(reader has hair that can be curled with the sock method. i am writing this bc i saw a comment on a tiktok tutorial for the sock method that was like “idk how much more my husband can take this)
katsuki would be the boyfriend that’d be absolutely bamboozled when he walks into your room to turn in for the night, and you’re putting socks in your hair.
i can just imagine the most judgmental stare emerging from his rarely judgmental look (at least for you)
like.. he doesn’t know how much more he can take when he cuddles up next to you and you’re looking like you have a ufo on your head 😭 he gets curling your hair but… socks. they’re socks. he’s baffled.
but then he kinda gets it when he wakes up next morning and your hair looks absolutely majestic. (he obviously expresses that “the sock thing is still goofy”, and just compliments the outcome on your hair)
despite so, the sock method never gets old for him in terms of how much it baffles him— and he will continue to give you split second judgmental looks until the day you pass 💀
short drabble! FLUFF, not proofread & rushed work !! i was planning to post this on his bday, but i didn't :(( so this is me comforting myself after the new ep.
the sight of you hunch over trying to keep your body temperature warm, made his brows furrow out of concern, or how you would warm your palms with your breath, hoping it would melt away the cold you're feeling.
it shouldn't really bother him so much knowing that it was practically normal for you to experience this side effect of your quirk — you were more vulnerable to the cold. he doesn't understand why his hands itch to hold yours, how he would need to clench his hands just to satiate how it burns to be held.
his eyes always trained on your figure, and sensing his stare, turning to your side where he sits to meet his eyes, noticing how it was focused on your hands.
it caught you off guard, it was like he's burning holes in your hands almost looking so detest by it.
"shou, is there something wrong?" you ask, while continuously rubbing your hands together.
yes, there is. he would like to say, but decided against it.
hearing a lack of response from him, you just shrugged it off. you didn't really mind, it was often the dual quirk boy was always lost in his thoughts, taking your eyes off of him as your mind wanders.
your hands are still freezing cold, as you try your best to rub your hands, and prevent frostbites wounding you like the last time — earning a long lecture from recovery girl.
shaking your head from the memory, not really noticing how his hands come up to yours. only when you feel the warm sensation of his left hand intertwining with your right ones and his right hand on top your left hand, as he tries to keep you warm.
and it left you baffled, eyes wide. never did shouto initiate physical touch, it would always be you, the only time he would do it, is if it's necessary.
it left you flustered, your heart skipping a beat, as you let out a shaky breath — not really sure if it was from the cold or maybe it's just him. unbeknownst, to you his own heart was doing the same thing, taking note of how his left side runs a little warmer this time.
"is this... okay?" he says as he looks earnestly into your eyes, seeking your permission like the times you seem to have done with him.
only offering a tentative nod as a response. your eyes darting off the walls refusing to look at him, fearing that you might just combust right there and then.
"i can always warm you up.." he trails off.
"you really don't have to, shou-"
"but, i want to," he cuts you off. his eyes soft, with a little smile accompanying it, "let me take care of you."
you can't help yourself, but to smile at his words.
really, what's so different this time, than the ones where it was you who was holding him? it was gentle and warm, it feels so good to be the one being held by him.
it made you realize you didn't mind — you didn't really mind him holding you or your heart.
☆༉ summary: Megumi was the reason why you wanted to move past December. And you're the reason why Megumi wants to go back to December.
☆༉ end note: repost from my ao3. was obsessed with this song so i had to write it out.
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Megumi Fushiguro was the reason you love December.
White droplets of snow decorating the roofs and pavements, the frigid breeze of wind caressing your skin, dressing yourself with piles and piles of thick clothes.
He was the reason why December is warm.
Bringing you a cup of hot cocoa, removing his jacket to keep you warm (despite his sensitivity from the cold), throwing you a snowball whenever you're too lost in thought — stealing kisses in front of the fireplace, running around the house like two idiots when you're locked inside the house because of the hailstorm, exchanging promises under the fort you made.
He was the reason why you waited with bated breath for December. Itching for spring, summer and autumn to pass – crafting fantasies for your next meeting, trapping yourself from the imagery of what's to come the next December, the next time you can see him again.
Megumi is a sorcerer and you're a normal citizen. His life as a sorcerer is the reason why the only season you could see him is during winter, during December.
And yet, like a little child waiting on the porch for the first fall of snow, you longed for his arrival, eyes fleeting from the calendar into your front door.
Your first December with Megumi is when he confessed.
A small piece of paper, that for you, it meant bigger, meaningful, a drastic change in your life – I like you, will you go out with me? – Despite the harsh gust of wind, you felt warm, especially when you felt two pairs of arms wrapped around you, sturdy chest blocking your view from your surroundings, when you nodded your head and said ‘yes’.
Your second December was when he said I love you.
Snuggled in front of the fireplace, cladded with nothing but a thick, large blanket. Head lays flat against his chest, his heart thumping erratically.
He said it's because of the rigorous activity, but his reaction says otherwise. You know it's because of what he said, it's because of the confession he made.
With every passing month you awaited what will happen the next December. The expectations of what kind of surprise, what kind of memory you'll keep, what kind of gift you'll receive, keeps you awake every night.
Restlessness, loneliness, fear were all cast aside when you hear the familiar jingle of keys, dashing from the bedroom into the stairs – uncaring if you lose your footing and might stumble, all you want is to open the door and see him again – to see your Megumi again, to feel him in your arms again.
The eight December you have with Megumi – was nothing like you imagined it would be.
Your excitement drowns when you hear his words, walls come crumbling down when you force yourself to look at his face.
“I'm sorry y/n, I just came here to tell you all of that. These are your keys, goodbye.” He left, turned his back and never looked back – leaving you dumbfounded and broken.
From all the December you spent with Megumi, from all the countless memories you both shared – Goodbye – a breakup is the least surprise you've expected.
Without reasons, without explanation, without turning back, Megumi just left you there; tears rolling from your cheeks nonstop, door ajar deriding you from the reality that all the December you spent with him is gone.
Your eight December with Megumi is not what you expected and the last December that marks your relationship.
Megumi was the reason you loved December.
And you're the reason why Megumi wants to go back to December.
Megumi hates that he didn't get to tell you the words he wanted to say. He misses you, a lot actually, your firm soft skin sliding against his, your sweet smile – it's burned in the back of his mind, haunting him with the vivid memory of your last encounter: crestfallen, jaw slacked, corners of your eyes pooling with tears.
Sometimes he stares into his reflection in the mirror, stares at the monumental change in his life and asks: If I happen to turn around that day and let my defense crumble, will we still be together?
Will we still spend December together?
“I haven't seen you in a while. You look great”
Your eyes don't hold the same gaze as before. No more affection and love, it's shrouded with – nothing, indifference perhaps.
It's his fault, he knows. Why you can't keep squirming in your seat – you're uncomfortable.
Why do your eyes dart from his face into the bustling street outside – you don't feel comfortable with him anymore.
“I'm sorry if I… called you out here so suddenly. I just wanted to see–”
“Fushiguro, please let's cut to the chase. I have an important thing to do.”
It's his fault – why you wish to leave as soon as possible, why you feel uncomfortable, why you don't want to talk to him anymore.
But, if he told you that he still loves you and regrets the day he told you that he wants to break up — will that make you forgive him?
If he told you that the day when he told you that you should part ways, he looked back – turn around only when realized that he can't do it, when he had already taken steps further away from your house, will you take him back?
“If you're going to apologize, it's okay now Fushiguro. I already forgive you, even if you don't explain I get it, I understand everything. We didn't need to meet up like this if it's just as simple as that.”
He listened not so much to what you said as to the nuances in your voice. He heard nothing to enlighten him, except that you had reverted to the formal tones of early acquaintance, as if you never met each other at all.
Will it surprise you if he said that hurts him?
“If that's all then I'm leaving. Thank you for everything, Fushiguro. Goodbye.”
Footfalls and the ringing of the bell was the last thing he heard before he closed his eyes. This was all his fault. He even swallowed his pride, tried to apologize – but just like what he dreaded the most, it came to life.
The one thing he didn't want to make into reality, came true, in just a blink of an eye. The perfectly built expectation and hope is nothing more than a delusion now.
It's all Megumi's fault – he regrets it all. And now he can't do anything, can't get you back anymore, he regrets everything, regret ever breaking up with you.
As Megumi watches your figure disappear into the streets, he wishes for one thing: to go back to December, turn around and run back to you.
Maybe then, the month you both love – will still be spent with you and him together
Shoto, who’s never had a pet before in his life, who grew up in a pet-free household. His father always saying how messy they were, how many distractions they caused.
Shoto who, after years of wistfully longing for a pet, becomes a pro-hero. His schedule becomes too packed that even now that he has his own place, his own money, he still can’t have one. The thought breaks his heart a little more, and painfully, he adds a pet to the seemingly endless list of what he was deprived of as a kid. Bitterly, he blames his father.
When you start dating, he asks for pictures of your cat all the time. He wants to know everything about her. And when they finally meet, your cat takes to him immediately. You beam as he holds a hesitant hand out to her, watching as once she’s sniffed him a bit, she nuzzles into him. You’ll never forget how his smile brimmed with unrestrained joy as he looked up at you, your cat purring in his palm.
After that, you rarely see one without the other when Shoto stays over, your cat always weaving between his legs or settling in his lap. Your camera roll quickly fills with pictures of the dynamic duo, and you treasure each one.
The sweetest of them all comes from a quiet Tuesday evening, right after your work day. You step through the front door, calling for Shoto in your now shared apartment, but you get no answer. And as you open your mouth to call for him again, you find him asleep on the couch with your cat sleeping peacefully on his chest. The photo that follows stays as your phone wallpaper for months after.
Your heart swells as you greet them both with barely there kisses. Softly, you push the hair from Shoto’s forehead and kiss him again. The feeling of your lips against his skin pulls Shoto from his nap, and he blinks up at you drowsily.
“You’re home,” he says with affection, hand coming up to caress your cheek.
just thinking about yuuta who teaches you the basics of accounting. him explaining the assets, liabilities and other terms that you couldn't focus on what he says. you're more concentrated on how his lips smack against each other, stretches on every syllables.
and when you get a wrong answer, he doesn't raise his voice — but rather, he smiles and pats your head then explain to you what you did wrong and how to make it right.
after you're all done with your accounting homeworks, he leans into your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss.
the atmosphere is thick with tension, as he breathes near your ear, lowly and sexily — stirring up something inside you.
then he whispered something: “good job, now next is your literature homework.”
Hey guys! This post is a bit different from what I usually write, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, and that I talk about with fellow fanfic writers. I’ve talked a little before about how self insert fanfic culture has changed over the years, and this post is just an attempt for me to (somewhat) compile and organize my thoughts.
This post (or informal essay) will be divided into two main sections: one on content creators and burnout, which goes into topics such as why writers leave and the difficulty of maintaining a writing blog, and one on what readers and authors owe each other, which delves into the relationships between authors and their audience, and everything that entails. As a disclaimer, all opinions are my own, and anyone is free to agree or disagree. I wouldn’t mind civil discussion on this topic, but I will ignore anything out of line.
there is a lot shinsou has had to put up with in his time. he’s put up with his dreams being a phantom of reality, he’s put up with a whole lot of training to catch up on, he’s put up with assumptions that he knows aren’t true—but mostly, he puts up with you. you’re a handful to pick up when you’re drunk, and even though he insists you should go have fun, he can’t help but inwardly dread the aftermath—the one he’s experiencing right now.
“go away,” you snap, crossing your arms at him. you’re so stubborn, and shinsou’s had quite enough of this back and forth business with you, drunk or not. with a heavy sigh, he plops himself back down in the drivers seat, shutting the door beside him.
“i’m not understanding what the issue is here,” he says flatly, and your face scrunches into a scowl, and he has to physically force himself not to roll his eyes—otherwise you’ll only be even worse to handle.
“i’m not going inside with you,” you grumble, shooting him a dirty look before looking off to the side. shinsou is not known for being a sugar coater. he’s never been one to soften his words or butter them up, and even though you know that, you can’t help but hold it against him right now as he speaks.
“why not? quit being difficult—”
“you said i’m too much,” you glare at him, putting the words in finger quotes, and he stares at you in absolute bewilderment. how can you put words in quotes when they’re not quoted in the first place? “so i’ll be too much out here so i don’t bother you,” you slur through a hiss.
there’s a moment of silence as he processes your words, and you huff before angling your body away from him once more. any other time, he’d smile a little at the way you sway, but right now, he’s not in the mood. and shinsou is a patient man. he holds it as a virtue and follows it firmly—it’s gotten him this far. he’s a man of good morals too. he doesn’t ever want to use his quirk on you, and he hopes he never has to.
except right now, he thinks he’s seconds way from using it to force you out of his car and into your shared apartment if you don’t get out yourself.
“when did i say that?” he challenges, and you raise a brow as if to accept it.
“you basically did. you rolled your eyes at me and sighed. all because i asked if we could get food from that—”
“yeah, because i had to turn the car around. i already asked you if you were hungry and you said no,” he argues. he fails to see what he’s done wrong here, and he also fails to see why you can’t just be mad at him over nothing from at home instead of in here.
“then i changed my mind. people are allowed to do that,” you pout. “you didn’t have to be so rude. apologize.”
“apologize?” he repeats, shock lacing his tone. you nod seriously. “no,” he says blankly, and you shrug, crossing your arms and sinking further into the car seat.
“then i’m staying right here.”
“well, i’m not leaving you here,” he says just as stubbornly, and you shrug at him again as though you don’t care. but there’s a small part of you that’s a little touched that he’d stay in the car with you, even if he could be comfortably scrolling through his phone in bed right now.
“guess we’ll be here all night then,” you mumble, and shinsou stares at you with a weary look. you’ll be falling asleep pretty soon, and he wants you changed and under the covers before you’re sleepy—you’re even more unmanageable that way. with a pinch of his nose, and an exasperated sigh, he turns back to you and rolls his eyes.
“okay, i’m sorry. let’s go home now,” he offers, holding his hand out to you. you stiffen for a second before slowly turning back to him, and to his relief, your hand is placed in his after a few moments of your calculating stare. whatever you seem to have looked for, you must’ve found it because now, there’s a soft smile on your face.
“it’s okay, toshi. i forgive you,” you smile, patting his cheek. he purses his lips because really, there’s nothing to forgive, and you’re just being dramatic, but he doesn’t open his mouth. he’s not in the mood for another meltdown, and he really just wants to stop wasting the gas of his car as it stays running.
“thank you so much,” he says blandly.
“of course,” you say with a giggle, reaching and poking his cheek. you miss the first time, and the second, but you eventually get it the third, and he can’t fight the fond grin that tugs on his lips. “love you.”
“love you too,” he snorts, shaking his head. “now please get out of the car,” he pinches your nose affectionately, and finally, you open the door and let yourself out.
shinsou watches as you wobble on your feet, and with a roll of his eyes, he climbs out his own side and makes his way over, tightly wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you steady.
and you are too much sometimes, but he thinks it’s just because you’re more than enough.
shinsou hitoshi's more than happy to look after your cat while you're away.
he likes to converse with your catー not as in, "meow meow," more like, "pretty dull around here without y/n, huh?" he responds when it meows back, fondly stroking its fur, "yeah, i know. i miss them too."
when you ask him how they're doing over text, he'll send you photos like these:
with the last one captioned with "your cat's starting to act like u lol"
he also brought 2 more pieces of clothing for your cat, and he's shopping online for more while you're gone
when you ask for more photos, he sends you a video of your cat pouncing on his binding cloth, and your heart melts when you hear him softly chuckling in the background.
later he sends another photo, and it's your cat with a bow on its head. it takes you a whole minute to realize the bow's the binding cloth too. 💀 was he strictly told not to use it for anything other than fighting? yes. would aizawa mind if it's for accessorizing a cat? yes. 🗿 he'd want to ask for the pictures tho
overall, hitoshi would be amazing with your cat while you're awayー enough to make you worry that your own pet would start recognizing your boyfriend as its new owner and forget about you ☹ still, you love them both to death, and it's adorable to see them being best friends.
additional headcanons!
when you're cuddling with hitoshi and your cat walks by, it's a silent competition of whose lap or chest your cat decides to lie on
you also act a lot like a married coupleー your spoiled child being your cat of course. 🤩
he doesn't let you clean the litterbox when he's there, and he never lets you trim the cat's claws tooー even if your cat's not that aggressive, hitoshi won't risk seeing you with claw marks.
there was also this incident.
after hours of cuddling with your boyfriend (and your cat), you plant a kiss on hitoshi's temple as you finally get on your feet.
"y/n, wait. stay right there." you comply.
he starts brushing cat fur off the rear of your pants with his palm, and you look back at him like, 😨⁉️
he didn't mean to but he did it so aggressively it felt like he was slapping your ass 💀 and even asked nicely beforehand 😭
you had to reassure him that it's fine and he didn't mean it bc he just felt so bad and was ready to throw himself out of your house 😔
hitoshi's homescreen is a photo of you and your cat taking a nap together <3
yours is a photo of him with a dorky smile plastered on his face bc your cat was sleeping on his chest :)
another form of 'i love you' to hitoshi would be saying 'our cat' instead of 'my cat'
when your relationship starts getting more serious, he'll adopt another kitten with you, and you'll start acting even more like a married couple
when he sees you cradling one of the cats, the other one on his lap as usual, he thinks to himself, 'mhm, this is the life 🥰'
there'll also be a lot of, "seriously, hitoshi? in front of the cats?" and "y/n, the cats are watching."
that's either when you're having a light argument with hitoshi while the cats are around.
or you and hitoshi starting to have a steamy session w the cats just staring at you two like 👁〰️👁
note: no, idk what this is 🧍♀ i hate that this post is not even queued 😭 i reinstalled the app to write this bc i thought i'd only write a sentence or two idk what happened :,)
