rarepair city | 18+

leese | 25+ | hopeless

[ushiatsuu]

currently working on 3 shipfics:

bakukami omegaverse

ushiatsu slowburn

bktd fantasy au (even if it's been done a million times)

[ushiatsuu]

here’s a sneaky peeky of the ushiatsu/ushitsumu/ushi x atsumu fic ive been slowly hammering away at 😌✨

“This is so cool,” Hinata gushes, hip-knocking Atsumu as they head towards the locker room, shoes scuffing on polished hardwood. “It almost doesn’t feel real.” He chuckles, wiping sweat from the back of his neck with a towel. “We’re here, on Japan’s National Team. Going to the Olympics! I’m playing with Kageyama again! Oh, and with Ushiwaka! It still spins me out how big that man is!”

Atsumu almost feels himself wilt.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Hinata keeps talking— probably not even about Ushijima anymore— but Atsumu’s hardly listening, his eyes finding the man in question almost instantly. As thick as Bokuto and taller than Sakusa, Ushijima is hard to miss; built like a Greek statue, and about as animated as one too. He’s a solitary guy, always by himself if he’s not flanked by the other Adlers.

Or Sakusa.

[ushiatsuu]

Kaminari Denki is a faker.

He’s a big old, stinky, fat faker, and nobody’s ever gonna know. Sure, close friends might get that little nagging feeling in the backs of their minds about him sometimes, but Denki’s too good an actor to actually let that thought come to fruition, to make his friends actually ask the question.

Because— again, despite what people may think— Denki’s smart. He’s cute and charming and bright and silly, sure, but he’s so much more than that; so much so, that he feels the need—no, the compulsion to stay that ray of sunlight, to be that flashy dumbass everyone expects him to be.

Even when he’s not.

[ushiatsuu]

bakugo with a crush on denki. denki wandering around the apartment in too-lose singlets and cheeky shorts because “it’s hot! if you don’t like it, don’t look.” but bakugo can’t help but look.

deep red eyes catch on the crease between denki’s ass and thigh when he bends over the back of the sofa to ask kiri what game he’s playing— minecraft, of course— on his switch. bakugo can feel his face heat at the slither of rosy nipple he sees when denki turns too fast, the fabric too breezy and well-worn to keep up with the blonde’s unpredictable motions, his excitement and speed.

denki thinks bakugo hates him, thinks he thinks he’s a nuisance; and while he’s not wrong, it’d be impossible to tell denki that bakugo’s anger is simple frustration. frustration at the ease in which denki— going along with the annoying flatmate trope— gets into bakugo’s space when he’s cooking, when he’s studying, when he’s watching TV; flashing those big, beautiful honey eyes at him, batting those too long, too thick, too black lashes, searing bakugo’s skin with those long, nimble fingers, flipping his stomach with that airy, songbird laughter.

denki catching bakugo’s stares, his blushing, but writing it off. writing it off because denki is denki, and bakugo is bakugo, and there’s no way that a man as reliable, and capable, and talented, and intelligent, and gorgeous would ever be interested in a fool like him.

plot twist: they’re both fools.