Yo Shindo

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hey there roomie ; s&s

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“You don’t have any allergies right?” That was as much of a confirmation as the other one would get. Shinsou paused from taking food out of the bag, giving himself a moment to mull it over, before he stepped away from the counter and headed down the small hallway, gesturing for the other to follow.

He opened the bathroom door and reached for the towels- “I’ll get you some fresh ones-” and stepped back for the other to familiarize himself with it. His bathroom was relatively roomy for a person who lived by himself. It was average no matter how one looked at it; sink, shower/bath with glass doors instead of curtains, towel rack. 

Shinsou appeared once again, fresh towels in hand. “Use what you need to. I should have something for you to eat once you finish.” Supposedly. He was betting on the guy not taking quick showers and if he did, he might kick him back in because he stunk of sweat. // @vshakyboi​

He  asked  about  his  allergies.  How  oddly  considerate.  “Nope.”  The  bathroom  is  just  like  his  own,  save  for  the  different  hue  of  paint  on  the  walls.  Too  spacious  for  one  person,  overcompensating  for  the  cost  of  rent.  May  as  well  make  himself  at  home,  as  long  as  Shinsou  was  offering.  “I  appreciate it!  Sorry  for  intruding  like  this.  I  owe  you  one.”  

Likely,  he’d  forget.  Favors  tended  to  pile  up  and  slip  from  his  mind:  who  he  owes  what,  and  so  forth.  He  hadn’t  begged  for  somewhere  to  wait  around;  the  offer  had  conveniently  dropped  in  his  lap.  Wasting  no  time,  he  sets  his  gym  bag  on  the  floor  and  turns  on  the  faucet. // @spltnmnd​

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Bakugou’s only response was to glower back. That was the thing that pissed him off so much. The bastard was always hiding his feeling. Putting on a friendly face and acting so unbothered. So fake. 

“Because my parents put me in a fucking suit and told me to pose in front of a camera to sell a Goddamn children’s line, and realised I was fucking good at it. It wasn’t something I consciously chose.” Turning his scowl away, Bakugou fixed his glare to the side, annoyed with the sudden topic. “I was a natural ever since I could walk and it paid well.”

“Hell, I don’t blame you. I wish my parents had gotten me into something like that when I was a kid.” Instead, he spent the most of his childhood playing outside, rough housing in the school yard and kicking balls around like most young boys. His parents didn’t influence him to do anything, although they did ensure him the best education. 

Straightening up, Shindo gave his legs a quick shake and signaled the end of their warm up exercises. He didn’t have to say anything to Bakugou for the model to follow his lead. Starting off at the bottom step of the porch, he began a steady jogging pace down the sidewalk. 

“You don’t seem to like it much,” he added. “What’s the plan for when all this is over?” Surely Bakugou wasn’t expecting to model forever. Eventually, people would lose interest. He’d grow older and there would be a new, young hot shot to take the front covers. Not that the end of his career would come any time soon. // @grcundzcro​

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The lick made Bakugou tense involuntarily, a small whine sounding in his throat before he caught it and swallowed it back with a grunt. “Fucking sap,” he muttered, craning his neck to rub it against his alpha’s face. Overwhelm him with his own calming scent and reassure.

“You’re not falling asleep there,” Bakugou warned, eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. “So don’t get too comfy. I wasn’t done patching you up.” Frowning down at the arms holding him close, Bakugou huffed stubbornly through his nose, tousling his mate’s hair a little. “Are you going to let me go anytime soon?” // @vshakyboi​

@grcundzcro​ // Shindo sighed loudly and loosened his grip on the omega, giving him the opportunity to get up if he wished. He could think of a few other things he’d rather be doing with Bakugou than getting doctored, but he would endure it- if for nothing else but to satisfy his mate. 

“Fine...” 

There was a scrape on his knee that hadn’t been tended to yet, so he stuck that out next. The denim had been shredded when he hit the asphalt and he was sure there were bits of gravel in his skin. Fortunately, the pain was mild and his tolerance was high. He’d almost forgotten about it, but the red stain in his jeans wouldn’t let him. 

A sly smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth and the alpha was suddenly very smug.

“Should I take my pants off for you?” he teased, reaching for his zipper.

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Huffing in response, Bakugou cocked his head to the side, giving Shindou room and watching from the corner of his eye. Generally speaking, omegas were known for being overly needy. Always begging for attention and affirmation. That wasn’t to say Bakugou wasn’t any different. His chest swelled with pride the more Shindou spoke, happy to hear the compliments. But, as far as Bakugou was concerned, alphas were just as needy. At least his sure as hell was.

“And you think I’d sit back and let him?” Bakugou scoffed, leaning close to his mate and exposing more of his throat, intending on calming Shindou’s concerns with his scent.

“No one else can ‘have’ me,” Bakugou reassured, still watching his mate from the corner of his eye. “I accepted you, and I don’t settle for anything less than the best.” // @vshakyboi​

@grcundzcro​ // Shindo pressed his face into Bakugou’s neck, inhaling deeply. The warm scent of omega was unmistakable, even beneath layers of his own musk. He never missed the chance to rub his identity on Bakugou, to remind everyone else that he was thoroughly and permanently taken. The mark of his claim was unnecessarily vivid, but Bakugou liked getting roughed up. His omega was happy and no one would be stupid enough to make a move on him. It was a win-win situation.

He licked a long stripe up Bakugou’s neck, tracing the bruise with his tongue. It still felt welted from the last time he’d bitten. 

“I know. I just like to hear you say it.” 

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hey there roomie ; s&s

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“I know.” He didn’t. Not truly, but he figured if he asked around he’d probably get all sorts of feedback from others about him. He just looked like the type to attract gossip. “Shinsou,” He introduced himself, pulling his key from his pocket and unlocking the door, “Make yourself at home. Shoes by the door, I don’t want a mess being made.” 

The apartment was relatively spacious and clean, holding all the essentials and then some to personalize everything. The decor gave the apartment an eerie sort of vibe with all the purples, blacks, and silvers. The pastel goth phase never truly left him. Setting his groceries down on the counter, he held out his arms for the rest. “You hungry?” 

If he was going to have guests over he might as well play good host. // @vshakyboi​

@spltnmnd​ // “Shinsou, huh?” He silently mused over the similarity of their names. It was a wonder how their mail didn’t get mixed up. 

Though he was certain they hadn’t officially met before today, Shinsou knew him otherwise. He hoped he didn’t have some kind of bad reputation floating around, but that was pessimistic thinking. He’d been nothing but nice to his neighbors. It wasn’t as if he played loud music or invited a bunch of people over on the weekends. (He was a pretty considerate neighbor, actually. Most young adults his age behaved just the opposite.)

Shindo stepped out of his shoes by the door, as he would in his own home. The home was surprisingly clean- although he wasn’t exactly sure what he anticipated. Shinsou was such an edgy guy, he would have imagined him to live in a dark, cluttered apartment by himself. On the contrary, it was pretty spacious. Decorative. Pleasant, even. Shindo admired his surroundings and made his way into the kitchen. 

“I could eat, if you’re offering.” He passed the extra groceries and stopped a vegetable from rolling out of the bag. “Hey. Do you mind if I use your shower?” He had a change of clothes in his gym bag, but changing clothes without a shower was pointless. 

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hey there roomie ; s&s

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“That sucks.” It did, but Shinsou wasn’t really holding out any sympathy for the guy. It was just life being life. Though, now that they were standing like this Shinsou was beginning to realize how tall the other was. It didn’t really matter before since all they said were ‘hi’s, ‘how are you’s, and ‘have a good day’s. Now he could see Shindo had a good couple inches on him-enough for him to have to tilt his head back to actually look him in the eye.

Well that pissed him off a bit.

Shindo was your typical Mr. Popular. Good-looking, athletic, tall, sociable, mildly conscience enough to be kind and mannerable. The kind of guy that was his exact opposite. Shinsou himself was decently well known back in his old high school and social enough, but not like this guy. The kind who probably had everyone tripping over their feet to talk to him and had everything handed to him ready made. 

“Yeah.” The perpetually tired looking male didn’t even try to deny it. There was a lot of bags and the actual installment of an elevator for the building was taking its sweet time. If the other was offering, he might as well take it. He dumped a couple of bags into the other’s arms without waiting to check and see if he actually meant it or not. Turning on his heels, he began to make his way back to his own apartment-worry free of roommates because he lived alone. 

“Come on, you’ll freeze out in this hallway. You can wait in my apartment until your roommate comes back.” It was a trade, he rationalized, help for help. // @vshakyboi

@spltnmnd​ //  The weight of the grocery bags was nothing compared to what he lifted at the gym. Whether or not the flimsy plastic tore in half was another matter. He adjusted them in his arms to avoid such a travesty and followed his neighbor down the hall.

“ Thanks, man. ” He wasn’t expecting generosity from someone who wore such a cold shoulder. “ I’m Shindo, by the way. ” It occurred to him that he’d probably never taken the time to introduce himself before. Not properly. Building relationships with his neighboring flatmates was at the bottom of his priorities. 

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Mirio had never been the confrontational type. He was more the kind to try and talk things through than jump headfirst into battle without a clear plan. He liked to know his would-be opponent, understand their motivations, their driving force. Start a conversation and, hopefully, have them join the pack rather than try and lead it. He wanted to see and feel their convictions before completely turning them around. Before forcing them to realize the mistakes of challenging him. 

He didn’t like confrontation, and yet, he was highly skilled at it and more than willing to protect his family. The largest of them all and always right at Nighteye’s side. Ready to take his place if tragedy ever struck. To Mirio, and his entire packs, misfortune they had lost their Alpha. And in his place, Mirio stood. Proud and strong. In front of a a wolf, ready to overthrow everything Mirio had helped build. Well, he wouldn’t allow that.

At the words, Mirio tilt his head curiously. His new Alpha. “I wonder about that.” he barked, taking a slow step forward. Not too close, following the sound of his pack as they surrounded Yo Shindo and began growling. Mirio did the same. With much less threat and more of a curious search. Circling the black wolf and watching his every move with enough distance between them to not be harmed should the challenger be so bold as to attack. 

“It’ll take more than a deceleration to take me down.” he growled, stopping in front of Shindo and raising his head, ears alert and forward, tail high in a show of overt dominance. Mirio didn’t like to fight, but he would if he had to, and he would win. 

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather talk this through?”

@one-million-more //  Intimidation wasn’t going to work. Shindo was calm as ever, holding his head high and meeting his opponent’s eyes with confidence and reserve. There were a dozen wolves forming a ring around them and he acknowledged them with a flick of his ear. They’d be wise to keep their distance. A fight between two full-grown wolves would be an inevitable bloodbath. 

“ What is there to discuss? ” If he defeated this wolf in a fair fight, he would become the new alpha of his pack. To his understanding, that’s how social packs worked. It wasn’t like a family pack that Shindo fled from, a hierarchy where the chances of ever advancing to an alpha status was slim. Challenging the leader of a social pack was the only way he would win the title he desperately craved.

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Fucker could hold a straight face, Bakugou would give him that. Everyone else could fall for the act Shindou put on, but Bakugou never really trusted him. Didn’t think the masks he put on quite matched his eyes. Bakugou had ruined his fun, and the blond was proud of that fact. Fucker would just have to deal with it.

“Fuck off,” Bakugou brushed off instantly, following his trainers words anyway. Pointedly not looking at the other, Bakugou let his gaze rest on his house’s walls, counting in his head. At this point he was fairly sure the fuck got off on ordering him around. 

“I didn’t cut it short last time!” Bakugou tried to argue back, finally turning his attention back to his trainer. “You count too slow!” // @vshakyboi​

@grcundzcro //  “It’s better to be over prepared, don’t you agree?” Shindo wasn’t going to argue, no matter how much he was egged on by attitude and sarcasm. He kept on his cheerful smile anyway and pulled his foot up into a quad stretch, making sure Bakugou was following his example. 

“ Why did you start modeling, anyway? ” It was a question that had been badgering his mind for some time but he never thought to ask. Bakugou was attractive - obviously - but not every attractive person has what it takes to become a celebrity, and Christ, he made it look easy.

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Suddenly pulled down onto his alpha’s lap, Bakugou grunted, head tilted back and eyes rolling as Shindou rubbed up against him. Always so damn needy. 

“Fuck you, I’m always attractive,” Bakugou shot back, lifting his hips to reposition himself and get comfortable. One leg curled under him and the other hanging limp over Shindou’s thigh, he reached up to toy with his mate’s hair. Turning his head to press his own nose against his alpha’s mop of hair, Bakugou melted under the scent. He couldn’t help it, Shindou was his alpha after all.

“You’re such a fucking sap.” // @vshakyboi​

@grcundzcro //  He was content with this: sinking into the corner sofa with his omega nestled comfortably in his arms. The harmless banter back and forth was something he was starting to get used to, even if it wasn’t traditional for an omega to have such an attitude. For Bakugou, he’d put up with it. Or at least he was up to the challenge. 

“ My sexy little omega. ” Shindo kissed the side of his head, messing his hair with his nose. “ So good to me. ”

Despite how domestic the moment was, he still felt the fire of adrenaline coursing through his veins - an epic need to protect Bakugou from every other alpha and beta in the world. He was claimed as clearly as the massive bruise across his throat, but that didn’t stop aggressive alphas from trying to get his attention. Shindo would fight all of them. Every last one.

“ I think that guy really wanted to steal you from me, ” he started. “ But you’re mine. No one else can have you, can they? ” Validation - as unnecessary as it was - still comforted him. Bakugou belonged to him in every physical and emotional way possible but he still wanted to hear it.

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Iida had admittedly put a lot of work into his outfit. To the point that he was rather proud. Humble, of course, but there was nothing wrong with taking pride in hard work. The makeup had taken three hours alone, and he thought he made a decent Frankenstein’s monster. 

It was just a shame he was the only one who seemed to put in some effort.

Really, he hadn’t been talking to anyone in particular. Just out loud musing. If he thought about it, he’d chalk it up to the fact he spent so much time with Midoriya. The boy always did have a habit of talking to himself.

The voice caught him by surprise though, humming quietly in question as he glanced at the familiar face. First of all, he couldn’t help but notice the costume. How couldn’t he? It was nice to see another student in something outside of their hero outfit. That was until it hit him that Shindou.. was not a student of UA.

“Ahh, thank you, Shindou-kun! Your outfit is very impressive too!” Iida started, turning to address him properly. “However, as class president of 1A, I must point out that this is a UA exclusive event. And I’m very concerned about how you got past UA security.” // @vshakyboi​

@rcciproburst​ //  “ Dude, you’re the president of 1A? That’s awesome! ” Contradicting his cheerful compliment, Shindo grit his teeth. He might have approached the wrong student to successfully blend in. Iida struck him as the sort of guy to take his job a little too seriously. If he went and tattled to one of the pros, his fun would be cut short before the party even got started.

Shindo grabbed the mask from before and pulled it on over his head, hiding his identity behind a classic ‘ scream ‘ face. 

“ Come on, man. It’s Halloween! Our school isn’t hosting any events. ” He didn’t know any more about Iida than what he’d seen from the sports festival and his performance at the licensing exam, but he hoped he could win him over with charm and a little bit of pity.

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Well wasn’t this a sight. Shinsou stood in the hallway staring down at his new floormate-the other having moved in not so long ago. His new neighbor was alright, maybe a bit too loud for his tastes but overall kept to his business and left him alone. Sure, there was the cordial greetings but he never tried to push for talk-atleast Shinsou never stayed long enough for conversation to happen.

“Pretty cold out just sitting out in the middle of a hallway.” He adjusted the groceries in his arms, having come back from his weekly grocery run. He couldn’t help the half amused smile that stretched onto his face, or the way he raised his brow as if he knew the entire story despite not having a goddamn clue. “Been out here long?”

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“ Sure is, “ he agreed. “ My flatmate locked me out. I’m waiting for him to get back, but I’m starting to think he won’t show. “ Being the ‘ gracious ‘ friend that he was, he let his ditz of a flatmate borrow his only house key after he’d gone and lost his own. Now he was locked out of his own apartment and - whether it was accidental or not - it ticked him off. To make matters infinitely worse, Mr. Edgelord from across the hall was scoffing at him. He wasn’t sure of the guy’s actual name. Only that they were about the same age and that he wore bags under his eyes like a fashion statement. 

Attractive, though. He wouldn’t deny that. 

Shindo climbed to his feet. It was chilly, and he was sporting his gym clothes of all things: an athletic tee and a pair of shorts did nothing to protect him from the breeze wafting in through the open corridor. All he wanted was a hot shower and here he was standing outside his apartment with no way inside. He was going to beat his flatmate to a pulp. 

“ You need any help with those? “ he offered. The bags looked as if they were about to split. He was probably one of those ‘ it’s better to carry all of the groceries in one trip ‘ sort of guys. He couldn’t blame him, their apartments were on one of the higher levels and dragging groceries upstairs was a pain in the ass. // @spltnmnd

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@sticky-cellophane ||  When that familiar name flashed across the top of his phone screen, Shindo knew he was getting laid.

He hadn’t spent time with Sero Hanta in at least a few months; it was a long enough period of time to wonder if they were still friends, but a couple of texts here and there kept them in touch with each other. With how little they spoke, especially after their last hook up, he wouldn’t have been surprised if Sero had turned a new leaf - maybe decided sleeping around without commitment wasn’t his game - but it was the flirty emoji at the end of their conversation that had him certain: they were going to sleep together again. 

So he invited him over, offered him dinner and a few drinks (he was a gentleman, after all), and even snuggled up with him on the couch before things started to get heated. Be it the alcohol or the inevitability, Sero’s pants were off within minutes. Shindo grabbed a handy bottle of lube from the end table, as well as a condom.

Sero had taken his fingers too easily and he couldn’t help but to bring it up. If he remembered correctly, his friend was a fan of a little dirty talk.

“This isn’t about me,” he hummed, curling his fingers with each deep thrust. “This is about you, Sero. God, look at you. Taking my fingers so well...” The room was echoing with lewd sounds; slick fingers pumping into a wet, tight heat. 

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"I'm always up for a challenge but, tell me again, who are you?" (Mirio - Werewolf Au)

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A L P H A

Prompt: "I'm always up for a challenge but, tell me again, who are you?”

@one-million-more || Sharp, pearly canines flashed under the light of the rising moon; a subtle threat without being too forward and aggressive - as if he hadn’t just staked his claim on the pack of subordinate wolves around him.

It was a pack of shifters much different than the one he hailed from. No two beasts looked the same, although a few of them showed signs of relation, in one way or another. Shindo was observant. He took note of how many males, how many females, and how many pups were gathered in the clearing. It was a huge pack, much bigger than his grandfather’s, and the majority of them were matured and plenty dangerous.The biggest of them all stood in front of him: the broad-shouldered wolf with a sandy shade of fur and rightful passage to become the next alpha.

He’d heard about Nighteye’s passing through the grapevine. The alpha was well known across the lands as the fierce and powerful leader - the exact sort of leader Shindo strived to be. It was the perfect opportunity to live out his dream and flee his family’s pack, to become an alpha himself. 

All that stood in his way now was the brawny wolf in front of him.

Shindo gave his fur a shake. It’s inky blackness blended in well with the dark of night and gave him a stark contrast with his opponent. 

“Yo Shindo,” he barked, swiping his tongue across his muzzle. “You should remember it. I’ll be your next alpha.”

There were a few growls of protest from around him, those of the pack who hoped to see Mirio as their new leader. It was to be expected - but he’d win them over, fair and square.