contains: a little more of this + a little more of that, post-war setting, world-building, children ocs playing primary roles, bird of prey!reader (goshawk quirk), ua teacher!reader, uncle tokoyami mention, domestic life, still ooc hawks bc mars can’t write
word count: 2.3k
“happiness is those who sing with you”
A glance out the large penthouse-style window shows a familiar small child dropping at an alarming rate, followed by a dark figure. You furrow your brows, sighing as you rise from the couch to examine the scene. Worry stirs in the pit of your stomach.
Your son Yusuke, hardly 5 years old, had recently developed his quirk, a carbon copy of your own. Each day that passes grants a darker shade of gray to his fluffy down feathers, creating an abstract display even Picasso would envy. However, he wasn’t exactly getting the concept of flight, no matter how much intervention you offered. In an attempt to change things up, Keigo’s former intern Fumikage is taking his age-old approach: tossing Yusuke off the roof of your flat.
“He’ll get it soon, honey,” your husband reassures, wandering to stand beside you. “Maybe Fumi’s what he needs to, y’know… spread his wings?”
“I know, you’re right,” you concede, turning away from the window just as Dark Shadow speeds upwards with Yusuke.
The door swings open, revealing your daughter Towa. She drops her school bag by the door, kicking off her shoes. “Oh, you’re home. Hi mom, hi, dad,” she greets.
“Hey, honey,” you reply, turning away from the window. “How was your day?”
She toes on her slippers. “It was good! I got to train my quirk!” That makes you smile, as does Keigo.
“That’s great,” Keigo agrees, ruffling her hair as she walks over.
She stands between yourself and her father, resting her head on his side. “Is Yusuke flying?” She inquires, looking up at the two of you.
You shake your head. “Not yet, hun. Uncle Fumi’s tossing him around right now to try and get wind under his wings. Like we did to you,” you muse, reaching over to tap her nose.
She grins. “Momma, will you take me flying this weekend?” Towa requests bashfully after a moment.
“Of course. I’ll take you to U.A., maybe we’ll see someone we know.”
She chirps with excitement, running off to her room. Your eyes return to the window, watching Yusuke plummet once more. “Kei, can you go grocery shopping on Saturday?”
“Mmh… nah,” he declines, wearing that stupidly attractive smirk. “I’ve got plans.”
“Oh, really? Are you going on a date with your other girlfriend?”
“Mhm. I’m taking her to that nice new place. That one you were talking about,” he baits expertly, but you’ve learned not to bite.
“Right, right. Well, make sure that—after your date, of course—you do some errands,” you play along, bumping his hip. He slings an arm around your shoulder.
“I get off work at noon. I’ll swing by to get Yusuke so you can take Towa to work,” he informs, watching another close call from Dark Shadow and Fumikage. “Y’know, I don’t think he’s getting it today,” he decides finally.
“Yeah, nope. Let’s go.”
-
A very long half-week passes with the speed of a snail and the grace of a bumbling giraffe. Wednesday to Friday has never felt so long. Your hot-headed students were giving you more trouble than usual, absolutely wrecking the soft-spoken heroes-in-training. Recovery Girl, ever the savior, has had her work cut out for her from your class alone. Safe to say, negative progress was made.
Walking through your door Friday evening with Yusuke attached to your side allows you to unclench—both literally and figuratively. “How was school today, Yu?” you inquire, taking off your shoes for a little relief. He plops down, sloppily untying his sneakers.
“It was good! I drew a story!” He bursts, abandoning his task to open his backpack, fishing for a crinkled paper. A cute family portrait drawn in crayon, depicting yourself, Keigo, Towa, and Yusuke, alongside “Unkle Fumi.” He hands it over to you, eagerly awaiting praise. Yusuke fiddles with his thick laces.
You crouch beside your son, placing a kiss on his head. “I love it. I’ll go put this on the fridge.” He grins, watching as you venture towards the kitchen, fixing the picture on the steel refrigerator with a worn Star and Stripe magnet. Yusuke wanders up beside you, holding your hand.
“Honey,” you say gently. He tilts his head. “Finish taking your shoes off.”
Yusuke smiles bashfully, returning to the divot in the doorway to put on slippers.
The door swings open, smacking Yusuke with a hollow sound. “Hi, Mom!” Towa calls, stepping in. “Oops, hi, Yusuke.” He doesn’t respond, seemingly unbothered. “I went to the park after school and played with my friends,” she begins, changing her shoes and walking through the apartment. Towa recounts her day casually, eventually seating herself at the dinner table. She provides an entertaining podcast as you start on dinner.
Towa and Yusuke’s chatter, plus the TV and sizzle of the stove, covered the opening of the door. Keigo’s presence goes unknown until his arms snake around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your jaw.
“Hey, feathers,” he croons.
“Hello, Keigo,” you respond. Your lips tug upwards. “How was work?” You ask, not taking your eyes from the stir-fry.
“Stressful. Busy. Don’t care,” he brushes the question off, tilting to meet your eyes. “I missed you.”
You let out an amused puff, hip checking him to get some space. “I know. Yusuke has something to show you, and Towa has yet to tell you about her day, so why don’t you go attend to the kids?” You suggest, but there’s not really an option.
“Oh, you wound me, peep!” He whines, stepping back. “My wife doesn’t want my affection.”
“That’s exactly right,” you muse, flipping the veggies.
Dinner is a smooth event, thankfully, as is bedtime. With the shower wide open, you take your sweet old time washing off. Keigo wanted to join you, but that request was veto’d for the night. You lounge about on the couch, dealing with your hair and waiting for your husband. He emerges with only a towel around his waist, unruly blond tufts stuck to his forehead and nape. Once he’s in range, he shakes the hanging water dropletsmuch like a dog would.
“Stop that!” you yelp, shielding yourself with your wings.
He plops down beside you. “You’re too hot, I have to cool you down,” Keigo jokes.
“Corny.”
“You love it.”
“… Whatever.” Keigo chuckles. He preens your opening wings, plucking loose feathers as you channel surf. “Is the interview on tonight?” You inquire, fluttering your wings to rid of the odd tickling sensation brought on by his grooming. He’s insisted that you’ll get used to it, but you never have.
“Yeah, it should be on in a few minutes. Are we watching? He asks, lifting his hips to remove his towel, using it to dry his hair.
You nod, letting your eyes drift from the screen to his face, and-
“Keigo! Go put some pants on!” You demand, shielding yourself again despite near a decade and two kids. “Public indecency is illegal!”
“I’m in my own home!” He laughs, rising to fetch a pair of pajama pants.
You can’t help but to laugh to yourself, flipping to the channel of Izuku, Shoto, and Katsuki’s group interview.
The studio is rather sterile. White and empty with the exception of a bizarre red rug, an ivory couch, and a green plant far in the back.
“Ah, how sweet are they?” Keigo coos, reuniting with the couch. “Still messing with each other after all these years. Izuku’s finally got some backbone, though.”
You only hum, attributing that to teaching. He continues to brush through your feathers, occasionally glancing up at the hero trio on your cable.
You fall asleep in that position, on the couch with your favorite person.
-
You got a late start the next morning. Yusuke slept until 9, thank everything. Towa made herself cereal quietly, as not to wake anybody. She’s always been an early bird. Keigo was out early, important business at the Commission; his spot was still warm when you woke, the gentle kiss on his lips a welcome disturbance. Noontime creeps up quickly, though, and it’s time for you to take Towa flying.
-
You wield your badge, stepping into the fortified school walls marked by towering twin buildings. “Alright, Towa,” You start, “We’ll head to Ground Beta. That’s the one with all the buildings.”
“Cool!” She chirps, fiddling with her fluffy locks. A few dorm-dwelling students are spotted out and about, enjoying their weekend. They wave as they pass by, thrilled by the sight of Towa.
-
Meanwhile, Keigo totes his abundantly shy son through the bustling market of Musutafu, not bothering to conceal either’s identity.
“Alright, buddy, we gotta get groceries, cash a check, drop off your library book, and hit the pharmacy. Maybe we’ll get you a snack at the Family Mart, yeah?” He drones, allowing Yusuke to stick to his side.
A squeal sounds from behind the two. A very young lady, only a bit older than Towa, points at Keigo.
“Mom, it’s Hawks!” she shouts, and is promptly dragged away by an embarrassed parent. Before she turns away, he gives a polite wave with his free hand.
“Been a while since I’ve been called that,” he comments, laughing to himself.
Yusuke looks up at his dad. “Daddy, who’s Hawks?” he asks wholeheartedly.
“Who’s Hawks?” Keigo echoes. “I was Hawks back in the day, kid. That was my hero name. Did I not tell you that?”
Your duplicate shakes his head with a mumbled ‘no.’
“Oh. Well, your old man used to be a hero, and a pretty good one if I say so myself. So was your mom, but she was kinda underground,” he explains, making way for the boy in the crowd. Keigo stares down at his phone, attempting to locate his shopping list.
“Alright kiddo, let’s start shopping.”
The pair turns into a grocery store, grabbing a basket.
“Stay close, okay?”
Keigo takes them into the produce aisle, looking for… peppers, he thinks. He kneels down with a voluminous red pepper. “How’s this one look, mini-hawk?”
“Oh, Hawks!” A cheerful voice calls, making both birds turn. There stands Taishiro Toyomitsu, better known as Fat Gum, pushing a cart completely void of greens. “Hey man! Hey, little guy,” he greets. Yusuke waves and flits his wings, but otherwise stays quiet.
“Toyomitsu! What’s up?” Keigo grins, rising to his feet. “You look good, man, super muscular. Where are the fat reserves?” He comments casually.
“Building them back up right now,” Toyomitsu replies, gesturing to the carbohydrates and candies in his trolley. “Well, seems you’re very busy. Catch you later.”
A little smile stays on his face, long after the hero is gone. “My old friend,” he informs Yusuke.
-
The city provides a perfect backdrop as you cut through the sky with Towa. She giggles, feeling the wind ruffle through her hair.
“Dive between the buildings!” You instruct, shadowing her for safety.
She tucks her wings, practicing plummet before extending again, riding low. A falter has her rolling like a car tire, and you’re right beside her.
“You okay?” You inquire, inspecting for injury, but she’s alright. You check the time, seeing that it’s creeping up on 5. “Oh, we gotta get going,” You say, tapping her shoulder and helping her up. Thanks to the walkability of Musutafu, your journey home is relatively short. On the way, you pass by a 7-11, and Towa lights up. “Mom, can we get snacks? Please?”
You sigh. “Your father is getting groceries, and we’re gonna eat when we get home.”
She doesn’t take no for an answer.
Here you are, walking towards the corner store despite your pushback. A large crowd surrounds the entrance, seemingly filling the small shop.
“What in the world..?” You murmur. The sea of people chatters excitingly, the shudder of cameras accompanying the buzz. Towa pulls ahead, ever curious (and nosy). In front of all the citizens is-
Keigo?!
A gaggle of familiar heroes surrounds young Yusuke, leading to many people snapping flicks.
“Awh, he got so big!” One hero, unmistakably Ochaco, says.
“Yeah, he looks just like his mom,” Keigo comments, holding the child against his chest. Your still-not-subtle-husband announces your presence as soon as he spots you(or senses you, rather). “Speaking of! Hello, mother of my children, love of my life,” he fans, pulling you into a kiss for the cameras. He hasn’t been so dazzling to the masses in… well, as long as you’ve been married.
“Uh, hi,” you murmur after pulling away, clearly dazed, What’s going on?” You question.
He picks up the grocery backs he had accumulated, putting on a shocked face. You’re confused, to say the least.
“Oh, we gotta go?” He pretends to echo. “Alright then. Sorry guys, see you later,” he bids goodbye and weaves through the throng, expecting you to follow.
“What? Mom, I wanted a snack-“
“Let’s go, Towa.”
-
“So, what was that?” You interrogate your husband as the four of you walk home.
“Lots of people out today. I didn’t think that, seeing as I’m not a pro anymore, I’d still get such a crowd reaction,” he sighs. “Had to get out of there.”
You hum, understanding his plight.
“Also, Yusuke really didn’t like the pros. Did’ja, bud?” He looks down at the kid in his arms. Yusuke shakes his head, keeping his face buried in his father’s jacket.
“Awh. Well, at least you know you’ve still got it, Kei,” you tease.
“What am I, 50? Easy on that lingo,” he knits his thick brows. You allow yourself to laugh, and peck his cheek. Towa makes a noise of discontent. “Hush, Towa,” he chides, gently pushing her face.
A moment of comfortable silence passes.
“On a separate note, I didn’t get to cash that check. Or go to the pharmacy. Oh, and I didn’t get everything on the shopping list,” he admits.
“Keigo, are you kidding!”
a/n
hello hello! i had a lot of fun writing this, and i’m starting to love hawks as a character. he wasn’t nearly my favorite back in the day. imagine what would happen if i wrote a character i knew well…
so how do you think Keigo Takami would deal with him getting a s/o and later down the line they have kid together eventually, that kid quirk starts activating for first time, her mom’s and dad’s quirk, and the kid has wings like her dad now? They don’t look beautiful and big like his wings were by the time he lost his completely, they look cute and small and she barely can fly, both her and her wings will grow with time and practice. The kids confused why she got red feathered wings cuz her dad has fake metal wings. (Her dad lost his wings and never grew them back). ?
just like daddy
part 2: just like mommy
pairing: keigo takami x f!reader
contains: a little bit of this + a little bit of that, perhaps inaccurate hawks, child oc, post-war setting, bird of prey!reader (goshawk quirk), ua teacher!reader, not proofread
word count: 2.4k
“completely happy, and a tiny bit sad.”
A modest platinum band glistens on your left finger under the warm glow of your family room. Colorful toys are scattered over the carpeted floor; blocks, dolls, cars, anything and everything for your little girl. Delighted giggles emanate from Keigo’s blonde, bird-eyed miniature as she’s tossed around.
“You’re flying!” Keigo coos, throwing the toddler up again. A matching wedding ring catches the light, outlining the engraving of wings. “Soar, birdie, soar!”
Towa squeals, extending her arms. Behind him, Keigo’s metal wings unfold into a grand display. “Yay!” She squawks.
“Be careful, Keigo,” you warn gently, but you’re aware he knows what he’s doing. “Don’t want her to take flight.”
He chuckles. “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Imagine her flying, just like her old man.” Keigo lowers his daughter, pressing their cheeks together. Her tiny, fiery feathers beat expeditiously, but she does not lift from her father’s arms. Her arms hang over Keigo’s chest, sticking her tongue out at you and playfully blowing a raspberry.
“Oh, really, Towa?” You chuckle, kneeling beside the two and catching her little tongue between your thumb and forefinger.
“Eeh!” She bleats, trying to pull it back into her mouth. “Mama! S’mine!” Towa’s chest vibrates with cheerful laughter. You let go, placing a kiss on her hand.
“I made that tongue!” You tease, tapping her nose.
“Can I get a kiss, too?” your oh-so-subtle husband requests, batting his gorgeous amber eyes at you. Keigo sits up, placing Towa on his lap. She squirms away, occupying herself with the ruins of her block kingdom. He pulls you down to sit with him. Keigo pleads, “Please?”
You concede easily, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “If that’s what will make you happy, I suppose so.” A grin splits his face at your quip. He leans back on his hands, observing his daughter. You take the opportunity to extend your own avianity, wrapping him in your grey, striped feathers.
“Awe, are you getting soft on me?” Keigo pokes, nudging your shoulder with his. You’d always been fiercely independent, even in your own hero days.
Between (albeit impressive) civilian saves, the Winged Hero would make a point to flirt and charm, to get under your skin and bypass your aloof wall. Persistent as he is, you knew he wouldn’t give up until you recognized his helping you, even though you didn’t need it. His ideal “thanks” took the form of drinks and dinner, much to your chagrin. In hindsight, it was not such a bad thing, all things considered.
You huff, shaking your head. “Of course I’m not getting soft,” you deny vehemently, “That’s ridiculous.”
“Mmh, well, I dunno. I think you’re getting soft,” Keigo needles. He takes your hand, saving you a response to his jibes.
The quiet domesticity warms your heart; seeing Keigo so benign, so mild… it tickles you, really. After everything he’s been through, you reckon he deserves this. A halcyon era after a turbulent past.
You allow yourself to examine Keigo. Same blond tufts. Cropped compared to his hero days, but still unruly. He never could be put in a box. An everlasting intense honey stare, still so full of life.
After the war, Keigo was never able to touch the sky again. Never again to help a civilian with his quirk, seeing as he no longer had one.
Realistically, both of you were expecting a child of your own kin—wings of an Eurasian goshawk—since the crimson flash of Fierce Wings was now a title of the past. Towa, ever the anomaly, developed to be just like her dad.
You wonder what goes on inside his head sometimes. Does he think about the past often? The future? Does he stay in the pres-
“Towa, put that down,” Keigo orders, watching a flurry of red feathers pick up a framed painting from Kyoka. “Where did you learn that?”
She titters mischievously, setting the portrait down and recalling her feathers. “I dunno,” she replies, giving no hints as to how she learned to control her feathers. Towa stands, toddling over to lay across your laps. Keigo shifts, setting your hand free and letting his fingers leaf through her wings.
“You’re getting so big, baby girl,” he comments softly. “You very well may be ready to fly soon.”
You hum in agreement, letting a small smile pull on your lips. “Keigo,” you murmur, “maybe tomorrow?” Towa lights up at the idea.
“Yes!” She interrupts excitedly. “I wanna- wanna fly like mama!”
You pinch her cheek, exchanging a look with your husband. He nods. “Alright, alright. Daddy and I will take you flying tomorrow! Now, go get in bed so you’ll have all the energy you need.”
She gets up quickly, squishing your limb quite a bit in her effort to dash. You bite your tongue.
One bedtime story and hug later, your lovely daughter is asleep. Keigo’s finishing up some papers from work while you watch the news.
“During a disastrous attack on the city, Number 2 hero: Shoto collaborated with Number 36: Cellophane, Number 28: Pinky, and Number 17: Tsukoyomi in rescue and containment efforts. A stellar performance, as well as a heartwarming U.A. reunion for the four saviors.”
A picture of Ashido excitedly conversing with her former classmates with an apprehended villain near their feet flashes across the screen as the anchor speaks.
Keigo chuckles, glancing up at the television. “Cute.”
“It’s great to see they’re doing well,” you murmur, wrapping yourself in your feathers. “When is Fumikage coming around for dinner?” You inquire. Keigo only shrugs.
“Not sure. That kid’s hard to get a hold of these days. I’ll reach out tomorrow.” He bites the end of his pen, flipping through a packet.
You turn down the T.V., turning towards Keigo. “Speaking of, are you ready for tomorrow?”
He pauses his ministration. Keigo places his pen on the cushion beside him, running a hand through his hair.
“Sure,” he responds dryly, obviously unsure. You raise your brows, giving him a “really?” look.
“Are you sure?”
His eyes meet yours before returning to his papers, but it’s obvious he’s not reading. “Yes, honey.”
“Keigo,” you nudge, moving to sit beside him. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”
He finally maintains eye contact for more than two seconds. “Towa’s just growing up so fast, that’s all.” You don’t believe that’s the extend of his woes, but you don’t push.
“Mmh, sure…” you permiss, but mild distrust decorates your tone. He leans over, pecking your temple.
“I’ll be done soon,” he shares.
You rise from the couch, meandering towards your room. You halt in the doorway, looking back at Keigo. He blows a flirty kiss, making you roll your eyes amusedly.
“Hurry,” you drawl, flapping your wings before disappearing around the corner.
-
The moon kisses the sun goodbye in passing at the break of dawn, much like yourself and your husband. A blaring alarm wakes the two of you, unfortunately signaling to start your morning routines. Leaving each others’ arms is always the worst part of the day.
You get ready together, and Keigo prepare’s Towa for daycare while you make her lunch. He slings her Lemillion backpack over his shoulder, leaving a trail of glitter on his suit. She grabs his free hand.
He gives you a kiss goodbye, and Towa waves as they walk out the door.
You sigh, a smile left on your face.
-
Your students were unexpectedly well-behaved today, but you’re not complaining. During your lunch break, you find yourself at a table with Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, and the ever-impressive Izuku Midoriya.
“Hey, Avian hero,” Hizashi booms, grabbing you from your thoughts. “We were thinking about hitting a bar tonight, ya dig? Are you in?” He grins. Shouta only grumbles at his volume.
You give him a look. “Haven’t I told you not to call me that? I’m not a pro anymore, Yamada,” you huff. “I’m busy tonight, anyways.”
Izuku looks up from his lunch. “What are you up to this evening, Mrs. Takami?” he inquires, taking a bite of his lunch. After all these years, he’s still calling you that.
“Izuku, call me- nevermind. Keigo and I are teaching Towa to fly,” you inform.
Hizashi and Izuku burst into excited chatter, gushing over your daughter, reminiscing like she’s their own. Hizashi plants his leather-gloved hands on the table. “Well, tell us how it goes, will you?” You relent, wanting to eat your lunch in peace.
-
Towa is bouncing with excitement once she spots you. The daycare is boisterous, per the usual; full of life, marked by loud laughter and sprawled toys. “Mama! Let’s go!” She exclaims, reaching for you over the gate.
“Hold on,” you direct. You’re hardly able to discuss Towa’s day with her teacher. She tugs on your jacket, eager to learn to fly. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”
Keigo’s already there when you get home. He dons a grey t-shirt and loose sweats. “Hey, ladies,” he greets, meeting you at the door. He crouches to Towa’s level. “You ready to fly?” He asks excitedly, making her chirp. “Alright, c’mon!”
Your little family stands on the roof of the tall apartment building, overlooking Musutafu. Keigo scoops up the girl, walking towards the wall.
“Okay, she’ll learn to fly the way I did,” he states. “I saw it in an old movie one time, and I figured it out!” He grins, putting you at ease. He looks down at Towa, inspecting her elated expression. “Ready, birdie?” She nods so hard you believe her head may fall off. “Just extend your wings, and flap!”
Without any further warning, he tosses her off the roof.
Your heart jumps out of your chest, as you race to the side. Keigo extends an arm, watching her plummet. “Wait, she’s got it.”
“Keigo!” You shout, ready to dive.
“Wait, wait, wait! I promise she’ll get it,” he soothes, putting an arm around your waist.
She only get’s further down, little red wings flapping frantically.
“She’s not getting it, Keigo! What movie did you learn to fly from?!” You panic.
He shrugs, “I think the movie was called Hotel Transylvania. Doesn’t matter, babe, she’s got this.” You grip him, watching as she inches closer and closer to the ground. He sighs. “Okay, she’s not getting it.
You’re off in an instant, nosediving to grab Towa and rocket upwards. She’s all smiles, despite her near-death experience.
“That was fun!” She cheers, not sensing your terror. “Again!”
You veto that request, promising another attempt tomorrow.
-
Long after Towa went down for the night, you and Keigo occupy the couch once again. You grade papers quietly, wielding your red pen like a sword. You disappointedly shake your head with each mark.
Your husband is stretched out over the cushions, staring at the ceiling. Completely silent. That’s very unlike him. You look away from your homework, placing a hand on his cheek.
“You’re quiet this evening,” you offer a branch, waiting for him to open up. He places a palm over yours. “Talk to me.”
He tilts his head up, hesitant to speak at first. “I just don’t want to mess this up,” he starts. “Towa deserves a good father, and I don’t… I don’t think I know how to do that,” he speaks, “My wings are gone. I know that. I didn’t expect her to inherit my quirk, obviously…” He pauses. You wait for him to find the words. “I see her wings, and it’s a reminder of myself, and my parents. Don’t get me wrong, they’re beautiful, and I love her, but I didn’t… I don’t know,” he rubs his face, fiddling with his stubble.
“You’re a great father,” you assure him gently, placing your work on the coffee table. “She’ll learn to fly.” Comfort has been a struggle for you, but it’s evident to Keigo that you’re trying. Your shoddy attempt amuses him enough to lift his spirits.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he jokes, covering up his troubles.
“Come on, Keigo,” you murmur, tapping his cheek. “Keep talking. I’m listening.” Keigo simply smiles, kissing your palm to charm you. “I’m serious,” you insist, “you can talk to me.”
His gaze flits downwards, slowly letting down his defenses.
He confides in you about his doubt in himself, and slowly unravels his thoughts. You didn’t get much grading done that evening, but you wouldn’t have rather spent your time any other way.
-
As promised, the next afternoon was spend instructing Towa. Standing on the rooftop once again, you flap your voluminous ailerons in an oblong motion. “Move your wings like I do, hun,” you tell her. Keigo examines her form.
“That’s right, good job,” he praises her. “Extend them all the way.”
Towa’s arms go out as her wings do. Her thick brows draw together in concentration, making you laugh. “Flap really hard in that pattern,” You encourage.
Wind catches under her, pushing outwards. Towa’s feet lift off the ground.
“You’re doing it!” You hail, clasping your hands together.
She grins widely. Your cheers of excitement break her attention; her flight pattern falters, and gravity claims her. Towa giggles, landing unsteadily on her feet. Together, you and Keigo lift her into your hold.
“I flewed!” She bursts.
Keigo kisses her head. “Yeah, you did it,” He commends. He checks his watch, shifting her to be solidly in his grasp. “It’s getting to be dinnertime, let’s get some food in you.”
She babbles pridefully, eager to show off her new ability.
-
Each passing day added another feather to her wingspan, allowing her to soar faster, further. Supervised flights after a day of work became the norm to build her stamina
One evening at the dinner table, the girl plays with her food, lost in thought.
“Eat, Towa,” you quip, taking a bite of your own meal. She occupies herself instead with staring intently at her father. He glimpses up at her, stopping like a deer in headlights.
“Can I help you, kid?” He questions, setting down his spoon. Keigo’s typical smirk settles on his lips.
She ponders for a moment, contorting to look at her own wings. “Daddy, why are my wings red?” She inquires at last.
You turn towards Keigo, unable to offer any support.
He shrugs nonchalantly at you, brushing off the statement. “Well, birdie, these aren’t my real wings,” he informs. “I used to have a quirk, the one you do now, when I was a pro hero.”
Her expression fills with excitement. “You did?” He nods in conformation.
“Yep. I helped lots of people. So did your mom,” he continues, looking towards you.
She nearly explodes at the idea. “I wanna be a hero too!” Towa declares. “I wanna be just like daddy!”
“You can be whatever you want,” you supplement, “as long as you eat your food.”
Never before have you seen her scarf down soup with such speed.
a/n
hello! i’m so sorry this took forever for me to get out, i’m flaky, ik! this is definitely not my best writing, so i apologize for that too. this prompt was so cute, i wish i had executed it better. well, i hope you appreciated my efforts. :’)
One of them is because it’s a movie about a co-ed, full-contact sport where the most legendary player is a woman. And a young boy is seen idolizing that woman so much it’s a defining part of his character, but no one ever gives him grief or says he should look up to a boy.
Sure they’re all animals but I still appreciate the message.
If you haven't heard, the em dash has been getting a lot of attention lately…
Because it was trained on pirated work—including freely accessible online writing (like fanfic, academic texts)—ChatGPT picked up patterns and quirks native to human writing.
Including (sigh) the em dash.
There are other victims here (RIP tapestry and delve 🫠), but the appropriation of the em dash—a punctuation mark beloved by writers everywhere—feels especially personal.
A kind of low-grade panic is ensuing. Writers who once memed their own em dash overuse—the greatest punctuation mark ever to grace the control-freak’s lexicon, frankly—are suddenly backing away to avoid accusations.
No. More. We have centuries of dash-abusing writers behind us. We will not sit quietly while AI repurposes our beloved stilted aside—or the just-one-more clarification the sentence demands—or the dramatic pause your comma could never—etc.
You don’t write like AI—AI writes like you.
Defend the em dash.
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Can I request Tatta with a reader who deals with depression? 💔
flowers in the rain
pairing: tatta kōdai x reader
contains: depictions of depression, reader is implied su!c!d@l, tatta survived au, flowers are a metaphor for growth (wow who saw that coming), amputee tatta, post-borderlands, author didn’t finish aib
word count: 1.4k
please protect your mental health
Rain. Rain pours over the streets of Tokyo in heaps, as if someone was pouring a large, divine bucket over the city. A thick grey sheen settles in between neon billboards. They seem to shine less in such an atmosphere. Thunder rolls like a drum. The occasional strike of lightning lights up the city for mere moments.
You sigh. Your body feels like lead, as if shackles were locked around your wrists and ankles. If only you were closer to the ocean. The idea of sinking through the cool waves washes through your head. Sinking deep, deep, deep down until you hit the sandy bottom. Left for the fish and shrimp and sharks and whales to pick at.
The days have passed in a haze. Your mind was always foggy. Menial tasks were Herculean; lifting your arms to brush a hair from your face was difficult, let alone swinging your legs out of bed. Clothes and other things litter the floor around your mattress. The little white trash you’d kept in the room was overflowing. A water bottle sits on your cluttered nightstand like an afterthought, right beside an open snack. It was never finished.
You are depressed. Neglected camellias sit outside the window, wilting in the flower box. You ponder if they wish they could drown, too. Perhaps in sunshine, perhaps in rain. Instead, they’re sheltered by the pavilion, deceased hopes of water seldom granted by a harsh wind.
Your darling Kōdai worried about you immensely. With the spare key to your flat, he’d stop by after work every day, attempting to help. But, he didn’t know how. He tried talking to you, but most attempts were futile. Any beginning of something—a notion that you’d look for help, a smile— was squashed underfoot within days.
Today was another day he visited, heart heavy like the rain. He called your name from the front door, a heavy sigh following. Kōdai plodded into your bedroom with stocking feet.
“How are you feeling today?” He asks softly. His hand whirrs, clenching into a fist. If only he could take away the pain, the sadness…
“Same as usual,” you reply dejectedly, “A bit worse. My flowers are wilted.” You roll over to face him. What’s this life worth, if you only hurt the people who care for you?
He sits down on the edge of your bed, observing the state of your room. “Are you taking care of yourself? You’ve been sleeping a lot.” His finger traces over your face, trailing your hairline. “Are you hungry?”
You shake your head as best as you can. “Not hungry.”
He says your name again, this time with more conviction. “Please. I’ll make dinner. Will you eat if food’s in front of you?” Despite your lack of appetite, you agree.
Kōdai manages to bring you to the kitchen, where you sit in a chair while he tries not to burn your apartment down. It’s a simple dinner, buttered pasta, but you eat it anyway. While he’s there, Tatta gets you in the shower and semi-cleans your room.
The stream reminds you of the rain outside. Hot steam files through the fan, so the bathroom isn’t stuffy and the walls don’t sweat.
Together, you do some laundry. Being able to lean on Kōdai helps quite a bit. He lends you energy, lifting your spirit if only for an hour.
-
You’ve been in therapy for a month now, and everything seems a bit brighter. Kōdai has been over a lot more lately. He’s helped, along with psychiatrist sessions and medicine.
Little flurries dispel from the sky past your window. How festive! A testament to the dawn of winter.
You’re vacuuming the rug, waiting for your lover to return from work. To occupy yourself, you hum a little tune. The roaring monotone covers the sound of Kōdai’s arrival. When you turn off the vacuum and turn around, he startles you.
“O-Oh, sorry!” he yelps, jumping back. Swipes of grease line his cheeks. You only chuckle.
“You scared me, is all. I’m glad you’re here,” you tell. Grocery bags wrap around his arms, and a black container. “What’s that?”
Kōdai hardly bites back a grin. “Look,” he urges, holding it towards you. The container is collated. Opening the top reveals bundles of buds. Japonica camellias. You can only imagine the gorgeous pink petals that will bloom against harsh cold. It’d stand out beautifully against the light snow.
“Wow, Kōdai. Thank you, I like them. Want to plant them now?”
He nods, handing you a bag of gardening supplies.“I figured your tools are rusted, so I got some plastic ones. They’re cheap, but they’ll work for now.” Without regard for his grime you take him in a hug. He places a kiss on your temple. “I’m proud of you.”
He gets in the shower after you pull away. Meanwhile, you get to planting. It’s nippy on the balcony, but you brave the cold. Seeing the wilted flowers of your past makes you heavier, but seeing Kōdai step out beside you with wet hair reminds you of the progress.
“Haven’t started yet?” he tilts his head, kneeling on your right. You notice he took his prosthetic off.
You suppose you were looking longer than you thought. “Not yet.” He places a palm on your arm, warming the skin there with quick slides of his palm. “You’re already clean though. I’ll do it.” He only nods in agreement, watching as you refresh the life there.
-
Spring had rolled around again. Many a plant flourished with life and color; the early bloomers, at least. The sun shines over the metropolitan city. Citizens eagerly await the arrival of pink cherry blossoms.
Meanwhile, you’re tangled in your Kōdai’s arms. He snores loudly, ruining any chance of you returning to sleep. A familiar dull feeling returns to your chest. The heaviness from what seems so long ago. A glance out the glass reveals a light sprinkle.
A sharp snort jolts your boyfriend awake. His head lolls to the side, messy black locks sprawled all over the pillows.
“Hey.. morning,” he greets sluggishly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Mmh, you been awake for long?”
“No.” Silence settles between two bodies. You can only take the quiet for so long. You confide in him about the sorrow wrapping your heart.
“Well, let’s not keep lying down,” says the man. His dark eyes examine your face. He stands first, putting on his prosthetic. The tool hums with life. A short trudge to the kitchen leads to an expedition for breakfast. Kōdai’s cooking, of course. Just to be helpful, you brew coffee as he labors over the stove. Your arms slip around his waist, watching his ministrations.
Hopelessness sticks with you, despite the tender moment.
“Did you take your pills yet?” Tatta inquires. You have to let him go so he can plate the food. Oh. Your pills. It’s been a few days. You hadn’t meant to skip doses, it had just slipped your mind.
“I should do that,” you mutter, grabbing your pills and pouring a cup of coffee. Not the best combination, but it will do. Your pills slide smoothly down your throat. The two of you sit at your table and eat. “Thank you.”
He only hums, not wanting to accept thanks for something he’d do a thousand times over. The glass doors of your balcony are covered by long curtains.
Wordlessly, you start washing the dishes. An automatic arrangement. Kōdai’s body cracks somewhere behind you. The faucet squeaks, as you turn it; cold water pours out. It warms as quick as a snail.
Light fills the living room once Kōdai opens the curtains. “Mmh. Nice day out. The flowers are blooming, too. Wanna go do something?” He offers, trotting back over to you. A flurry of kisses dot the side of your head. The funny feeling makes you laugh.
“Kōdai, that tickles,” you get out through giggles. Water runs over your finger, testing the temperature. You reach over your shoulder, flicking droplets at his face. “But, yes, we can.“
His arms pull you close to his chest. “Great. Because I’m off today, and I wanna spent some time with you.”
A quick look over your shoulder, past his full head of hair allows you a glimpse of your beautiful pink flowers blowing in a zephyr, nourished by the dash of rain.
A spot shower can’t stop you from enjoying the sun.
request: Do you still write Tatta Kodai x reader? Of so, can you write him with a reader on their period?
the red sea
pairing: tatta kōdai x afab!reader
contains: use of painkillers, gender-neutral prns, pre-borderlands/real-world au, tatta is lowkey highkey uneducated and scared, light/infrequent cursing
Just another month you wished you were Moses. If only parting the Red Sea was in your tool belt, or perhaps obliterating it all together. Not exactly your skillset.
Your period had arrived early, just your luck. Because of the unexpected guest in your uterus, you hadn’t stocked up on sanitary supplies.
So, your Saturday has been widely spent between your bed and the bathroom. A show plays on your laptop, the tech warming through the blankets. On your bedside lies a discarded snack, a bottle of pills and some water.
A particularly harsh cramp strikes your abdomen, eliciting a groan alongside a string of expletives. The blue-numbered clock on your nightstand reveals it’s past time for another dose. A heavy hand lands on your beloved painkillers, making it rattle.
Great. It’s beyond light. Looking through the mouth of the white bottle reveals only four more pills. You shake two into your hand, washing it down with water.
Netflix dares not entertain you any longer, your show numbing your mind in the wrong way. Your laptop is promptly shut. “Ugh…” Then, an idea dawns on you.
Tatta, your roommate and long-time friend is at work today, should be home in a few hours. Perhaps you could call in a favor, have him pick up some supplies? You pick up your phone and text Kōdai. A simple request for products and pills, as well as an offer to reimburse him. With the knowledge that he’ll likely be M.I.A for a few more hours, you attempt to distract yourself from the pain. Oh, the pain.
A few torturous hours pass, ones you fill by catching up on laundry and other menial tasks.
The sound of keys scratching the door—continuously missing the hole, you notice—cute through the silence that had settled ove your apartment. Must be Kōdai, you note, begrudgingly rising from your bed to meet him. Hopefully he got what you needed, since he didn’t reply to your text.
The door bursts open suddenly. Your grimy roommate spills into the mouth of the humble place, three bags of… boxes in his hands along with his own work supplies.
“O-Oh, hey!” He greets, seemingly panicked. You raise a brow. “I got your text, but you didn’t respond when I asked what exactly you needed or what size your… you know… is,” Tatta squirms, even though he brought the very incorrect sentiment to conversation.
Upon further inspection, you see all sizes and brands of tampons, pads, and whatever else you would need. Both ibuprofen and acetaminophen rattle around in their containers.
“This is.. a lot. Thank you,” you reply, even though the idea of refunding this excursion pains your wallet.
Kōdai drops the bags and closes the door, face pinched. “I didn’t know what you needed, so I got you everything,” he explains. “A-And I got you some pf that snack you’ve been eating a lot recently, since I heard you get really hungry when… bleeding,” he whispers the last bit. So close.
“I appreciate that,” you smile, taking the bags and vanishing into the bathroom. When you return, checking your phone reveals a series of missed texts and calls from a flustered Tatta, several minutes between each installment.
kodai 💗:
Yes, I can stop by the store on my way home!
Hey, I’m at the market. What supplies do you need?
What size is your flow?
Tampon or pads?
Do the different color boxes mean they work differently?
Hello?
People were staring so I got a variety of products. Like a box of chocolates
What painkiller do you prefer? I need to know this, I’m already approaching the aisle and I’d look suspicious here.
[NAME]??
Goodness, I’m coming home now.
Oops. You laugh, grateful for his attempts to reach out. How didn’t you get a single one of these messages?
a/n
hey guys hope you like this one! i haven’t watched aib in a long while i can’t lie
hi. absolutely true diary of a part time indian hyperfixation round FOUR 😭😭why i couldn’t get hyperfixated on trains or home stuck like a normal bitch idk
Thoughts about Tokoyami and other boys with a reader with a boar mutant quirk? Those things are giant and *will* wreck your existence. Imagine a quirk like that 🫢
contains: fluff, bad writing bc i’m SO rusty, headcanon arrangement, creative interpretation, hispanic sero, maybe inaccurate bc i haven’t watched in a while, my awful french 💔 im so sorry
tokoyami:
fumikage finds that having someone around with an animal mutation, as he has, comforts him
your presence reminds him that he’s not alone!
first thing’s first, you’re a BEAST. think shishida. since you’re a boar, you’re kinda hairy. and you’re buff.
safe to say fumi loves the muscle. he doesn’t mind being tossed around. he does, however, mind when you accidentally pull out a feather with your teeth
Fumikage’s head rests on his pillow, as yours is firmly planted beside him. In the dead of night, enjoying your presence which is no longer foreign to his dorm. A sigh escapes him, content with the privacy these four walls grant. Concepts of poetry linger in his mind, wrapping around his cerebral like smoke.
Your long tail rhythmically taps his thigh. His eyes begin to clo-
“Augh!” He bolts upright, holding the spot on hos head where the feather was stolen.
You pluck the black plume from your teeth. “My bad.”
sero:
you’re his favorite diva, you can do no wrong!
however, there are some times you can do some morally gray things…
don’t worry, he always manages to calm you down! hanta adores you, so he’ll do anything to keep you from ruining yourself. he’s one of the only ones that can (literally) wrangle you
a secret hobby of his? rollerblading
he LOVES sharing that with you
“C’mon, mi sol- you’re cutting off circulation to my fingers,” Sero chuckles lightly. Currently, the two of you are slow-rolling at a rink; Hanta is determined to teach you to skate! How sweet. If only it were that simple
“Hanta, I’m not built for this!” You cling to his—well, everything—, unable to comprehend how he’s so effortlessly gliding backwards. Again, you stumble. Sero is there to catch you. A gentle hand rests on your back.
“Chill, man! You’re making it too complicated. Just look at me.”
So, you do. His easygoing smile melts your nerves, despite your fighting. You relax as Hanta tugs you along.
And then you fall.
midoriya:
when you first met, he was shy and honestly a bit scared of you
but that fear turned into simple nerves
his nerves went away, replaced with a comfortable feeling
midoriya breeched your walls without meaning to, between tough spars, sweet “anonymous” gestures scrawled out in shaky handwriting
since you’re built like a tank, you don’t hesitate to spar with izuku often. he worries about hurting you, though
“H-Hold on!” Izuku yelps, projecting himself upwards with a flick of his middle finger. But, you don’t slow down. The moment he’s close enough, you grab his gym shorts and slam him down. “Oof!”
“Keep up, ‘Zuku,” You grunt, gaining momentum and sliding on your feet.
“I thought we were just warming up!” He calls out, narrowly dodging a charge. This game pf cat and mouse fires you up. Meanwhile, to Izuku this practice is reminiscent of when Bakugo was using him as target practice in the early days of hero training.
“I’m already warmed up,” you reply with a chuckle, rolling away from a shot. “You’re supposed to be trying to master Blackwhip right now!” you remind him.
“I can’t control it, I don’t wanna hurt you!” Izuku admits between attacks.
You huff, “You won’t. Come on!” Your feet drag against the ground, preparing for another charge. A tendril wraps around your midsection, absorbing your momentum. A squeal is forced from your body as you’re rocketed down, as is all the air in your lungs.
“Oh- Jeez, are you okay?” Midoriya rushes over, kneeling beside you. A hand helps you up. You nod, coughing.
“M’fine. Seems like you’ve got a handle on that,” you comment lightly. He smiles, but worry prevents it from reaching his eyes. Once you stand, you place a kiss on his cheek. “Nothing’s broken, if that’s what you’re wondering.
He sighs, holding you close enough to check your condition himself. “Are you sure? Maybe we should se Recovery Gir-“
You cut him off with your lips, minding your teeth. Izuku’s feet lift off the ground.
bakugo:
when you and bakugo met, it was explosive
you kept the blond on his toes. obviously not by balancing him out, but fighting fire with fire
it took forever for him to acknowledge that you were even a friend, let alone a romantic interest
you’re still not there yet, but there’s tension!
as we all know, bakugo’s basically a sous chef
okay maybe not, but he’s proficient when it comes to cullinary
rather than doing normal date things like going on a trip to the mall or taking a walk around the park, he “teaches” you to cook!
An aroma of spices floats through the common room, sourced from the small kitchen in the dorms. The entirety of 1-A is gathered on the couches (or on the floor, in denki’s case) waiting for a taste of Bakugo’s meal. Rather than twiddling your thumbs, you finally convinced the fiery boy to let in the room where it happens.
You’re delegated a task that in essence is very simple, chopping leeks. Only, it seems you’re awful at cutting. Not only are you pretty slow, but you’re certainly at risk to knick yourself with the blade.
“Oi! What the hell are you doing?!” Katsuki shouts, abandoning the pot on the stove. It simmers freely without his sharp gaze keeping it in line.
“I’m doing what you told me to?” You huff. He storms over as if your bad form is a personal attack on him.
“No, you’re mutilating these vegetables. What kind of idiot cuts like that!” He admonishes without an ounce of kindness, but you’re used to that. Bakugo takes over, quickly slicing the remnants of leek into small, even parts. He slides a portion of the leeks into the bubbling stew, then places a scallion on your chopping board. “Try again,” he scoffs.
With a roll of the eyes, you try again. Your usually stagnant tail flicks behind you. You feel like you’re getting it!
“C’mon, are you this bad on purpose?!” You groan.
“Obviously not. What am I doing so wrong? I’m getting no instructions during this cooking lesson,” you sass Katsuki. His eye twitches.
Rather than another bout of shouting, two hands are placed over yours. How cliché. Spikes make themselves known in your peripherals. He leaves a bit of space between your bodies, not wanting to touch.
He cups your fingers over the scallions, lining the greens up. “Stupid. Roll the knife from the top down when you cut. And don’t have your fingers so close,” he scolds you again, but it lacks the usual volcano-mad tone. Katsuki moves your hands slowly in an attempt to instill the motion.
“Oh,” you hum. “I see.”
“Do that. Not whatever the hell you were doing.” He pulls away to wash his hands again (ouch).
todoroki:
at the beginning of yours and shoto’s friendship, you were more of a nuisance
he only concerned himself with his studies and his quirk, not making much time for his classmates
but, as time went on he warmed up to all of the class, and subsequently you!
he loves very gently and always makes sure that you know he likes you, despite the strength in your quirk
just because you’ve got some extra parts doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful
sometimes you have to file down your tusks because they get very long, and he sits with you as you saw
Shoto sits criss-cross by your side as you stare into the mirror, carefully trimming your tusks. They had gotten very long over the past year, and it was time. You wouldn’t want them boring into your cranium, would you?
You mindlessly babble about something or another. The boy with two tones lining his scalp listens intently, responding occasionally with a nod or a short comment. Your arms get tired from the saw wire after while.
“Goodness… I don’t remember them being this thick,” you sigh.
“They have always been this thickness,” shares Shoto.
“Well, I wish they weren’t. Do you know how hard it is for my arms to get tired?” He simply nods, of course he knows. He was there when you decided to bench until failure. “Well… hush.”
Todoroki simply smiles. “You’re almost through,” he encourages dryly.
kirishima:
kiri is such a loving fellow that it was hard to keep him out of your heart!
it’s an odd affair, but often the two of you brush your teeth together before bed. dental hygiene is immensely important when your teeth are so sharp!
your spars are rather even, often ending up in a tie when you’re both too tired to go on
if you thought chivalry was dead before dating kiri, you’ll find it wasn’t, it was just all living in his heart
though your schedules are packed as students at u.a., you find time for each other in the form of walks around campus
during these, kiri regularly practices chivalry
Eijiro extends his elbow to you, which you take graciously. Sensing a chill in the air, he had advised you ahead of time to dress warm. Obviously, you didn’t listen to him.
“I’m happy to see you,” he starts off conversation, smiling widely at your likeness. His strides are slow, yearning for more time to take in the sight of you.
“I bet you are,” you deflect. The comment still warms you.
Even though no cars drive through campus, Eijiro always makes sure you’re on the inside. He can take it, after all.
A cold zephyr tickles your skin, forcing a shiver up your spine. You comment stubbornly, “Has it always been this chilly out?”
Without a single word, Eijiro peels off his top layer and drapes it over your shoulders to reveal a second sweater. “Yeah, it has, man! Don’t worry, though. I knew you wouldn’t bring a jacket, and it would be very unmanly of me to know that and not do anything about it.”
kaminari:
another exuberant person that broke through whatever walls you may have built!
as i’m sure we all remember, he’s great at guitar
even though you’re not the most delicate person, he loves sharing that passion with you!
(please forgive me for this one in advance… my guitar has been broken for 3 years so this is probably inaccurate)
After another long week of training, the weekend has finally arrived to grant respite to the students of U.A. Possibly, most excited about this fact is Denki, due to the fact you finally gave in to his need to tutor [read: torture] you with a string instrument.
Despite your disgruntled feelings, you’re pleased to be spending time with him. You pad into the common room where your boyfriend sits, tuning his beloved electric guitar. The large black amp is placed at the corner of the sofa, wires strewn about the carpet. Rather than using himself as an electric source as you (and Iida) have advised against, he plugs his equipment into the walls. He grins when he sees you.
“Hey! You ready to shred?” Kaminari inquires. Very corny, but endearing, you note.
“I suppose so. Instruments have never really been my thing,” You remind him with a furrowed brow, sitting down beside Denki. He brushes the factoid off.
“Doesn’t matter! Guitar will be your thing soon.” He seems so excited for this, you don’t wanna mess it up. You already have the callouses one would gain from playing a string instrument, so that’s one hurdle done. “C’mon, I’ll show you how to hold it.”
The bright lemon guitar is placed in your lap, the strap slung over you for extra protection. Each step is explained with as much detail Denki can provide, his own hands moving yours over the fretboard.
By the end of your first rehearsal, you had a simple five-chord progression to show for it. Not that you would show anyone. Thankfully the living room was empty that weekend.
After rehearsal two, you were able to name some of the notes on the fretboard. That same afternoon, Denki had short-circuited, insisting that he could use his left- and right-brain simultaneously, all the while being an electrical charge. Spoiler: He could not. Accidentally putting out too much energy also fried his amp.
ojiro:
i’ll be as straight as the bounds of queerdome can allow, this guy’s my fav
oftentimes when you get extremely bored, there are attempts made to braid your own tail
unfortunately, you don’t have that much fur so it’s all in vain
thankfully, though, your boyfriend has a larger tuft on the end of his tail!
it took some coercing, but one night after classes, ojiro was wiped enough to finally give in while he took a powernap
Mashirao’s tail is curled around your midsection, gently flicking in your lap.
“Mashirao,” you whisper, “stop moving. I’m gonna mess up the braid.”
He smiles in response, leaning his head against the back of the sofa in an attempt to rest. “You know I can’t help it.” The gentle wagging becomes more prominent. It wouldn’t be a problem for you to hold it down, in all honesty.
He knows it, you know it. You simply can’t be bothered. It’s a good challenge, anyways.
iida:
nerd alert 🤓
tenya frequently researches facts about board in the wild so you can better improve your natural powers!
every friday morning before class marks a new fact dump because he loves you
“Good morning, esteemed peer,” Tenya greeted you stiffly. He’s still awkward interacting with you around your classmates.
You giggle, “Tenya, I’ve told you before- whatever. Good morning.”
“I’ve compiled a list of facts that may be useful in developing your quirk. In heroics, it is important to support one another-“
“Yeah, yeah, c’mon.”
“The muscles in your head and neck may be more developed than myself and our other classmates, as a majority of wild boars’ muscles are concentrated in the head area,” he begins. Your tail sways gently. “That may account for your unusual resistance to neck injuries.”
You nod along.
“Additionally, in the wintertime it may be wise for you to have a lighter suit. Your hair will get much thicker and insulate you, if you haven’t already noticed.”
post-timeskip you get married obvi, and your household is an absolute monarchy
he’d do anything for you, and you’d do anything for him
tenya has never met a stronger woman than your mother. he associated this with boars living in matriarchal groups
aoyama:
this was an unexpected pairing for everyone to wrap their heads around
you’re like the snl skit “the couple you can’t believe are together”
and you’re just as healthy as they are!
when he’s tired, he may slip into casual french conversation
he often forgets you don’t have a full understanding of his french mumblings
pls forgive MY french mumblings here
Yuga trudges into your dorm where you lay sprawled out on your bed, not saying anything before laying down on your chest.
“Tu me manque… ma journée a été terrible,” he whines. (I missed you… my day was dreadful)
“Mmh, what, Yuga?” You prop yourself up on your elbows.
“Mon. Aizawa m’a fait utilizer mon laser abdominal trop longtemp.. Se faire mal,” he continues. (Mr. Aizawa made me use my belly laser for a long time… I’m hurting)
You place a hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through his blond hair. “Yuga, amor, je ne parle pas français,” you manage, very slowly. That’s about the only sentence you know. Though you’d like to just let him speak, when he inevitably brings this up later you’ll be more than lost.
“Ah, zut. Je suis désolé. Je suis trés fatigué,” he responds, looking up at your face.
“It’s alright,” you smile gently. “What’s terrible?”
In the coming years, you pick up on French more than you’d expect.
koda:
yet another unlikely couple!
your extroversion brings him out of his shell
he balances you out as well
in the common bout of extreme stubbornness, a whisper of sense from him makes you melt
Another loud feud. A common event between you and your more hard-headed classmates, especially Monoma. The two of you were debatinf, which is never a good idea since he gets a bit… over the top with his trash talk.
You’re fuming in your dorm. A gentle knock on the open door catches your attention. Koji’s face appears. As if he can sense the rift between you two, he’s there.
“What’s going on?” He implores in his typical soft tone. You sigh, knowing the worry below his skin.
“He was just- it doesn’t matter,” you huff. Koji hurts a bit. You and Monoma are friends, something large must have happened.
A thoughtful stare gets you talking.
“He said he was better than me. It was probably a joke, and I know I’m being stupid, but…” you admit. Koda sits down beside you, on the edge of your bed. His palm faces up in case you’d like to hold it.
You take his hand. “I’m not gonna apologize,” you decide.
He shakes his head, “You don’t have to. Just try to be calm, okay?”
shoji:
a gentle giant and honestly another one of my 1-a favs
because of you’re quirk giving you extra muscle in odd places, you feel like you’re too strong to be held, per say
of course, shoji has the optimal build for quelling this feeling
after a particularly overwhelming week, the two of you will sit together and he’ll wrap his extra ligaments around you
seeing you love his arms and such so much does a lot for him, too
reminds him on the hard days that he’s deserving.
Shoji’s shadow stretches into your room, light from the hall outlining his figure. A tiny smile pulls at your lips despite your awful mood. “Hey,” you greet, moving to sit criss-cross atop your mattress.
“Hello,” he responds, closing the door behind him. Words have never been necessary in these moments. Mezo takes a seat beside you, opening his arms for you to crawl into.
A hug from Mezo is warm as a thousand Suns. Tight like a bear, but gentle as a hummingbird. A large sigh is drawn out of you. He doesn’t comment, simply rubbing the back of your head. You squeeze him; he can take it. Mezo only smiles. You two stay like that for a while before finally scurrying under the covers and laying your heads on the pillows littering your bed.
He lets you talk about your day without interjection beside the occasional nod or low hum, and it makes you feel heard. Your chatter gives him a positive feeling as well.
Eventually, he says something rather silly and makes you snort. Mezo knows he’s doing something right when the tuft at the end of your tail tickles his arms.
sato:
i’m gonna apologize in advance for this one
i promise you idk this guy
anyways, you two often playfight and spar together because of your similar strength
symbiotic relationship over here!
get it
…
bc you’re mutually benefiting
ok whatev
you often taste test rikido’s treats and aid him in the baking progress by handing him ingredients
however, this wasn’t enough for him! he’s slowly been getting you more involved
first indirect lesson: crack an egg
A fragile brown egg sits in your cupped hands, waiting for Rikido to take it from you. He stands at the stove wearing a laugh-worthy “HOT STUFF COMING THROUGH” apron.
“Can you crack that for me, babe?” He requests, busying himself with not burning his sugar base. You hesitate.
“Uh… I feel like that’s not a good idea…” You start, but he begs rather loudly. To save yourself from further embarrassment, you relent and begin the process. “Alright… can’t be that hard,” you reassure yourself.
Crack!
A large fracture spreads up the shell, the membrane dam breaking and making way for the whites to ooze out. You hit it against the bowl again and the egg shatters.
“Shit.”
Somehow, none of the shell dropped into the mixture.
“S’alright, I’ll clean it up later,” Rikido tells you through slow stirring. “Crack another.”
And so you do. This time, you’re much more successful. Sato celebrates, and determines you’re ready for a series of hands-on baking quests (with him guiding you, of course.)
a/n
jfc, this took so long. i’m so sorry this took actual months, i got back to tumblr and them deciding to add every 1-a boy i could think of to this request. the last few were the hardest, both because i was losing steam and i just didn’t know what to do for them ;v; also can you tell i learned how to color text? hope you mildly enjoy it, though! keep requesting <3
