ok I lied (noooo shock horror whattt??) Into You will drop tomorrow bc I HAD to write another explicit scene 👀 so you’re both welcome and I’m sorry…
tomorrow it will go live, what time? Who’s to say? Probably during the day bc hellll yeah fuck work!
here’s a snippet to keep you satiated tho!
“Wanting me did not seem to make you very happy.”
“It doesn’t make me sensible.”
Aerion’s face shifted. Valarr’s hand slid higher along his calf.
“It makes me distracted,” he said. “Jealous. Irrational.” He sighed. “It makes it impossible to finish an essay if I know you’re in the next room.” Aerion watched his hand. “It makes me leave clubs because another man has his hands on you and I cannot decide whether wanting you gives me the right to interfere.”
“It doesn’t.”
Aerion looked up and Valarr met his eyes. “I know. That doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.”
His palm reached Aerion’s knee. Aerion’s legs had begun to part slightly, his body making room before either of them had acknowledged the possibility.
If Suguru was an asshole, then you didn’t even know what to call Satoru.
You stared in disbelief as he plucked the lone strawberry off your slice of strawberry shortcake and popped it into his mouth like he’d earned it.
At least if it had been Suguru, he would’ve offered you his.
“You’re being mean,” you told him flatly.
“Why?” he asked, already chewing, grinning at you like he’d just won the lottery—or in this case, the strawberry. “You cryin’?”
That only made you want to pout harder.
No one—not your ‘childhood friends’, not your classmates, not even your younger siblings (because God forbid anyone in your family ever lacked something; there was always an abundance of everything)—had ever treated you like this. Casual. Teasing. Slightly cruel in a way that wasn’t meant to wound.
It was weirdly nice.
And incredibly infuriating.
“Pig,” you muttered.
Satoru gasped, clutching his chest dramatically, then turned to Shoko. “She fat-shamed me.”
You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly saw your own brain.
Shoko, completely unfazed, gave you a thumbs-up and slid her own strawberry toward you. You declined quickly—partly out of pride and because she looked visibly relieved when you did.
Seriously. What was wrong with this friend group?
Currently, it was the six of you—well, sort of. Suguru, you, Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru’s two kids. Nanako, the blonde one, had immediately decided she liked you because you were “pretty,” announcing it boldly and without hesitation. Mimiko, brown-haired and shy, lingered close to Suguru, giving you a small wave from behind him when your eyes met.
Suguru had invited you along despite your initial protests about intruding. Satoru had insisted because he “already liked you,” because of the amount of liquor you could bring to the table—whatever that means.. And Shoko was just glad she finally had someone to talk to besides “these assholes.”
So now you were all at an indoor trampoline park.
You had tried to pay. Genuinely. But Satoru apparently took that as a personal challenge and escalated it into some unspoken competition over who could swipe their card faster. That was when you finally realized—this was the obnoxiously rich asshole Suguru had warned you about.
And now Satoru was paying for everything.
You sat at a small table, picking at what remained of your cake, watching Satoru shove the rest of his food into his mouth before sprinting off to rejoin Suguru and the kids. Suguru moved carefully, attention split between laughing with them and keeping them safe (his daughters—Satoru could go fuck himself), hands always ready to steady or catch.
You swallowed, something warm and unfamiliar settling in your chest.
Shoko exhaled slowly, the universal sound of a woman reevaluating her life choices, then looked at you.
“Come on,” she said, already standing. “You should jump too.”
“I’m good,” you replied automatically. “I’ll just—”
“Nope.” She said gently pushing you away. “I’ll watch everyone's stuff.”
You blinked. “Why are you so insistent? Do you want me to have that much fun?”
“Exactly,” she said flatly, already backing away. “Also, I need air.”
That’s when it clicked.
You’d noticed it earlier—the way she kept glancing toward the exit, the subtle impatience, the hands shoved into her pockets like she was itching for something.
Yeah. She was definitely slipping out for a smoke.
You opened your mouth to call her out, but she shot you a look that said don’t snitch and disappeared toward the doors.
Traitor.
With a resigned sigh, you made your way onto the trampoline floor just as Nanako spotted you. Her face lit up like you’d personally cured all her problems.
“You’re here!” she squealed, immediately grabbing your hand and bouncing with you whether you were ready or not.
You laughed despite yourself, adjusting quickly as she dragged you along, her energy boundless. She jumped higher than she should’ve been allowed to, hair flying everywhere, clearly fearless.
Mimiko, on the other hand, stayed close to Suguru, hopping cautiously beside him, eyes flicking to you every now and then. She waved when she caught you looking, then immediately hid half her face behind his sleeve again.
Cute. Painfully so.
You were mid-bounce with Nanako, finally starting to relax—
When suddenly—
Impact.
“Oh, you’ve got to be—”
Satoru tackled you out of nowhere.
Not aggressively. Not violently.
Just… recklessly.
He slammed into you with all the grace of a feral cat, sending both of you flying across the trampoline. You bounced once. Twice. Then landed in a tangled heap, staring up at the ceiling while your soul briefly left your body.
You lay there, blinking.
He hovered over you, grinning like he’d just discovered a new hobby. “You good?”
You wanted to curse him out. You really did. You wanted to call him every insult you knew and invent a few new ones just for him.
But—
Kids.
So instead, you smiled sweetly through clenched teeth. “You absolute—”
Nanako gasped. “No bad words!”
You inhaled. Exhaled.
“…menace,” you finished tightly.
Satoru burst out laughing.
“Oh, you’re fun,” he said, then immediately reached for you again.
“Satoru wait, no—” You shoved him back with both hands, using the bounce to your advantage, and he stumbled, barely catching himself before falling flat on his ass.
Suguru barked out a laugh from across the floor. “serves you right.” He told Story who ignored just ignored him.
Satoru sat up, eyes sparkling. “Oh, we’re doing this?”
You squared your shoulders, bouncing lightly. “You started it.”
Nanako cheered like she was watching a wrestling match. Mimiko clapped quietly, eyes wide.
Satoru lunged again.
This time, you were ready.
You ducked, grabbed his arm, and used his own momentum to fling him sideways. He yelped—actually yelped—before hitting the trampoline and rolling.
He popped back up, hair wild, grin feral.
“Okay,” he said, pointing at you. “I like you.”
You scoffed, heart pounding, adrenaline buzzing. “Yeah? I still think you’re an asshole.” He laughed and charged again.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Nanako’s voice cut through the chaos, high and urgent as she bolted across the trampoline floor, her short legs pumping like her life depended on it. She skidded to a stop in front of Suguru and pointed an accusatory finger back at you.
“The big bad UGLY dragon is attacking the princess!” she declared. “She’s gonna die!” She added dramatically, tugging her hair in distress.
You barely had time to process that before Satoru—who was still very much sprawled on top of you, using your stomach like it was a premium seat—let out an offended gasp.
“I am not ugly!” he protested loudly, one hand flying to his chest like he’d been personally betrayed. “That’s slander.”
“Shush, dragon!” Nanako snapped, hands on her hips. “You’re supposed to be scary, and you are, but you’re still ugly. That’s how dragons work!”
You squirmed beneath him, trying to shove his shoulder. “Get—off—me,” you hissed between laughs, but with his strength, it's completely useless.
That’s when Mimiko spoke up.
She had been clinging to Suguru, fingers curled into her sleeves like she was debating the risk of existing at all. But now her small fists clenched with determination. “I’m helping the princess too,” she said, quiet but firm.
Before you could react, she hurried over and planted herself at your side like a tiny bodyguard.
Your heart did a weird little thing.
Suguru, meanwhile, crouched low on the trampoline, eyes narrowing as if he were surveying a battlefield. He picked up a discarded pool noodle and rested it over his shoulder, posture shifting into something exaggeratedly heroic.
“Fear not,” he announced gravely, “for I, a brave knight, shall defeat the UGLY dragon.”
Nanako lit up. “Yes! Save her, daddy!”
Satoru let out a mock growl, still stubbornly refusing to move. “I am terrifying,” he said, baring his teeth dramatically. “But I refuse to accept the ugly allegations.”
“Not on my watch,” Suguru replied.
He launched himself forward with an overly dramatic bounce, swinging the pool noodle. It smacked Satoru’s arm with a harmless thwack, and Suguru immediately followed it up by stumbling, rolling across the trampoline like he’d been hit by an invisible force.
“I shall vanquish you, foul beast!” he cried, flailing so hard it was impossible to take him seriously.
Mimiko grabbed another pool noodle, eyes shining, and joined in. “I’m helping too!”
She smacked Satoru’s side, gentle but enthusiastic.
“Ow! Betrayal!” Satoru yelped, clutching his chest and wobbling exaggeratedly. “The children have turned against me!”
You were laughing so hard your sides hurt, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Get off me, you dramatic, ugly beast!”
That did it.
Suguru lunged again—this time more carefully—and hooked an arm around Satoru, rolling them both away from you in a controlled tumble. They bounced once, twice, before Suguru pinned him with a triumphant flourish.
“Behold,” Suguru declared, lifting the pool noodle like a sword. “The princess is safe.”
Nanako jumped up and down, cheering. “You did it! You saved her!”
Mimiko smiled too, small and proud, standing a little taller.
Satoru lay flat on his back, arms tucked behind his head, chest rising as he grinned up at the ceiling. “Fine,” he conceded. “Not ugly, but defeated. Temporarily.”
You finally sat up, brushing your hair back and steadying your breathing, still buzzing with laughter.
Nanako immediately grabbed your hand again. “Come on!” she said. “Let’s jump more!”
“Wait—Nanako.” Mimiko’s small voice cut in, calm but decisive. She stopped Nanako mid-tug, her hand still wrapped around your wrist.
“The princess has to give the knight a kiss as a reward,” she said matter-of-factly, like she was reciting an ancient, universally accepted law.
Nanako froze. Her eyes widened. “Oh.” She nodded solemnly, then turned to you with alarming seriousness. “I forgot. You HAVE to give the knight a kiss.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was letting you in on a sacred secret. “It’s true love.”
Your brain short-circuited.
You glanced at Suguru, then at the girls, then immediately away again as heat rushed up your neck. “I—wait—”
Behind you, Satoru completely lost it. He doubled over, clutching his stomach, tears actually forming at the corners of his eyes. “Oh my god.” he wheezed. “This is the best day of my life.”
Suguru cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “Girls,” he said carefully, holding his hands up. “the princess doesn’t have to repay the knight. It’s the knight’s duty to protect. No rewards necessary.”
Mimiko frowned and crossed her arms. “That’s not what you say.”
Suguru blinked. “What?”
“You always tell us to give you kisses when you ‘save’ us,” she replied, tone painfully logical. “That’s the rule.”
Nanako gasped. “Did you lie, daddy?”
What the hell is Suguru teaching his daughters?
Satoru immediately leaned in, grinning like a menace. “Wow,” he said, rubbing salt directly into the wound. “Is daddy a liar?” He mocked.
Suguru shot him a look. “You’re not helping.”
You stood there, mortified, fingers twisting into your sleeves. The girls’ eyes were on you now—expectant, hopeful, completely sincere.
You sighed. “…Okay,” you muttered, barely audible. Then, louder, to Suguru, “Um. Is that… okay?”
“Yes!—I mean, if you're okay with that?” He stiffened slightly, then nodded once, quick and clear. “Yeah. That’s fine.”
You stepped forward before you could think better of it, leaned in, and pressed the briefest, lightest kiss to his cheek. It barely lasted a second.
Still—your face felt like it was on fire.
Suguru’s ears turned red. He looked very intently at absolutely anything except you.
Nanako squealed. “TRUE LOVE!”
Mimiko smiled, satisfied, like a prophecy had just been fulfilled.
Before either you or Suguru could spiral further, the girls grabbed your hands again—one on each side.
“Come on!” Nanako chirped. “Play with us! It's gonna be a girl’s only night out.”
They dragged you away, mercifully fast, leaving Suguru standing there rubbing the back of his neck and Satoru laughing so hard he nearly fell over again.
We All Live in the Same Apartment Building:
The First Meet Arc: “Episode 1 – The Elevator Incident”
pilot arc | modern AU | introductions, chaos, and the beginning of something real | bnha au
There’s a university policy buried in the enrollment handbook:
“Students accepted in U.A. must reside in designated off-campus housing for optimal monitoring and group development.”
Translation:
“All twenty of you will live in one apartment building. Good luck.”
Welcome to Heights Union 1-A.
Three floors. Four units per floor. Some students live solo. Others doubled or tripled up depending on the unit size.
Old building. Faintly cursed elevator. Community laundry. Rooftop access. Common room, and a shared kitchen.
Teacher/Dorm Manager-in-charge-: Aizawa Shouta—who only agreed to supervise under the condition that no one knocks past 10 pm and that he never has to mediate petty drama.
(He will absolutely have to mediate petty drama.)
They come from different majors. Different schedules.
Some know each other from orientation.
Some only recognize faces from shared lecture halls.
Some haven’t met anyone at all.
But none of that mattered until the elevator broke.
Day One – 8:32 AM
The moving truck hadn’t even left when the neon orange sign appeared:
“OUT OF ORDER – Elevator repair pending. Please use the stairs. :)”
—Management
By 8:34 AM, Katsuki Bakugo on the third floor screamed,
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME—”
which echoed down the stairwell loud enough for birds to scatter.
9:12 AM
Midoriya Izuku, majoring in Kinesiology,tried to carry two full suitcases and a rice cooker up to 2A.
He made it to the first landing before tripping over Iida’s meticulously labeled planner bag.
They apologized simultaneously for five straight minutes.
They’re friends now.
10:04 AM
Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Mina met halfway up the stairs when all three were carrying oversized duffel bags.
“Oh my god,” Mina gasped, “you’re on floor two too?”.
Tsuyu blinked. “Apparently. Is this what bonding feels like?”
They laughed, nearly fell down the stairs, and are now legally a unit.
11:48 AM
Jirou and Denki got stuck in the stairwell bottleneck when Todoroki paused mid-step to drink a smoothie and admire the wall texture.
“That’s my roommate,” Yaoyorozu said from two steps up, struggling with three identical rice cookers.
No one asked why she brought three.
12:03 PM
Kirishima declared an emergency stairwell snack break.
“Hydration and high ground!” he yelled, handing out juice boxes like a gym coach.
He’s on the third floor with Bakugo and Denki.
They share the biggest unit. No one knows how that dynamic will survive the semester.
12:47 PM
Hagakure, wearing roller skates (no one knows why), declared that the building now has a “community vibe council.”
No one agreed to this. But no one stopped her either.
1:00 PM
The students of Heights Union 1-A, all sweaty, mildly irritated, and tangled in half-unpacked bedsheets, gathered around the stairwell on the second-floor landing.
For the first time, they looked around.
All twenty of them.
Different majors.
Different temperaments.
One building.
Silence.
Then:
“...So who wants to do hallway karaoke tonight?” Mina asked.
“No,” Bakugo growled.
“Great! We’ll start at eight,” Kaminari grinned.
And that was that.
Welcome to Heights Union 1-A.
Where the elevator’s broken,
the friendships are forming,
and the neighbors are just a little too involved.
But something tells you—this year’s going to be unforgettable.
[Summary; Luke is a war hero, but Leia won't let him throw the rest of his life away. Forcing him to get his graduate degree he meets the mysterious man that's been appearing to him in his dreams. He's stirring up Luke's connection to the force that broke when Anakin came back to the light. The twins do some investigating, and Luke may accidentally fall in love with the cute nerdy literature professor, while he starts unveiling lies from every side.] Ch 1-8/15 can be found on my ao3 account @/CharlieDoesIt
Chapter One: Professor Djarin
A voice soft and deep pulled him. "I will figure out a way to get us out of here." He spoke. He felt sand and cool droplets of water that tasted like salt.
A hand was in his own, a glove covered the warm skin. "Go, love." He felt himself say.
He felt the hand slip out of his grip in its wake all he felt was cold.
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When Luke woke from the dream his heart was raced. He grabbed at his bed to ground himself. The window above his bed allowed for sunlight to cast in, its blue tint took over space. He had dreamt of the man so often he'd begun to lose count. He half hoped it was because his connection to the force would come back, but he knew better than to get his hopes up.
He did a fairly good job to convince himself that he didn’t need it anymore. There wasn’t a need for force users when times were peaceful. The war was over for now, and Leia Organa wasn’t about to allow his life to go by. She forced him to finish school, and even then, the condition was he do it on Yavin. Luckily for him, it was one of the most beautiful planets he had ever seen.
All the greenery would have set the force on fire, hell without it Luke's body felt lifted. It wasn’t anything like Tatooine. Leia’s house was also only about a mile from the school. Luke was threatened into staying with her and Han, so he had no choice but to feel embarrassed about his lack of independence.
There was a knock on his door and then a shout to get up. “I don’t even have class today,” he groaned at her relentlessness. He threw off his comforter and walked towards the door.
“Yeah, you do,” she said her voice muffled by the door, “you have biogeochemistry today at two so we should get going at around 12.”
He swung the door open to see Leia’s smug smile. “How,” he threw his hands out. “How do you even know that?”
She shrugged, “I’m the dean,” and made her way towards the kitchen.
“That’s illegal you know,” he shouted as she turned a corner out from his line of sight.
He hit his head against the door frame, he might as well get ready for the day.
How was it barely Tuesday? His head leaned on the glass of her car window as he watched the forest pass by, he thought how much he wanted the week to be over already. He’d graduated with a Bachelor's degree why had that not been enough for his sister or even Han? Not to mention the fact that he was also a fully-fledged Jedi Knight.
Half a mile into their drive the car somewhere on the street in front of them backfired. The sound boomed in Luke's ears. It was like a flash had gone off in his mind. His heart raced, and his mind blanked out. He heaved. It felt like he was dying, and all he could see were lasers from Tie Fighters that missed him by a centimeter.
He felt a hand on his shoulder soft and present while everything else fell around him. It wasn’t enough. The world threatened to close in on him, and he was powerless against it.
When he came to, the car wasn’t moving. He was on the floor of the car, his knees pushed up against his chest, and his face was wet with tears. “Luke?” Leia whispered, scared to break him further. He sat up and forced himself to keep still, his body resisted and shook. He pulled his seat belt on and took deep breaths.
“This didn’t happen,” he whispered. It was mostly to himself until his sister opened her mouth to speak when he repeated the statement. He looked at her and used more force in his voice. She nodded resigned to do whatever her brother needed.
The after-effects of his little episode had caught up to him, once they’d reached that campus. He was drained. Somehow, he only had enough energy to make it into his sister's office and collapse onto her couch.
He woke up later than he meant to, the sun bright in his eyes. He twisted his wrist and looked at his watch. It was ten minutes to five, and his sister was nowhere to be found. He rubbed his eyes, and he didn’t realize that someone had walked in. “Hey Organa, did you…” his voice was deep and soft at the same time. Luke sat up and made eye contact with the man at the door. “You’re not Leia.”
Luke’s voice was still rough from when he slept, “Neither are you,” Luke said. His heart dropped down to his stomach when he fully took him in. His navy tie and black shirt perfectly matched the man he’d saw in his dreams. Right down to the mustache and boxy glasses. “Do you make a habit of barging into offices?”
“She usually lets me...” Before he could continue, he heard Leia's voice distantly as she apologized somewhere out in the hallway. As she walked into her room to turn in the light, she looked between the two men.
She tried to bury her worry in a typical motherly fashion. “I didn’t realize you were still in here.” Luke didn’t even need the force to see right through her facade.
“I accidentally slept in,” he sighed and smoothed over his shirt.
The intruder was still stood awkwardly off to the side. She set her bag down, as she motioned for the man to take a seat at one of the chairs in front of her desk. “Luke, this is Din Djarin head of the undergraduate Basics department.” He pushed his glasses up and put his bag beside him. He was kind of cute, but then again, he’d had months of intrusive dreams.
“Din, this is Luke Skywalker...my twin brother.” The man’s, Din’s eyes widened slightly, but he made no move to congratulate the war hero.
Before Luke could internally argue against it, his hands had pushed him off the couch. He asked if he could talk to Leia in the hallway. She closed the door tenderly behind them. “How are you?” She asked like she’d held it this whole time.
“Fine,” he said as he dodged the question, “I don’t want a strong reaction for what I’m about to say, because I still don’t exactly know what this means. So I just need you to stay calm.”
She nodded and straightened her posture as if she was bracing for a blow. “Have you ever shown me a picture of the man in your office, or do you think we’ve ever crossed paths?” She shook her head. “I’ve been seeing him in my dreams for the past couple of months.”
Her mouth twitched, it was the only sign of a reaction and besides that, she did very well to not react. “Does that mean that your connection is back?” He shook his head and she nodded again as she took it all in. “Okay, um, how about we do not get too disappointed or excited, we’ll keep monitoring it to see what happens.”
She looked up at him, a worried sparkle in her eyes gleamed. Luke knew what that meant and started to get nervous. He always knew his sister was capable of fearful acts. She shoved open the door. “Professor Djarin! Have you gotten a TA yet?” She smiled stiffly.
Din sat up, startled by the sudden intrusion. “Oh uh not yet.”
She clasped Luke’s shoulder. “Din’s TA dropped out and then disappeared to the outer rim, can you believe that?”
She sat in her chair and clapped her hands together. “Would you look at that I just found you the perfect candidate!”
good news everyone! i’ve finally finished part one of the love live university au fanfic that i was talking about! there’s been a lot of changes since those posts though lol anyway, you can read it here! i’d love any and all feedback so please don’t hesitate!
