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yandere demon x angel reader part 1 part 2
yandere 'mad dog' knight x crown princess reader
↳ part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4(final)
yandere top student x smart reader part 1 part 2
yandere hybrids x human doctor reader part 1 part 2
Hi!! Do you..... Take requests or ideas? ..... nervous nervous
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'mad dog' knight x crown princess reader part 4 (final)
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You stared at the dagger in your hands. Blood dripped off the edge in a slow and constant rhythm, like a persistent reminder of what you've done.
"Murderer..." He rasped, so soft you could barely hear him.
You rushed forward to save him. But your hand was covered in blood. His blood. Did you do this?
"No...I-" you muttered to yourself, your heartbeat starting to race. "No, no, NO!"
You gasped, jolting awake from the sound of your own voice.
A dream. Right. That's all. That's all, you murmured to yourself, although it brought little comfort to you.
You brought your knees to your chest, curling yourself up into a tight ball.
'It wasn't real.' you repeated to yourself, over and over again.
Unlike the other nights, your usual method didn't work. Your heart continued to race, and the irrational thoughts continued to linger.
You found yourself getting out of bed, and walking to the room next door. You stood outside, hesitating. What, knocking on Isaiah's door in the middle of the night, just because of a stupid nightmare? How childish.
You found yourself knocking anyway. You just had to see it for yourself. That he's alive and breathing, in front of you. That the dream wasn't real. After confirming it with your own eyes, you'll go right back to sleep.
The door swung open, and you were greeted with a sleepy knight. "Princess..? Is everything okay?" Isaiah asked, his words slightly slurred and his voice lower than usual as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wore a loose shirt and soft linen pants that hung low on his hips, a different look from the knight's uniform or metal armour you've seen him in.
You let out a soft sigh. Good.
Nodding, you replied. "Yes, everything's fine. Sorry I woke you. I just wanted to... check something." Heat started to rise up your neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I'll just... go back now. Uh, goodnight then,"
He blinked once before stepping out of his room, now fully awake. "I'll escort you back."
Even though your room was only a few steps away, you didn't decline his offer.
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He stood beside your bed as you tucked yourself back in. You moved slowly, adjusting and readjusting the pillows until they felt just right.
"How long has it been happening?" He asked as his eyes followed your movements, analyzing.
You brought your gaze to his, sighing. There was no fooling him, was there?
"Ever since we came back," You replied, finally laying down in bed.
Isaiah hummed. He didn't ask further about what you saw in your nightmares, or why you never mentioned it earlier. He simply nodded.
"Does it ever get easier?" Your voice, barely above a whisper.
"They'll stop soon. The mind needs more time to recover." He reassured. "You should try and go back to sleep. You have a long day ahead of you, master."
Isaiah turned to leave, but your hand tugged at the corner of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks.
"...Don't go. Can't you stay? Just a while longer, I promise." You asked softly, hesitant.
He looked down at your hand before running a hand through his hair.
"Just until you fall asleep," he sighed, his jaw clenching with restraint.
You shuffled over, making space for him on your bed before patting the empty spot next to you. This way, you could hear his breathing clearer, giving you all the confirmation you needed to trust that he was still alive.
Isaiah stared for a long moment. He let out another long sigh, resigned. "One day, master, you'll be the death of me. You know that?"
You stiffened. "I know," you replied dejectedly, a sad smile on your face. Working as your personal knight, the possibility of Isaiah facing his end while protecting you was something you have not fully accepted yet.
He shook his head. "What I meant was, what were you thinking, inviting a man up on your bed?" He sat down on your bed despite this, his back leaning against the headboard.
"You're not just 'some man', are you? I trust you. You would never hurt me." Your words seemed to have calmed him, seeing how he stopped pushing on the matter and let it slide with a non-committal hum.
Silence enveloped you, save for the sound of your breath intertwined with his. You felt yourself slowly drift away and welcomed sleep with open arms.
"Good night, princess."
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The morning sun shone through the gaps of the curtains. Groaning, you snuggled further into the warm and firm pillow in an attempt to hide from the light.
"Master," the pillow spoke. You don't remember buying a talking pillow but the voice was rather pleasant on your ears, so you didn't question it.
"Hmm?"
"As much as I want to stay, I suggest you get up and remove your hands from me..."
You recognise this voice.
"...unless you're prepared to finish what you started."
The memories from last night flood back into your head.
Jolting awake, you release your grip from him, clutching your hands as if you've been burned. You keep your eyes fixed on his face, not daring to look anywhere below his neck. A familiar smirk greeted you as he lounged lazily against your headboard, one arm draped along the frame. Your felt a familiar heat warm your cheeks.
"And she has risen." Isaiah teased, resting his head on a closed fist. "Good morning, princess."
You cleared your throat awkwardly, nodding. "Well, uh- yes, I should go and um, prepare for the ball later. Goodbye." You tumbled out of bed, making a quick escape for the door as the sounds of his chuckles filled your ears.
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Between getting ready for the ball and overseeing the final preparations for the night, you were swamped. Not that you disliked it, as it served as a wonderful distration from thinking about last night.
Isaiah, continued to follow you around as you went about your day, even helping out with sorting through the documents and relaying your orders. Everything was normal. Everything was fine.
Until you were greeted by the sight of your knight, your escort for the night, waiting patiently for you outside the ballroom. His hair slicked back and neatly styled. His suit, freshly pressed and tailored to perfection, complimented by an elegant and regal half-cape that draped from his shoulder. Your eyes travelled back up to his face. His features were sharp and deadly, much like the sword that was strapped on his hip. The usual smirk and devillish smile you were oh so familiar with was gone, only the dark and brooding expression of a veteran knight remained. The Mad Dog, in his full glory.
And yet, seeing this imposing figure waiting for you, seemingly lost in thought, made your heart race. Not from fear, but a kind of fondness and tenderness you had long forgotten the feeling of.
You set your fluttering emotions aside, filing them away for your brain to pick apart and process later. Your heels clacked against the marble floor as you walked, announcing your presence to him.
Isaiah turned, his eyes travelling up and down your figure unabashedly. "Master," he said at long last, bowing. "Shall we?"
You nodded, placing a hand on his outstretched arm, allowing him to escort you.
The double doors swung open, letting the light, laughter and music from the banquet surround you. It's been months since you last attended such an event but the muscle memory kicked in. Back straightened, smile platered on your face, and one hand waving to the crowd—you were back in your element.
Everything faded into the background as you made your way around the ballroom, your focus entirely on getting acquainted with the various nobles and royals from the Solaris kingdom. The familiar warmth from Isaiah grounded you, making everything easier than if you had been alone.
One after the other, you greeted your guests. At some point, you had lost count of how many people you've interacted with. Dukes, barons, royals from the Solaris Kingdom, your father and his ministers...
"A break," you finally declared, your voice soft enough so only Isaiah could hear. "If I have to talk to one more person I might just go insane."
"The balcony seems to be empty," Isaiah remarked, his gaze turned towards the quiet upstairs area.
You nodded, quickly excusing yourself from the current conversation you were stuck in for the past ten minutes with some random prince and escaping to the back staircase for a breather.
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You breathed in the cool fresh air as you stepped out to the balcony. Resting your hands on the ledge, you titled your head up, basking in the moonlight. Isaiah stood beside you, gazing into the distance.
"Thank you." You said softly, breaking the comfortable silence you two shared. You watched as the clouds drifted in the wind, covering up the moon which plunged the sky into darkness.
"What for?" Isaiah replied, curious.
"For saving me that day." You paused, turning to face him but your eyes looking everywhere but him. "And for what happened last night. I, uh, don't really know what came over me but I just... I just needed to know you were okay. That you were alive."
You finally looked up at him, only realising how close you were.
"You don't have to thank me, master. It's what I'm here for." Isaiah reassured you. "Besides, I told you, I won't die so easily. Not unless you command it."
"Good. You're not going anywhere." You huffed. The clouds parted to reveal the full moon once more, illuminating the flush on your face.
Your breath hitched as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. The sliver of skin where his finger brushed past burned. There was no hope of hiding the blush on your face now. You could feel the heat rising up your neck.
"Careful, princess," Isaiah teased, noting your reaction. "Or I might begin to think you've fallen in love with me."
Time seemed to stop for those two seconds.
"...And if I have?" Your voice barely a whisper.
His eyes bore into yours, pupils dilated, flashing with longing and something darker you couldn't place.
"Then you should know that I've been waiting for you to say those lovely words," He replied, one arm snaking around your waist and pulling you to him.
"Since the very beginning."
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a/n: it's over... after four long parts that spanned way too many months, a happy ending! i've been procrastinating writing this for so long simply because i love writing isaiah so much and i didn't want things to end. but alas. i hope yall enjoyed this last part, thank you so much for all the lovely comments it really fuelled me and allowed me to write this. love yall!
Helloo! I wanted to know if it would be okay for me to take inspo from your yandere hybrids. I absolutely love it and I wanted to make a version of my own from yours.
hiii of course you can! thank you so much for asking, please tag me in it when it's out i'd love to read it too <33
You benefitted the most from his suggestion. Fake dating one of the top actors in the country and leeching off his fame only to boost your own career? It was undoubtedly selfish on your part for agreeing, and honestly he had barely anything to gain from this situation. Getting rid of a few stubborn stalkers doesn't seem fair compared to the endless brand deals, magazine covers, and casting calls you were receiving just from being near him. You were just a small, nameless actor who'd been handed the dream life on a golden platter. You'd be a fool to refuse.
Dating him is pretty easy. All you needed to do was spend time together publicly for a few hours, let the paparazzi snap their pictures and then go your separate ways. So far you've been to the movies, the beach, cafe hopping, shopping... the most classic date ideas, straight from a rom-com. 'The fans will love it. Sells the whole idea,' he whispers into your ear, creating another photo op for the press.
He was also a really, really, good actor. Playing the role of boyfriend came so naturally to him.
He'd plan a date, send the details over to you, make all the necessary arrangements (secretly tipping off the paparazzi), and wait outside your apartment to pick you up fifteen minutes before on the day. When you'd meet him downstairs, asking if he had waited very long, he would claim he had just arrived a minute before, all while naturally opening the passenger side door for you. During the drive to your date, he'd pass you the gift that he picked up on the way. Sometimes it would be a fresh bouquet of your favourite flowers, and others would be a gift that reminded him of you. A cute keychain, a little plush toy, or a lovely box of chocolates. During the date, he'd never let go of your hand unless it was to place it around your waist or on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd of fans and journalists. He'd insist on 'giving the people what they want' before planting a kiss on your cheek, your forehead or the back of your hand, or any other place but your sweet lips. "Those are reserved just for me," he'd reply with a wink when the diehard fans scream for a real kiss. When you finally make it home, just before you say your goodbyes, he'd pull you into his arms, burrrowing his face into the crook of your neck as if trying to commit you to memory, savouring every moment of your touch to last him enough till the next time he'd see you again.
It's the ideal arrangement. All the frills of dating, minus the commitment and risk. Once your popularity has risen enough, the both of you would amicably call it quits and never see each other again.
The only complaint was his clingyness. You never expected him to be so...attached. With every date, it would take longer and longer for him to say goodbye to you after dropping you home. He'd make all sorts of excuses to try and linger around you just a while longer. Even after you wave him off, he'd text you one minute later, asking if you got to your apartment safely. Throughout the week, his texting would be almost incessant, asking about your day and what you were up to. Have you eaten? Where are you now? Are you with anybody right now? When you don't reply him within ten minutes, then the calling begins. He'd blame it on the paranoia the stalkers had given him, he's only worried they might target you, that's all.
And if you get annoyed or angry at him, he'll be a quivering, teary mess as he begs for a second chance, promising to never upset you again. He can do better, let him prove it to you. He'll be good for you, he swears! At one point, he started kneeling in front of you, in his own house, while you sat on his ridiculously expensive vintage leather couch, glaring down at him as he pleaded for your forgiveness. It gets a bit much, dealing with him, really.
Yet, each time, you end up relenting. Just this once, you tell yourself, as you let yourself be engulfed in a tight hug. Those puppy eyes were just too effective on you. And you were weak to his begging.
summary: After months of staying with the 'Mad Dog', it's finally time for you to return home. Will he really let you out of his grasp that easily? (wc: 2.3k)
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The letter crinkled in your hand as you read the lines of ink scrawled on it.
Finally.
"Pack my things up. We're going back to the capital." You ordered, not wanting to waste a second. The maids bowed before quickly leaving the room.
"I must say, princess," Isaiah spoke up from beside you. "I'm almost hurt to see you so eager to leave my residence. Did the time we spent together mean nothing at all?"
You could hear the smirk in his voice. Sighing, you began organising your desk, separating the things you needed to bring back with you and those you'd leave behind. "I've been stuck here, unable to help during the war while my father and my people risk their lives to fight. Of course I'm eager to go back."
"That's not entirely true," he replied, making you finally look up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You've been researching all those herbs and medicines, and sending your research back to the doctors in the capital. You never stopped helping."
You smiled sadly. It felt nice for him to acknowledge your efforts at least. But it didn't feel sufficient. If it was up to you, you'd be in the capital like everyone else, not in the far countryside, safe and sheltered from the bloodshed. "We'll depart for the capital as soon as we can. Get everyone ready."
"The sun is about to set, I suggest waiting till the next morning to depart," Isaiah suggested. "It'll be safer."
You gave him a look.
He shrugged. "Worth a shot."
An hour was all it took to get everything in order. You sat alone in the carriage, while Isaiah and ten other knights rode on horseback, surrounding you in a protective formation.
You stared out the small window of the carriage as you sorted through your thoughts. A habit you've acquired from young, organising and planning kept your mind clear and unclouded by your emotions. Soon, you had worked out every single action you'd take as soon as you returned to the palace. Including backup plans for every possible scenario you'd encounter upon your return.
The carriage ubruptly jerked forward, nearly lauching you out of your seat. "Wha-" You steadied yourself, turning to check the situation from the window. The sun had fully set by now, which made the perfect cover for some uninvited guests, judging by the clashing of metal and fighting outside the carriage.
You squinted, trying to force your eyes to adjust to the darkness outside. A splatter of blood covered your field of vision, painting the window a dark red. Immediately, you stumbled back, your breath quickening.
Deep breaths. Think clearly. Get to safety.
Before you could scan your surroundings to find a way out, the door yanked open.
"Princess."
Your eyes landed on a familiar face and you heaved a sigh of relief. Clad in bloodstained armour, Isaiah stepped into the carriage and closed the door behind him. The smell of iron filled the cramped space.
"What's going on, Isaiah? Do we know who's behind this?" You asked, skipping all formalities.
His eyes widened a fraction before he began explaining . "Assassins. Likely from the Solaris kingdom. They must've gotten wind of your return to the capital."
"But isn't father negotiating a peace treaty with them?"
"Which is why they aren't sending their own soldiers to attack us. They hired mercenaries so we can't trace their actions back to them." Isaiah scowled. "A desperate last attempt to gain the upper hand. It seems they're not as keen on a peace treaty as we are."
As you processed the information, he gently reached out for your hand and closed your fingers around a dagger. You stared at the weapon, the weight in your hand growing heavier by the second.
"I'm going back out there," Isaiah spoke gently. With his hand around yours, he guided your weapon towards him. A soft 'clink' as the tip of the dagger met his metal armour, right where his heart was. "If anybody opens that door, I need you to stab them right here."
You stared at him in horror.
"They have no armour protecting them, but the human flesh is tougher to pierce through than you think." He continued, his fierce gaze never wavering from your frightened one. "Put all your strength into it, right 'till their last breath. Even if they beg you for mercy, no matter how they cry and plead, keep pushing and do not let go."
"Can you do that for me, my precious little master?" He smiled. "I'll protect you so you won't have blood on your hands, but just in case—"
His grip around your hand tightened.
"Aim for the heart."
You watched as he reluctantly let go of your hand and returned to the fight, closing the door once more.
There was no time to agonise over the possibility of your death. Or the possibility of you having to kill someone. Or the possibility-
You shook your head. Enough. The knights outside, Isaiah, all of them were sacrificing their lives to protect you. You couldn't die here.
Deep breaths. Think clearly.
You extinguished the oil lamps in the carriage and the tiny space plunged into darkness. You shuffled to the corner, positioning yourself next to the door, leaning as far back into the wall as possible. If anyone entered, you would strike them from behind. That was your best chance at survival.
Clutching the dagger to your chest, with both hands on the hilt, you waited. The fighting seemed to go on forever but the adrenaline coursing through your body kept you alert.
Footsteps.
You pressed your ear against the wall, picking up the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs drawing near.
Someone's coming.
The door creaked open, allowing moonlight to shine into the carriage, casting an imposing shadow on the floor. The silhouette wasn't an armoured knight, but a man holding his sword, with blood still dripping off it. The outside was completely silent now. Was everyone dead? Were you next?
You held your breath as the shadow moved. Now!
You striked, swinging the dagger down towards the intruder's vital spot.
In one swift motion, the intruder grabbed your wrist, stopping your attack without even turning his head.
"Lovely attempt, princess." Isaiah remarked. "I was almost tempted to let you go through with it."
The dagger clattered to the ground. "Isaiah!" the tension in your body dissipated. "You're alive, thank gods."
The knight chuckled. "My life is belongs to you. I would never let some pesky assassins take it that easily."
You smiled despite yourself. "What happened to the others?"
He shook his head slowly. "We were outnumbered. I'm the only one left."
"Oh." You swallowed, trying to rid of the lump in your throat. In a blink of an eye, so many lives lost.
Isaiah tilted your head up. "Don't. They knew the risks when they joined."
"If we had waited till tomorrow-"
"But we didn't. It's—" He broke off, turning away in a coughing fit.
You grabbed his shoulder, turning him back towards you. "What's wrong?" He waved you off, but you caught sight of the blood on his hand.
Instinctively, you forced him onto the seat and lifted up his shirt. You scanned his body for signs of an internal wound, desperately trying to ignore how his toned muscles looked or how that one droplet of sweat was trickling down from his neck to his chest and all the way down...
"Enjoying the view, master?" Isaiah smirked, wiping the blood from his lips.
With a death glare and a click of your tongue, you tore a long strip of cloth from your dress and got to work. "Were you just going to keep quiet about this?" You nodded towards the long gash on his abdomen.
"It's just a flesh wound. Nothing to write home about." He shrugged.
You sighed deeply. "Right. A flesh wound that's making you cough up blood." You took a seat next to him, turning him to face you. "Hold up your shirt and don't move."
"Master, I didn't know you were always so demanding~" He teased, obeying your orders nonetheless.
"Don't you like it when I order you around?" You grumbled, leaning in to wrap the cloth around his waist.
Isaiah brought his lips close to your ear, his voice low and husky. "Oh, you have no idea how much I'm enjoying this right now..." He trailed down the side of your neck, his breath gently caressing your skin. "... and how much I'm holding back, my dear master."
Pushing him off, you averted your gaze. "It's done," you announced, promptly stepping out of the carriage before he noticed how flushed you were.
"I should've let them get one more hit in..."
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Carnage.
That was the only word to describe it. Sending so many assassins...they must've been desperate. You could see the glimmer of armour scattered under the moonlight. The knights who died for you. After muttering a quick prayer, you set off in search of a horse to ride into the capital. With the carriage reduced to an unsalvageable state, it was your only way to get back home.
You checked the front of the carriage. Nothing.
"Master... you're too cruel."
You whipped your head around to find Isaiah with an oil lamp in his hand, likely having detached it from the carriage to use as a light source.
"How could you leave your poor, injured, patient in there all alone?" He stepped closer to you, giving you a clear view of his sad puppy eyes act.
"We still need to find a way back to the capital before they send any more people after us." You huffed, trying to scour for any traces of where all the horses ran off to.
Isaiah grabbed you by the arm, nodding in the other direction. "River's that way. We'll have a higher chance of finding one there."
Was he...sulking?
You tried to get a clearer look of his expression but he began leading the way into the forest. You raised a brow in confusion as you trailed behind him.
Luckily, both of you soon found a horse whose reigns had snagged on a branch on the way towards the river. Without wasting any time, you bent down, tearing the skirt of what used to be a very beautiful dress and creating a slit all the way up to your upper thigh. Satisfied, you grabbed the reigns from the hands of a stunned Isaiah, and hoisted yourself up onto the saddle.
You glanced down at the knight, who was still staring with his mouth agape. "You're injured, so just sit behind and rest." You explained, patting the space behind you.
"Master..." Isaiah swallowed. "Swear to me you'll never do this in front of anyone else."
You frowned. "Why?"
He hoisted himself up with ease, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him. "Because I'll kill anyone who sees you like this."
"You're insane."
"I'm surprised you've only realised this now, princess."
You didn't have to turn to know what kind of expression he was making.
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"I am beyond relieved that you are safe, my little jewel." Your father's voice echoed around the throne room.
It'd been a hectic night after finally reaching the capital. Isaiah was quickly escorted to the infirmary while you were taken straight to your quarters to rest for the night. You barely slept, thinking of all the things you wanted to say upon reuniting with your father in the morning.
"As am I, Father. We had been ambushed on our journey back to the capital, and the knights accompanying me had sacrificed their lives to ensure my safety." You bowed your head. "Please allow me to reward their families and lay the knights to rest." The words coming out of your mouth felt formal and stiff, but with so many ministers and nobility in your presence, you couldn't let yourself slip.
The king nodded slowly. "Yes, they have served you well. I will leave this matter in your hands."
"Thank you, Father." You stepped away from the middle of the room, back to your usual position at the side of stairs to the throne.
"Now, Sir Isaiah. You may rise."
Isaiah, who had been kneeling beside you, finally rose to his full height, standing confidently berfore the King wearing his usual commander's uniform. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"I've read through the report. You've done well in protecting the Crown Princess." The King remarked. "I will need you to continue doing so."
You stared at your father upon the throne. What?
"The war may be ending, but as proven yesterday, threats against the Crown Princess' safety continue to arise. As the strongest knight in this kingdom, it is your duty to protect your future Queen." He explained, as if sensing your shock.
You rushed to the middle to speak. There must be something more important, more useful, for Isaiah to be doing. Fighting battles and leading his soldiers— not stuck indoors playing babysitter. Once the peace treaty is signed, there wouldn't be anymore threats to your safety. This was too much of a waste.
"Father, you can't-"
He held up his palm, silencing you. "My decision is final."
Isaiah knelt once more, with a hand over his heart. "I pledge myself to the Crown Princess, future Queen of our kingdom." You turned to see him kneeling before you. "Till my last breath, I shall protect Her Highness and ensure no harm befalls her. May the gods strike me down should I fail to honour my oath."
You watched as he lifted his head and smiled up at you. Shivers ran down your spine.
The mad dog of the kingdom had officially declared you as its owner. Permanently.
And something about that smile of his gave you the feeling that everything just went according to his plan.
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a/n: finally... finally... guys i am SO sorry this took so long i hope yall like part 3!! after 2 parts of Isaiah driving reader crazy, i decided to let reader drive him crazy for a change. part 3 concludes the main arc of this story but hopefully this wont be the last we see of mad dog Isaiah! thank you so so much for all the love and support love yall
I LOVE love love top student x smart reader… and basically everything you’ve written. It’s so hard to find good sfw soft yandere content and you are FEEDING ME!!
I especially like how “top student” has an emphasis on friendship… I know he’s a romantic yandere but it’s vague enough for me to pretend he’s platonic if wanna (I’m aromantic and it’s really difficult to find platonic yanderes that aren’t familial/familial inspired)
🦋🎭 keep writing!!! I’ve been looking for your niche for so long
anon..... i'm in tears this is so sweet thank you so so much😭😭❤️❤️ this is fueling me to write more muahahahaha
love your interpretation of yan top student!! (he's one of my favourite characters too🤭)
yan actor! who finally gets a chance to star in a drama with you and can barely contain his excitement. ever since he spotted you on set all those years ago, he'd set his goals towards being on screen with you. working non-stop for years, accumulating fame and influence within the industry and becoming one of the top actors in the country, all so that he could have the power to make this possible.
yan actor! who has zero regrets about pouring all that money into making the drama series possible. calling in every favour he could to cast you as his co-star, bribing the screenwriter to change the genre to a rom-com, and buttering up the director to get everything to go exactly as he wished.
yan actor! who almost faints when he finally meets you up close during the initial table read for the drama, internally gushing over how you shook his hand and said you were a fan of his work. you!! you knew him! you recognised him, and remembered him enough to be a fan! caught off guard, he stuttered like a fool as he scrambled to find the right words to respond with.
yan actor! who struggles to concentrate during the table read, barely able to comprehend the words in front of him when you're sitting right next to him, reading aloud the confession scene. oh how he wished you were truly confessing to him...
yan actor! who finally gets himself together when filming begins. he doesn't want to give you the impression that he wasn't serious about his work, so he truly gave it his all during his scenes, proving he was worthy of being hailed as a top actor.
yan actor! who cannot help himself but indulge in the romantic scenes he has with you. purposely messing up his lines or insisting that he can do better if they take it from the top just one more time. let him hold your hand a little longer, kiss you once more or give you one last hug.
yan actor! who visits your trailer during breaks to "ask for advice". what should he be feeling in this scene? how can he portray his character better? he's still new to all this, he insists. what better way to learn than from asking someone as experienced as you?
yan actor! who feigns shock when you tell him this was your first lead role in years. of course he knew this, he'd been keeping up with every release you starred in. every minor role, even the smallest production, he'd watch it all as long as it featured you.
yan actor! who insists he still can learn from you. didn't you seen him fumble his lines? or how stiff he was during certain scenes? he's in an acting slump and he really, really needs your help! pretty please?
yan actor! who beams in delight when you end up agreeing to giving him extra practice. he flips the script to a particular scene, passing it to you. he watches as the realisation sinks in, this was the scene where his character finally realises his feelings... followed by a deep and passionate kiss with your character.
yan actor! who begins his part before you could back out of it, the desperation and longing in his eyes looking a bit too real for your liking. as the scene neared the climax, he caressed your face with one hand, ignoring your weak protests. his lips soon find yours, eager and relentless, devouring you like a man starved.
yan actor! who breaks away from you, panting and flushed. "can we try that again? i forgot my lines..." he pleads.
yan actor! who's not afraid to cling to you on set in front of the crew, secretly fueling the dating rumours.
yan actor! who doesn't bother hiding his feelings for you anymore. during press interviews and filming variety content, all he talks about is you. at one point, an interviewer asked for each of your ideal types and all he replied with was "I'm right next to mine right now."
yan actor! who only smiles as you stare at him in shock. is he doing all this just to promote the show? you recover quickly, before giving a nondescript answer with an awkward laugh.
yan actor! whose answer makes him (and you) go viral overnight. fans flock to your socials, your follower count surpassing numbers you could even imagine. some even start posting compilations of their favourite moments, creating fan edits and fan art. it's not long before people begin to demand more from the 'black cat and golden retriever' couple, and so you can't help but start to play along with his "couple-y" behaviour during interviews.
yan actor! who proposes fake dating to further promote the ongoing release of the series. it'll be mutually beneficial, he insists as he gives you those puppy eyes.
yan actor! who's determined to be the best (fake) boyfriend of all time. sometimes you even forget the whole thing is a sham, with how much of a natural he is. texting you constantly, bringing you to romantic dates, publicly displaying how absolutely smitten he is with you (so that the papparazzi has something to work with, he reassures).
yan actor! who doesn't mind you not knowing about all the effort he put into making this relationship happen, who doesn't mind you thinking it's all a lie. he's happy enough with the fact that he can be with you.
one day you'll finally see how real his feelings for you are.
synopsis: even when everyone starts to mysteriously avoid you, there are three hybrids who are more than happy to keep you company. and yet, something doesn't seem to add up...
part 1 can be found here
In all your years as a licensed hybrid doctor, you've never been this free at work. The office is eerily quiet, your schedule has a concerning lack of appointments, absolutely nothing. You've been staring at your screensaver for the past hour.
You could've sworn your regular patients were starting to disappear on you, actively avoiding you and choosing to wait in line for another doctor.
Come to think of it, it seemed like everyone was avoiding you. The hybrid fighters, the doctors, even the friendly old lady who works in finance only gives you an awkward smile before swerving in the opposite direction instead of striking up a conversation like she usually does.
Before you could come up with a possible explanations, your door slammed open, startling you.
In walked in the three exceptions to the situation at hand. Fenrir, Jörmun, and Zephyr. Top of the entire hybrid fighting league, these three hybrids were the only ones in this building who treated you normally. No averted gazes, no whispers behind your backs, or scuttling away from you.
Just a little too friendly at times.
"Doc!" Zephyr, the cheerful and extroverted hawk hyrbid exclaimed, with his arms oustretched as he rushed towards you for a hug. "It's been so longgg, we missed you so much~"
"Hey-" You held out a hand to stop the incoming hybrid but he only used it to pull you into his embrace. His arms wrapped around you tightly and his large wings closed in, effectively cocooning you in his embrace.
"It hasn't even been 24 hours, Zephyr," you huffed, resigned.
"And that is way too-" Before he could finish his sentence, Fenrir pulled him away while Jörmun guided you to his side, saving you.
Ignoring the hawk's protests, you turned to thank the snake hybrid, whose yellow slitted eyes bore into yours. "Apologies for his behaviour Doctor, but Zephyr's words do hold truth to them."
You laughed awkwardly at his admission. "I'm glad to see you guys too, but uh, Jörmun, your tail.."
You pointed at your calf, where a scaly appendage was slowly winding up and curling around it. Only then the snake hybrid backed away, reluctantly releasing his grip on you. He held his hands up in mock surrender, giving you a smile that didn't quite meet his guiltless eyes.
Your attention was brought back to Zephyr being grabbed by the cuff of his shirt by Fenrir, arguably the scariest of the bunch and the unofficial leader of the three. The contrast between Zephyr's pouting and Fenrir's annoyed expression made it hard to hold back a laugh, which immediately lightened the playfully hostile air between them.
"What are you all doing here anyway?" You asked, checking the time on your watch. "It isn't even lunch yet."
The stoic wolf hybrid dropped Zephyr from his hands. "We're leaving early."
"You're always cooped up in this tiny office, so we figured a change of scenery would be nice." Jörmun added, noting the confusion on your face.
"Yeah, you said you've been getting less patients too right? Nobody would even notice if you left a littleee earlier for your lunch break," Zephyr pointed out, readjusting his shirt collar from the earlier scuffle.
You simply shrugged, trying to ignore stinging reminder of how useless you felt.
"Come on love," Jörmun guided you to the door which Zephyr was already holding open. "It's a slow season for everyone right now. Let's enjoy it, hm?"
You cracked a small smile, noticing how Jörmun purposefully phrased his words to bring some comfort to you. "...You're right. Let's go then."
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Walking out of the medical wing and up to the main lobby was a longer journey than you thought. Acting like you had every right to leave the building when the day just started made you realise you really were a shit actor.
You discreetly glanced at the people in the lobby as you walked, only to realise they weren't looking at you at all.
In fact they seem to actively avoid looking in your direction, some even turning away from you.
This again.
You frowned in confusion. You briefly registered Zephyr's rambling about cherry blossoms and how he was sure you'd love them, but you were too caught up on everyone's strange reaction towards you to reply.
The automatic glass doors slid open as you finally decided to ask. "Is it just me or is everyone-"
Just as you stepped out of the company building, a panicked looking man balancing a full tray of iced coffee turned in.
Your eyes widened at the incoming collision, mirroring the shocked expression of the man in front of you. You watched as the coffee cups swayed dangerously in the holder and braced yourself for impact.
In one swift motion, a hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. "Woa—!"
Your back was flush against Fenrir's chest. He growled from behind you, baring his fangs at the stranger. "Watch it."
You turned to look up at him. "It was an accident, no need to scare him like that." Your tone light and slightly chastising as you gently tapped his hand that was still curled around your waist. "But thank you, Fenrir." Only then did he slowly remove his hold on you.
You rushed forward to Zephyr and Jörmun who were helping the distressed man up. Jörmun turned to you, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
You nodded before turning towards the empty handed man. "Sorry about your coffee...are you okay?" You asked, glancing at the spilled coffee all over the floor.
Instead of looking at you, he seemed more fixated on what (or who) was behind you. Almost in tears, he gave a hurried apology before scuttling off.
You raised a brow, turning back only to be greeted with the same impassive expression Fenrir always had on his face. What was he looking at?
"That was close." Zephyr sighed in relief. "But looks like he still got you a little."
You glanced down, easily spotting the stain on your sleeve.
"Well...it could've been worse."
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After a quick pit stop to scrub off the coffee stain with some soap and water, the minor hiccup was soon forgotten. The scenic view of cherry blossoms (the ones Zephyr was so excited about earlier), light conversion and banter brought up the mood again.
In spite of this, you couldn't shrug off a strange feeling. The scenic walk through the park and lunch—everything felt weirdly romantic. With Zephyr leaning in to whisper little jokes and corny pick-up lines to make you laugh, Jörmun constantly calling you various terms of endearment ("dearest", "love", "sweetheart") and how Fenrir's arm never left the back of your chair. Or how they brought you to some high-end restaurant when it was just another lunch. And paid for your share, not even letting the bill touch your hands. "We're the ones who brought you here, of course we're not letting you pay," Jörmun reasoned as you watched Fenrir pass his card to the waiter wordlessly.
The more you noticed, the more you denied it. Ignorance was always the best solution to these awkward situations. Nothing good would come from acknowledging anything. Your job was stable, the benefits were good, and you didn't have to work endless shifts and burn yourself out like your previous stint at the hospital. You weren't going to ruin this for yourself. So, as far as you knew, everything was normal.
After finally convincing them you had to return to your office (even if you had no patients waiting for you), you waved them goodbye at the entrance of the medical wing, practically having to pry Zephyr off your arm in the process.
As the rest of the day dragged by, you were thankful that nobody came to visit your office. It gave you time to process. First, there was still the fact that everyone was avoiding you like the plague. Second, were those three hybrids, acting like... that. Third, was the undeniable fact that the those two ocurrences were connected.
How long could you continue to pretend?
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Sleep escaped you that night. Even after all those hours of tossing in bed, you had come up with zero solutions. As you dragged yourself out of the house to head to work, an obstruction in front of your door broke you out of your daze.
"What the..."
A plain paper bag sat in front of you. The logical part of your brain screamed about the dangers of approaching any unlabelled, suspicious looking items. You picked up the bag anyway, peeking at its contents.
No way.
Three vinyl records, each as rare as the next. Some collectors could only dream of ever obtaining these and yet, there they were, right in front of you.
There was no delivery address or card. No return address either. You didn't need to guess who it was from.
You mentioned it yesterday during lunch, when the conversation shifted to hobbies, talking about your small vinyl collection at home. It was rare to find people so interested in hearing you ramble about your niche interest, so you found yourself getting carried away and talking about your collector's bucket list. You must have listed at least ten that day, talking about their origins, historical significance, and special facts about the records, and three were already delivered right to your doorstep.
This was too precious for you to accept. Who knew how much the hybrids paid to get their hands on the records in such a short time? Receiving such an expensive gift felt burdensome.
It felt wrong to just leave the records sitting outside your door so you made quick work of safe-keeping it before leaving the house once more. You'd have to speak to them about returning the records soon.
Only when you've made it to the office, did it hit you.
"I never gave them my address..." you muttered.
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A distraction. You desperately needed something to get your mind off this... situation. You've avoided your office as much as possible in the morning, choosing to make rounds in the lower rank fighting rings, although it still stung when the patients refused to be treated by you.
Defeated, you walked towards the last remaining hope for avoiding the three predators. You held in a breath as you knocked on her door.
A warm response followed. "Come in!"
You entered the office, greeted by a familiar face. Piper, your lunch buddy and fellow practitioner who you've quickly befriended since you started working here. Like the everyone else, she'd been acting all distant with you lately, finding every reason to avoid having lunch with you. The main reason why you've been eating with Fenrir, Jörmun and Zephyr so frequently as of late.
Upon recognising you, the otter hybrid broke into a smile, a polite and distant one that made you miss the old Piper you knew. "What can I do for you?"
"It's uh," you started, feeling awkward all of a sudden. "It's been a while, Pipes, do you wanna grab lunch together?"
Her eyes widened, as if caught off guard. "Uh.. do your mates know you're not eating with them?"
There were rare moments in your life where you've been stunned into silence. Pure speechlessness. You gaped at her like a fish out of water, the words unable to leave your mouth. Piper gave you a confused look.
"M-my mates?" was allyou managed to sputter out. "They're not— I never... what??"
Piper's shock mirrored yours. "They haven't marked you yet?"
You didn't know where to even begin untangling this mess.
"I mean, I figured you were already mates, seeing how you're practically covered in their scent. Anyone with a nose-I mean, any hybrid with a nose would have picked it up. They clearly don't want anyone going near you. If I weren't mated already, I wouldn't even dare to be talking to you like this." Seeing the horror on your face, she winced. "Please don't tell me you didn't know."
The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
A hybrid's sense of smell is a thousand times more sensitive than a humans. You would have never picked up on their pheromones on you, had Piper not mentioned it.
It was no wonder that all the other hybrids were avoiding you. Walking around smelling like those three, anyone who approached you would practically be asking for a death sentence.
"They didn't tell you, huh." Piper sighed. "Scenting someone without their consent..." She trailed off, or maybe you just tuned her out. Everything faded into the background.
All those signs you ignored--a lingering touch here, a longing gaze there...when did everything change? Why you? All three of them? Do hybrids even-
"Pipes, let's... let's do a rain check for lunch." You shook your head, desperately trying to clear your head.
Before hearing her response, you hurried towards the door. You needed to clear your head. Think things through. Find a solution.
You swung the door wide open, only to stumble back at the sight before you.
"There you are."
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a/n: holy shit this was so hard to write. i thought i could get it out one week after part 1 but editing this was trickier than i expected... hoped yall liked part 2!!
synopsis: starting your new job at a hybrid fighting ring as one of the in-house physicians, you seem to have caught the eye of some very dangerous predators…
The sun blazed overhead as you made your way to work. Rushed your way to work, more like. The heat, the morning crowd, and your lack of morning coffee were all starting to eat away at what little patience you had left.
You barely made it to work on time, clocking in a few seconds before the official 9am start of the day. With a sigh of relief, you began setting up your office for the day. Changing into your scrubs, making your morning coffee and reviewing your charts. A semblance of peace before your chaotic day. Working in the country's largest hybrid fighting ring as an in-house doctor certainly wasn't easy but hey, the pay was good and you could stick to a semi-regular schedule, rather than the constant night shifts at the hybrid hospital you used to work at. This new workplace also offered many employee benefits, like a great insurance plan, free meals, an in-house therapist (Janet), and more.
Unfortunately, the company failed to warn you about the hybrids you'd encounter. Not so much about their breed, since you've worked with all kinds of hybrids, but more about their… personalities.
First, the wolf hybrid, Fenrir. He'd barge in, his face dark and brooding. His pointed ears on top of his head added extra height to his already intimidating build. Every time he comes to your office he'd have to hunch over slightly just to fit through the door. He's never injured that seriously, at most a shallow bite wound or some bruising. Ranked number 1 among all the fighters, his fights would end the quickest with him barely sustaining an injury. And yet, after each fight he'd still walk through your office and sit in front of you, all without a word. Even if it was a tiny scratch, he'd still insist on getting you to treat him. When you treat his wounds, he'll stare at your face the entire time without a sound, as if trying to commit it to memory. As you lean in for a better reach, he'd take a deep breath of your scent before grumbling about how you smell like other animals in his usual gruff voice. And each time you'd brush him off, trying to ignore how close he was to your face. "Don't let them get too close to you." is all he says before he leaves your office.
Compared to the wolf hybrid, the snake hybrid Jörmun is much tougher to deal with. His slit pupil eyes and cunning smile leave an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Every conversation you have with him feels like a chess game. His gaze unmoving, noticing and analysing all your responses and reactions. Sometimes his scaled tail would wrap around your ankle, slowly winding up your calf. "It just has a mind of its own, sorry," he'd say, as if he doesn't just display full control over his tail, using it to take down his opponent in his previous match. He didn't become ranked 2nd using brute strength but his intellect and strategy. Each move he makes is a carefully calculated one, tailored to attack his opponent's fatal weaknesses and defeat them with a chilling efficiency. As such his injuries were never too serious either, no broken bones or sprained ligaments, just bleeding wounds that only need to be bandaged up. Weirdly enough his wounds heal the slowest, even with the enhanced healing abilities of hybrids, they would randomly reopen or sometimes even get infected. His older medical records never mentioned anything of the sort, and when you mention this to him all he does is smile and reply with "It's fine. Afterall, I have you to take care of me, don't I?"
Ranked third in the fighting ring and the most annoying to deal with would be the hawk hybrid, Zephyr. Overly friendly and charming, sometimes outright flirting with you. He'd show off his massive wings with feathers of different hues of brown, white and specks of black. Even when he's beat up and battered after a fight, he'd still find a way to sneak in a pick-up line or two while your patching him up. His cocky and confident attitude doesn't hide his keen intellect and constant awareness of his surroundings. He'd enter the room and instinctively scan the room for threats, exits, and potential weapons (or prey). Flying is his second nature, maneuvering in the air and using his sharp eyes to spot the perfect opportunity to strike—his usual formula to victory and how he clawed his way up the ranks. Treating his wounds is a constant challenge, having to divide your attention between the actual treatment and keeping up with the conversation lest he become pouty again. However one thing you noticed was that the only time the hawk would stop making advances at you would be when your hands are on his wings. Only then would he be completely silent and frozen in place, with the occasional shiver when your hands brush across a particularly sensitive feather. After you're done, he'd turn back to you slightly breathless, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. "You.. you really have a way with your hands, doc." He whispered, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes. You frowned in confusion before shooing him out of your office.
A knock on your door breaks you out of your morning daze. You sigh, bracing for whoever may be on the other side. Ever since those three hybrids had discovered your existance, your other hybrid patients have been visiting your office less frequently, which narrows down your guesses as to who was knocking on your door. Thinking about what those three have done to make that many other prideful hybrids scared to come into your office… ignorance is bliss, you tell yourself.
Taking a deep breath, you silently prayed for today to be uneventful. "Come in!"
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for extra background info: couldn't think of any cool guy names so i chose the names based on norse/greek mythology (i had a percy jackson phase as a kid....) (i never left that phase really...)
Fenrir: Monstrous wolf, son of Loki
Jörmungandr (Jörmun): aka World serpent, son of Loki
summary: who knew the scariest person in school would have a thing for being called a good boy?
The scowl on his face would've scared off any other classmate of yours. Who in the right mind would dare to piss off the famed delinquent of your school?
"What." He barked out, his eyebrows furrowed with annoyance.
This all started with a dare, a dare your friends didn't expect you to accept. On any other day you would've refused, but you were bored, and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little curious about how things would play out.
So far, nothing out of the ordinary. Slightly surprising he even bothered to walk over to you when you called him.
You could tell his patience was wearing thin from the way his frown deepened. "Could you pass me those files on the top shelf?" You asked, pointing to the item in question.
"Hah?" Confusion won over his annoyance. Considering how you were definitely tall enough to take it yourself, his reaction wasn't unfounded. You weren't sure if he was questioning your sanity or your audacity to ask this of him, but you nodded nonetheless.
With an annoyed click of his tongue, he grabbed the files before shoving them in front of you.
You smiled at him. "Good boy."
The reaction was immediate. His eyes widened and his entire body stiffened. You internally braced yourself for the worst, ready to be the personification of the phrase 'curiousity killed the cat'.
However, instead of yelling, violence, or any of his usual behaviours, you noticed how his breath hitched, how the tips of his ears and his cheeks reddened.
Oh?
You took a step forward to check if your eyes were playing tricks on you. Immediately, he staggered back, using his arm to cover the lower half of his face. "F-fuck off."
Before you could react, he stormed off. As if on cue, your friends rushed into the room, worried about you after seeing the delinquent leave like that.
"Are you okay? We've never seen him so mad! His face was so red!"
You wiped the shock off your face and gave your friends a small smile, reassuring them.
That reaction... was definitely not anger. But you weren't going to tell your friends the truth.
The school delinquent, a stuttering and blushing mess before you? A side of him no one's seen before, only for you?
a/n: been too busy to write recently but these HCs have been at the back of my mind for so long i just had to. when life gets tough i always go back to writing about him 😔✊🏻
before bakugo katsuki realises he’s in love with you:
he’s strangely avoidant around you, becoming quieter when you’re around. he doesn’t initiate any conversations with you, sometimes even actively avoiding looking in your direction.
however, your words hold more weight than the other’s, even if he doesn’t realise it. if you were craving curry that week, he’d magically decide to cook curry for dinner, "accidentally" make too much for him to finish alone, and shove a plate in front of you. not too spicy, not too sweet. just the way you like it
when you compliment him, be it for his cooking or how good he was during training, he’d merely respond with an annoyed click of his tongue. “damn right” his words hold no heat to them, but you miss the way the tip of his ears turn red as he turns to walk away
after he realises he’s in love with you:
it definitely took him a while to figure it out, but as soon as he did, he’s already making a plan to win over your heart. he’s always been a man of action, not one for sitting around and waiting for some other pesky guy to whisk you away.
his words and tone are as harsh as usual, sharp and spiky just like his hair, but his actions give him away. cooking for you every few days, pointing out ways to improve your fighting style during training, helping you study for the next exam. only you. the rest of the nerds could go fuck themselves for all he cared.
if you off-handedly mention something, he’d remember it. your favourite ice cream flavour, your little pet peeves, or how you’ve been obsessing over a newly released plushie character.
the next day you’d find a keychain of said character on your desk, and when you ask around to find out who left it there, he’d simply reply with ‘i found it in the trash’ (the keychain still has the tag and wrapping on it btw)
he wouldn’t wait too long before confessing. of course, he was nervous as hell confessing for the first time, but he knew he’d regret it if he waited any longer or missed his chance to.
his confession was simple, straightforward, and blunt. he asked to meet you in the evening and you showed up expecting to train together. instead, he cooks your favourite meal for you, eats with you in comfortable silence/small talk, before confessing right outside the dorms in an empty classroom or training area where nobody could overhear.
dating him:
he went into that confession not expecting anything, so you agreeing to date him took him by surprise.
on the outside, everything seemed normal. in classes, the two of you interacted as fellow classmates and friends.
but in the quieter moments, you’d lean on his shoulder as you both watched a movie on his laptop, or lay on his lap as you talk about whatever that was on your mind.
he’s definitely an acts of service + quality time kind of person
not so much on words on affirmations, but after a few years into the relationship he'll just start casually saying "love ya" or call you "babe" once in a while and it gives you whiplash every single time. (maybe that's partly why he says it)
once you two become official, he starts to get easily jealous and possessive. not that you really realise it, since he makes an effort to hide it from you. you fail to notice how he stares down the random dude that's been looking at you for too long until he backs off, or how his arm casually wraps around the back of the couch in the common room when you're seated next to him. when the others get a bit too clingy around you, he would find a way to interrupt: aizawa's calling for you, dinner's ready, impromptu training session, etc
it took some time for the rest of your classmates to catch on, mostly because nobody could fathom the idea of bakugo dating
but even after revealing your relationship, the both of you still preferred to keep things private. with minimal PDA and the two of you still hanging out with your respective friend groups, it was no surprise it took everyone awhile to notice.
to everyone's surprise (except yours), he's actually quite the gentleman when it comes to you. all those years raised by mitsuki bakugo definitely whipped him into shape. holding doors for you, carrying your bag without you have to ask, 'just because' flowers, paying for everything, the list goes on.
when the relationship goes public, he just doesn't hide these actions anymore, and only flips off the rest of the class when they gawk at how he treats you.
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