in the doorway and mutter, “Parade’s comin’ down main any minute now,” Because when the leaves turned gold and firetruck red, that was as good as any I’m sorry you got saddled with a shitty old man like me, kid.

“Could probably look up the majorette’s skirts if we get good enough seats,” Neil would tell him. When Billy refused to look up from the trampled shag carpet in his bedroom, both knowing Billy would never be interested in the baton girls on Main Street, his father would soften a little. “We could score you some free candy while we’re at it,” he’d say, and Billy would thaw.

Just like that.

His coat always fit like a life preserver, on those days, driving across town with Eagles playing on the radio, his dad smoking Black N’ Mild’s with the windows down because fall in California was still warm enough to trap promise in between the folds of dusk.

Neil would park the truck somewhere far from Main Street and they’d walk together. Billy charging ahead, sadness swallowed by anger as he tried not to process what had just happened, and they’d run smack into it.

Parade season.

Billy was still small, in those days. Too short to see over the traffic breakers. Neil would ash his cigar and hold out his hand.

In those days, it didn’t automatically mean pain. It didn’t latch like a bear claw, it didn’t rip him open.

In those days it meant, “Let’s get you a better seat.” It meant Billy, clumsy like a baby dear on his father’s shoulders, accidentally tugging at Neil’s mustache hair while he laughed it off. While the floats marched by.

While his mother’s boys healed themselves under the rain of unwrapped candy corn.

Steve only knows about those days because Billy mentions it at the fall festival. High on half a joint and tipsy from too many hard apple ciders.

He’s wearing a cropped top that says “corn my hole,” that Steve won him at the Iowa State Fair on their way home to California, and he’s gotta be babysat.

Steve’s holding onto his belt loop, laughing to himself as Billy nearly rips his arm off to get to the pier in time.

“It’s a parade,” Billy tells him, “It’s the Halloween parade, they do it every year and we’re gonna be late--”

“Which means we’ll be that much more on time to see it next year,”

Billy whirls on him, beer-drunk cheeks so red they look like poisoned apples. “Don’t joke about the parade.”

“I won’t,” Steve giggles. “C’mon, we’re gonna get shitty seats.”

Billy grips him tightly, reeling Steve closer until they’re pressed all down their fronts.

Steve will never get tired of this. Being affectionate like this, where everyone can see and no one gives a shit.

“Will you put me on your shoulders?” Billy asks seriously, eyes twinkling.

And Steve knows the story. Gets the significance. Is honored, deep in the pit of himself where the walls are covered in Billy’s name, that this boy trusts him.

“Sure,” He says, “C’mon.”

#harringrove #harringroveweek #idk what this is #im high on cold medicine and i wanted to write something #unedited!

if anyone wasn't sure, the incompetence brigade refers to a group in chapter 64.5 of the bsd manga, where oguri, katai, kajii and lovecraft were selected to save the world on the basis that they are pretty much the least main-character type of people around. it's not exactly part of canon but it's a pretty fun and short read! this idea-dump-thing is for bestie anon, who brought up the idea of yandere incompetence brigade a while ago.

cw: kidnapping, hacking

out of the four, oguri is pretty easy to like. despite his overall demeanor, his ability is super useful to clean up and darling takes advantage of that very often! every time they come running to him, he gets so excited only to hear they want him to help clean up the spilt drinks in the hallway and vacuum the carpet. he can't believe how his ability, the same one that perplexes so many people, and leaves so many cases unsolved, the one that is a living nightmare for detectives (except that one) is being used as a cleaning service—and for free?! no matter how many times he explains that the perfect crime should be used to destroy evidence, darling always says "but this is evidence too! evidence of my existence!" and well...they're not wrong. he's super soft for darling and would do anything they ask for. yes, even if it's using his ability to vacuum the carpet—all the while, though, he'll be groaning and whining.