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Undocumented | MHA

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can we get part two of paper hearts?

Hi, part 2 is up! Feel free to check it out!

Tokito Muichiro X (f) Reader

Paper Heart (pt.2) | With his memories finally restored, you and Muichiro learn to explore the unknowns of your new dynamic.

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Hey so can I have scenario where s/o is in kitchen and she’s just like “anyone who disturbs me while I’m in kitchen will feel my wrath” and then welcomes Izuku into the kitchen happily, and Denki is just like in back, “THE Favouritism” and s/o is like “well… yea… of course I Have a favourite”?

The Exception

MHA | Midoriya Izuku X Mean! Girly! Reader

Summary: Class 1A continues to face your blatant favoritism for Deku. | CW: Minor foul language | 2.6k words (This is basically a continuation of Mean in Pink but can be read seperately!)

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You'd never admit you had a bias towards Midoriya, but you didn't have to. It was plain as day for everyone, even the freckled boy himself. While he had his doubts at first, it quickly became apparent. Maybe it was the way he held himself. Relatable and trusting yet brave and dependable when the situation called for it. Maybe it was his mannerisms. Always considerate, always selfless, always putting others before himself. Or maybe it was his big, round puppy-like eyes.

No matter how long you lingered on the thought, you couldn't figure out what it was. The soft spoken boy was magnetic and you never bothered to resist his pull. As the school year went on, you and Deku got closer (not that you gave him much choice anyway).

☆ At some point, Izuku stopped bothering to look for a partner whenever Aizawa sensei assigned group projects. He knew you'd always be the first person at his side before he could even begin to look around. On the off chance that he declined your offer in order to partner with Iida or Uraraka he'd apologize repeatedly.

"You know I always enjoy working with you (l/n)-san b-but I promised I'd team up with Iida this time..." He trails off. Unbeknownst to him the rest of 1A listens in with their jaws clenched. They fear you were about to blow a gasket.

You merely pause for moment, eyes slowly landing on the back of Tenya's head. "Iida, huh? I see."

"I really am sorry! We can-" Izuku starts.

You give him a relaxed close eyed smile. "What are you apologizing for? It's no big deal! There's always next time!"

Despite your reassurance, Izuku bows in apology several more times before leaving the classroom. He's relieved to not have hurt your feelings. He's so silly! As if he could ever do such a thing. Deku could never be to blame. The fault here lies solely on Iida.

The class president shivers as a mysterious sense of dread befalls him. He looks across the room only to be met with glaring pink irises. Your eyes glow, heavy with the threat of unleashing your quirk on him. Tenya glances down at your balled fist, and begins to sweat after seeing the remains of a snapped pencil in your clutches.

☆ Class 1A takes a holiday field trip to the beach and you seriously contemplate calling out "sick" to avoid the whole thing. Something about "classroom bonding" and "collaborative synergy for hero work" or some junk. The beach always sounds fun in theory, but in reality its a nightmare, especially for a high maintenance girly like yourself. Ocean trash, slimy seaweed, constantly reapplying sunscreen just to avoid uneven tan marks and worst of all- sand! It gets EVERYWHERE! But despite your best efforts, Mina drags you along while you mentally kick and scream.

You're now laid back in a beach chair, comfortably tucked under the shade of an umbrella. Both of which are pink (because a hot girl always stays ready 😉) You lazily flip through a celebrity magazine, large sunglasses sat on the bridge of your nose as Mina continues her restless attempts at getting you to join in the festivities.

"Come on, (y/n)! There's lots for us to do! Kirishima and Sero are playing volleyball with some of the other guys. Lets join them!"

"You go ahead, I'm fine here," you say.

"Oh! Yaomomo and the girls are making sand castles! Wanna give that a try?"

" ...No thanks."

"How about we help Bakugo with the barbecue? I'm sure he could use a hand!" Mina insists.

"Are we cooking him?"

"Huh? Of course not!"

"Then I'm good."

"Ugh! (Y/nnnnn)," she whines. "What do I have to do to make yo-" Mina cuts herself off when she spots Deku by the water. A mischievous grin takes over. "You know what? Never mind, I don't know why I bother~" She says with a strange lilt to her voice. "By the way, who's that over there?"

You slowly peel your gaze away from the pages and look in the direction your friend's pointing. Your eyes find Izuku just as he begins to shed his white tee. Your eyes expand before you tuck your face deep in the magazine. You hope it does well to cover your expression, but Mina snatches it. She then jumps up and shouts, "Midoriya!" while waving her arms.

The boy jumps before waving back, albeit a bit confused. He adjusts a pair of scuba goggles on his head while Mina grabs your wrist and tugs you to the shore. Your precious shades tumble into the sand with the sudden movement. Next to Deku is Todoroki whose holding his own pair of scuba goggles too.

"Hey guys!" Mina greets. "What are you up to? Got room for two more?"

"Midoriya was telling me about a coral reef that's nearby," Todoroki says.

"Oh yeah! There's supposed to be a big ecosystem of fish and other ocean life there. We were planning to have a look if you guys wanna join us," Izuku explains.

Mina gasps in exaggerated shock. "Oh wow! You hear that (y/n)? Doesn't that sound so fun!" She smiles while poking her elbow into your side.

You fidget with the end of your swimsuit cover, nerves alight. "I mean, yeah... t-that sounds cool."

"Great!" Midoriya cheers. "I'll grab some more gear for you guys. Todoroki-kun, can you give me a hand?"

Shoto nods and walks off with Izuku. All the while, your eyes stay glued to Deku's form. "I guess the beach isn't that bad," you mutter.

"What was that?" Mina teases.

"Nothing!"

☆ You sit around a bond fire with the rest of your class on another trip. You guys went camping this time, and it wasn't completely terrible. Aside from the porta-potties, spotty wifi, and dear god, the BUGS. You nearly busted a lung with the scream you let out when a beetle landed on your arm. Bakugo laughed and you nearly killed him, literally. Aizawa had to stop you.

All that fun stuff aside, things calmed down as the sun began to set. And with the sun's retreat went the warmth of the day. You shiver as a cool wind blows past and Ojiro is the first to notice.

"Are you cold?" He says.

Mineta jumps up before you can even speak. "We can share my blanket! You'll have to scoot closer tho~"

You revere him the same way you did that beetle. "I'd rather freeze to death."

"Any minute now..." Sero whispers to Kaminari. "3... 2... aaaand..."

"I-if you want, you can burrow my jacket (l/n)-san," Midoriya shyly offers from beside her.

"1! Bingo!" Sero whisper shouts.

"Dude!" Kaminari laughs. "That's awesome! You got the timing down and everything!"

"Haha, its not rocket science. Whenever Midoriya moves (l/n) follows. They're like magnets!"

The blonde snickers in return before watching the pair again.

You freeze, eyes on Izuku. "What about you? I mean... won't you get cold?"

The green eyed boy quickly shakes his head. "It's okay! I don't get cold easy, plus I packed a spare. Here." Midoriya shrugs the article off his body before you can stop him (not that you planned to) and gently draps it around your shoulders. "Is that better?"

You tug the edges closer to your chest. The lingering remnants of his body heat seep into you. The All Might jacket smells of citrus soap. It surrounds and soothes your senses, the cold from before long forgotten.

"Thank you," you mumble into the article.

Izuku blinds you with another one of his signature smiles and says, "anytime!"

It isn't until a week after the trip did he begin to regret his words. You took his "anytime" as permission to practically keep the zip up for yourself. You didn't wear it out, too scared at the thought of staining or damaging it. Instead it stayed safely tucked away in your dorm. Worn on a giant teddy bear you cuddled to sleep. Deku had nearly lost hope in ever retrieving his jacket, until he finally mustered up the nerve to simply ask for it back. It was in his hands, washed, pressed, and folded the very next day. He blushed deeply after realizing his jacket now smelled like you. A mix of cinnamon, spice and something nice. No thanks to the perfume you may or may not have purposely sprayed on it.

☆ This time you're in the dorm's common kitchen. You felt like making yourself a sweet treat today, so you move about the space in your iconic pink apron while readying the ingredients. Some of your classmates are sprinkled throughout the lounge area not too far away. Some are preoccupied watching TV, others engage in a card game and a few chat amongst themselves in the dining area. Everyone made sure to stear clear of the kitchen though.

A silent rule had formed for the students of 1A. One they quickly learned and adapted to. The rule? That NO ONE is to enter the kitchen if you're cooking. Distractions cause mistakes, and mistakes lead to less than perfect desserts and you couldn't have that. Mineta learned that lesson the hard way. Safe to say you made an example of him and everyone else quickly got the memo: "Don't mess with (y/n) when she's cooking."

Ojirou leans back against the couch. Pulling his eyes away from the TV he lets out a deep sigh. "Dang it."

"What's wrong?" Satou says from beside him.

"I left my water bottle in the kitchen."

Satou spares him a look of pity. "Oh..." Both look over the backrest. They find you mixing the wet ingredients for your famous sugar cookies. "I don't think you'll be getting it back anytime soon."

"Yeah..." Ojirou replies with a sweatdrop.

"Never say never," Kaminari joins. "All you have to do is sneak it out the kitchen without her noticing," he chuckles.

"Easier said than done," Satou quips.

"We just need someone with the right quirk to do it. I'm sure Tokoyami's Dark Shadow could snatch it in a flash!"

All three boys turn to Tokoyami who sits perpendicular to them on a single sofa. He stares at the playing movie with his arms crossed. "No." He states with finality. His classmates groan in complaint.

"Maybe Sero can do it. His tape would work," Kaminari thinks aloud.

Said boy then walks over after hearing his name. "And risk spilling something on the floor? Or worse, on her? I like (l/n), I really do, but I think I like being alive a little more," Sero explains. "We all remember what happened to Mineta."

They wince collectively at the memory. Bakugo and Kirishima make their way over. They settle on the floor as Kaminari speaks again. "I still don't know how she didn't get in trouble for that."

"Well, Mineta does get hit by the girls pretty often," Kirishima adds.

"And he usually deserves it but (l/n) put him out of commission for a day. A whole DAY!"

Bakugo's mood sours at the topic. He's been at the receiving end of your wrath more than once and the conversation was hitting a little too close to home. "The chick's a damn psychopath. There's nothing more to-"

"Kirishima! Come here," your voice calls from the kitchen.

Everyone jumps, worried you'd overheard. The red head begins to sweat bullets as he shakily stands. He makes his way over, standing on the boundary line between living room and kitchen. "Uh, y-yeah? What's up?"

You continue to wisk with your back turned. You pause before pointing to a ball of unmixed cookie dough. "I need you to knead that. Wash your hands first."

"Oh, uh, okay." He throws a confused look back to his friends before doing as told. "So um, what are we making?"

"Sugar cookies."

"Sweet! You um, think I could have some after we finish?" He asks with hopeful eyes.

You glance at Kirishima from the corner of your eye as you prep the frosting. "I guess it's only fair. Just don't overknead my dough."

The boy grins happily, the prospect of getting free cookies all the motivation he needs. "Yes chef!"

As the first batch begins to bake, the sweet smell of butter and sugar fills the room. Everyone begins to salivate, hoping to a get a bite once their done. You'd normally leave a batch out for everyone to finish once you've had your fill. You were a piece of work but everyone loved your desserts.

Midoriya, who was busy with homework, follows the tempting scent downstairs. He greets his fellow classmates on the way to the kitchen. His strides through the tiled area casually, none the wiser to the bewildered looks thrown his way. He spots you pulling a tray out the oven.

"You're making cookies? They look great!"

You nearly trip at the sound of his voice. "Oh! Y-yeah, I was craving them, you know?" You awkwardly transfer the cookies to a cooling rack under his watchful eye.

"Do you need any help?" He offers.

"That's okay. This is the last batch so I'm pretty much finished. Do you... want to try them?"

"Can I?"

"Yeah! Go sit down, I'll bring you some!"

"Hey! What about us?!" Kaminari whines from the couch. "We've been down here way longer than Midoriya. How come he gets the first cookie? I mean I get he's your favorite but still, the favoritism is crazy! It blows my mind!"

You could hear a pen drop, the room it was so quiet. The blond immediately regrets his words as fear overcomes him.

Your now pink eyes bore into Kaminari. "That lump of mush you call a brain doesn't amount to much so I'm sure your mind gets blown quite often. Also, I don't recall anyone asking for your opinion. It's no secret that Midoriya's my favorite. Do you have a problem with that?" You take a step in his direction and everyone freaks out.

The blonde scrambles off the couch desperate to keep as much distance between you two. "N-NO! No problem! There's no problem at all! I don't even know why I said that! Hehe... he," he tries to laugh off.

Your eyes remain aglow until Izuku grabs your hand, pulling you back slightly. You freeze. "C-come on (l/n), you know Kaminari. He doesn't really think before he speaks. Don't get upset, okay?"

Just like that, all your anger dissipates. You look down at your hand in his and fight the urge to faint. Face warm, you merely nod in compliance as he guides you back to the baked goods. Kaminari breathes a sigh of relief as he tells everyone that Midoriya just saved his life. Deku sits at a table nearby as you prepare his cookies as promised. Its only then that he recalls what you said.

"It's no secret that Midoriya's my favorite."

His face explodes in a burst of color, his ears steaming.

You soon bring over a saucer plate with three heart shaped cookies topped with pink sugar crystals and a small cup of milk. You were getting bolder with your affections and Deku didn't know how to handle it. He was this close to passing out his damn self. You take a seat across from him a watch closely. He takes a bite into the soft, warm treat and marvels at the taste.

"It's great! How do you get them so fluffy?"

"It's really easy actually..." You happily answer his questions as he takes another bite.

Meanwhile, Sero and the others laugh at Kaminari's shaken form. "How's it feel to dance with death?" Sero teases.

"Not funny!" The blonde cries.

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AN: I got a bit carried away with all the theatrics but what can I say? Writing banter is fun! Nesting, I'm sorry this took so long to get out! I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for reading! ♡

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Paper Heart (pt.2)

KNY | Tokito Muichiro X (f) Reader | Part 2/2 (Part 1)

Summary: With his memories finally restored, you and Muichiro learn to explore the unknowns of your new dynamic. | CW: Spoilers (This dat good fluff >_<) | 5.5k words (don't say I ain't never did nothing for yall!)

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Muichiro's return from the Swordsmith Village brought along many questions and changes. The hidden village was destroyed, the Twelve Kizuki were down two Upper Moons, and the Corps's only demon member had conquered the sun. The tides were changing and everyone could tell a battle like no other was surely on the horizon. Despite the chaos of the aftermath, the greatest change to (y/n) was that of Tokito Muichiro himself. The young hashira's personality had done a complete 180, and while (y/n) happily embraced the change, it was still quite jarring.

(Y/n) sits to the side, watching as Shinobu examines Muichiro. After some time the young woman deems him fit enough to leave. She informs him that despite his quick recovery, he still isn't 100%. That it would take some (although not much) time for him to recover his full strength.

"That means no training or strenuous exercise for now, okay?" Shinobu says. Muichiro's only indication that he's listening is a soft nod. She blinks and then turns to (y/n). "Tokito-kun can be surprisingly stubborn at times. Since you'll be staying together can I count on you to look after him?"

(Y/n) looks at her in mild surprise, but accepts nonetheless. "Oh! Yes, of course."

"Great," She smiles, now speaking to Muichiro. "With that you are hereby released from my care. Please take care of yourself, Tokito-kun."

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(Y/n) and Muichiro soon leave the Butterfly Mansion with their crows in tow. Gingko goes on to give an exaggerated retelling of how fiercely amazing her master was during his fight against Upper Moon Five. Muichiro smiles awkwardly but doesn't bother stopping her. Ryukyu huffs and (y/n) listens while side-eyeing the bird. She does her best to piece together what actually happened from the many needless details.

When the four arrive at the dojo, the tenant greets them. The old woman immediately notices the change in Muichiro and smiles happily at him. "I'm glad to see you've returned, Muichiro-san."

"I'm glad to be back. I hope you didn't worry too much," he replies.

"No more than I usually do. Seeing such young children risk their lives is something one can never get used to. Your efforts are admirable and appreciated, nonetheless," the woman says. "Now that's enough of my rambling! I'm sure you kiddos are hungry. I've already started on dinner, so it'll be ready soon. Muichiro-san, please wait in the dining room. (Y/n)-san, would you give me a hand in the kitchen?"

The two teens glance at each other before following the woman inside. (Y/n) soon joins her in the kitchen, curious as to what the old woman could need help with. In the two months she's been here, this is the first time she's been asked for help.

The woman turns to (y/n) before the girl can ask. "Once I got word that Muichiro-san would be returning today, I figured it'd be the perfect opportunity to make his favorite dish."

"Favorite dish?" The demon slayer questions.

"Yes, dear! Muichiro-san loves furofuki daikon! I thought you'd like to know how to make it. Every woman should know how to make her future husband's favorite meal, after all!" The lady beams.

"Huh?! Wha- husband? What are you talking about?!" (y/n) sputters, tripping over her words. She immediately grows bashful.

"There's no need to be shy! I was a young girl once, and I've had my fair share of crushes. It's easy for me to see that you have feelings for the boy."

"No, I mean- Muichiro-san and I... we're not like that..."

The elder merely chuckles. "Sure thing, dear. Now, are you ready to learn?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

With the ingredients already prepped, the tenant diligently walks (y/n) through each step on how to make furofuki daikon. It's nothing overly complicated, but the girl cooks with care, following each instruction to the letter. When finished, she plates the food and takes it to Muichiro. His eyes widen at the dish placed in front of him. (Y/n) takes a seat across from him as the old woman brings out the rest of the food.

"This is... How did you know?" Muichiro says to her.

"I told her," the tenant answers. She sets down the final plate and makes her leave. "Please enjoy your meal, you two."

The door slides closed, leaving the demon slayers alone. (Y/n) looks at Muichiro, an air of shyness in her voice. "This was my first time making furofuki daikon, so I apologize in advance if it isn't all that great."

The young Hashira's eyes shine as he admires the careful arrangement of steaming radishes. He picks up his chopsticks and breaks off a piece coated in plenty of miso sauce. He takes a bite. (Y/n) stares as Muichiro chews and swallows.

"It's delicious," he says softly. He quickly breaks another piece and eats it eagerly. Muichiro looks at (y/n) with a warm smile. "It's really delicious. Thank you for making this for me."

Heat floods the girl's face; her heart races at his expression. She can't help but think about how cute he looks here. "Y-you're welcome! I'm happy you like it."

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The following days were slow but peaceful. (Y/n) and Muichiro did their best to rectify the routine they'd established. (Y/n) resumed training under Muichiro's supervision. Normally, he'd give her instructions and then leave the girl to her vices, but not anymore. Unlike before the pair were spending much more time together. Muichiro may not have been physically able to guide (y/n) through their drills (as he was still recovering), but he always sat nearby, watching and more importantly, providing his input whenever needed.

"Good, you're form is a lot cleaner now!" Muichiro declares.

(Y/n) shifts around with a hand on the back of her neck. A dumb smile graces her face, unused to hearing praise from him. "You really think so?"

"I do. You're speed's improved too, but you're still clenching your muscles too much."

(Y/n) gives Muichiro a confused look. The young Hashira then walks over to her. "Get in position for the fourth form," he instructs. The girl lifts her blade firmly, doing as told. "Good, now move into the fifth form."

(Y/n) begins to adjust her stance. She shifts her feet and shoulders, ready to settle in the next position, but before she can get there... "Stop. Don't move." Muichiro stops her.

"But I'm not-" (y/n) begins to complain.

"I know," he interrupts. "That's not the point of this exercise. Even in the middle of battle, you have to listen to your body. To be aware of it." Muichiro steps closer. The girl twitches as he gently places his hands on her shoulders. He then taps at different areas of her body: back, abdomen, and legs. "Focus on these muscle groups. They're the largest in the body. Can you feel how tense they are? It's important to loosen these muscles as you transition between forms. Your attacks will be more fluid, and your stamina will last longer. Make sense?"

"Yeah," (y/n) says. She lowers her blade, now facing the boy. "I'll do my best to work on it."

"I'm sure this habit might be difficult to break, but now that you're aware, it's only a matter of time before your body adjusts to this technique. I know I didn't tell you before, but you've already improved a lot. It won't be long until you complete your training with me." Muchiro announces with a grin.

"Huh? Really?" she says, surprised.

"Yes! You're a really hard worker. I have no doubt you'll grow even more in the coming months."

"Thank you. That's really... that's really great to hear." (Y/n) smiles half-heartedly.

She's happy to have Muichiro's approval. It's all she's wanted since her training started. Being acknowledged by a Hashira is one of the highest honors a Demon Slayer could hope for. Muichiro said it himself. In just a few months, her training would be complete, and she would be tasked with missions fitting of her new status. In just a few months, she would leave this place. (Y/n) should be happy. She is happy, but a silent emotion in the corner of her heart says otherwise.

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(Y/n) and Muichiro sit on the dojo's engawa. The sun hangs high, shining down on the pair as they engage in some paper folding. Muichiro, still unable to train, settles back into the habit of creating his beloved paper airplanes. When the always curious Kinoe eventually came by, Muichiro invited her to join him. He now speaks slowly, showing (y/n) exactly how to make one.

Time sneaks away as the duo immerses in the delicate craft. A pile of paper planes soon stacks up beside them. (Y/n) reaches behind her to grab another sheet. Where her fingers expected to meet firm construction paper, she instead feels the warmth of the wooden floorboards.

"Hm? We're out of paper?" She questions, examining where the previous stack once sat.

Muichiro slowly folds the page in his hands with unmet precision. Without lifting his gaze, he answers. "There should be another stack in my room. Can you grab it?"

"Sure, I'll be right back." The boy bobs his head in response as the girl rises to her feet.

*CAW!* "Idiot!"

*Caw caw!* "Bird brain!"

(Y/n) sighs as she watches Gingko and Ryukyu argue. The two crows sit on opposite branches of a tree in the backyard. The Demon Slayer can only imagine what could have started this outburst. The two seemed to fight over every little thing. She'd hoped they would eventually get along as they see each other every day, and yet every interaction only seems to stoke the flames of their rivalry. Who knew such small creatures could hold so much... passion? Anger? Energy?

'Those two seem to be getting along as usual. I swear they're oil and water personified... or bird-ified?'

(Y/n) walks off, leaving the feathered balls of anger alone. If she didn't know any better, she'd think they actually liked being at each other's throats.

Now back inside, she goes up the stairs. The aged wood creaks gently under her feet. Muichiro's room was only a few doors down from her own. She turns right from the top of the stair case, taking in the minimal decor. Two ink landscape paintings hang from the walls adjacent to eachother. Underneath one is a small stand carrying a bonsai tree.

(Y/n) never bothered to linger down this way. Because Muichiro's room was nearby, the area always felt like it was off limits. Before, she'd never even entertain the idea of entering the Hashira's room, and now the boy had sent her there himself. It still boggles her mind just how much he'd changed. Everything felt different now. Like they'd come a long way despite their short time together.

With her hand on the wooden frame, (y/n) carefully slides the bedroom door open. What greets her is practically a copy paste of her own room. Tatami flooring, a wide window, a folded futon, a short table, a normal dresser, and an empty shelf- no wait. The shelf in (y/n)'s room was bare, riddled only with a few old literature books, but Muichiro's wasn't. The girl staggers over to the shelf in the corner of the room. Her eyes widen in awe at the seemingly endless rows of origami. Her origami. All right here. Every crafted piece of paper she had ever left for Muichiro was delicately displayed.

"He... kept them?" The girl plucks the white swan sat in the center of the top shelf, the very first piece she'd gifted him.

(Y/n) takes notice of the raggedy folds and grows embarrassed. The girl likes to think that her origami skills have improved since she first made this piece. And she's right, the other origami on display look vastly different from the one in her hands. A smile tugs on her lips when a soft creek of the wooden steps snaps her back to reality. The paper swan slips through her fingers, landing softly on the floor.

"(Y/n)?" Muichiro calls, his footsteps quickly approaching.

(Y/n) scrambles. The fallen origami is swept up and put back where she found it. Her eyes then viciously scan the room until they spot the stack of colored paper she was sent to retrieve. As soon as her hands lift the sheets, Muichiro appears. He lingers just outside the door frame, head peeking in as if it isn't his own room.

"Did you find them? You were taking a while so I got worried..." His voice trails off.

"Y-yeah! I got it," (y/n) says clutching the stack to her chest.

The young Hashira nods, his eyes dart around the room and expand after landing on the big shelf behind her. His ears tint pink as if he suddenly remembered something embarrassing. Muichiro turns away quickly, his bangs cover his eyes. "You... saw it," he states.

(Y/n) follows him out the room. "Yeah..."

The boy sighs quietly, an air of shyness stuck in his voice. "I forgot about it... I'm a little embarrassed."

"Don't be!" She quickly reassures. "I think its sweet that you kept them all, even the rough looking ones. Thank you," (y/n) finishes with a light laugh.

Muichiro manages to smile back, his cheeks still warm but alight with relief and gratitude. Even now, he still doesn't know why he choose to keep her small gifts. The old Muichiro never let himself dwell on the thought, but seeing (y/n)'s reaction and hearing her kind words made him glad he did.

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"Are you gonna spend the whole night back there?! You'll miss the festival at this rate!" Ryukyu caws from one side of an opaque partition.

(Y/n)'s blurry silhouette can be seen shifting around on the other side. Another set of huffs leave her accompanied with the sound of rustling fabric. "I just- I don't know if this is my color."

A beat passes. "(Y/n)-sama," the crow exhales. "White is everyone's color. You're overthinking things, I'm sure it looks great!"

"...Maybe I should try the pink one again?" (Y/n) paces in front of the mirror. Her reflection stares back at her, expression tight, brows furrowed with indecision.

"Once was enough, you said that shade of pink didn't 'look right.' The same way you said the red and orange one was too bold, the yellow one too bright, purple was too dark and that green made you look fat."

"Not ALL greens!" (Y/n) quickly corrects. "Just that one..."

"I personally think they all suited you perfectly. The color of the garment hardly matters when the person wearing it is already beautiful. You're more than fit for royalty in my eyes. Please, (y/n)-sama, I really do think you're overthinking this," the crow pleads.

"Ryukyu..." The girl's figure settles past the dressing screen. "Thank you, and you're right. I'm making a big deal out of nothing. It's just a festival, not my wedding!"

"I now dread that fated day, but I am relieved. Now let's see it! Don't be shy!" Ryukyu ruffles his feathers in eager anticipation.

(Y/n) steps out in a delicate white yukata. It's printed with the softest pattern of peony flowers. Their colors stretch along the fabric in white and baby blue giving it a soft and elegant design. Perhaps too elegant for a casual yukata. An almost shimmery turquoise sash is tied neatly around her waist. The garment drapes over (y/n)'s form comfortably. Loose yet fitted in all the right areas as if it were made just for her.

Ryukyu is at a loss for words. His beak falls open, beady eyes growing wide. "(Y/n)-sama... It looks perfect. I told you white was your color!"

The girl glances back at the mirror, taking in her appearance with fresh eyes. Ryukyu's praise makes her wonder why she ever doubted this choice. "Technically, you said white was everyone's color," she repeats with a smirk.

"Po-tay-to, pa-tah-to! That doesn't change the fact that you look marvelous! I'm sure you'll turn more than a few heads tonight, Muichiro-san's included!" The bird teases.

(Y/n) chokes before throwing a stray obi sash at the crow. Ryukyu squacks at the impact as her face grows warm.

After picking a small handbag and shoes, the two wait for Muichiro outside. While (y/n) had missed the first festival she heard about in town, she jumped at the opportunity to go after another was announced. This one would be a firework festival. And this time it didn't take any effort to convince Muichiro to join.

"Sorry for the wait!" The young Hashira says while jogging up to (y/n).

Like her, Muichiro is also wearing a yukata in favor of his normal corps attire. It's colored a soft blue and etched with dark patterns of dragonflies and grass blades. A navy blue sash rests loosely around his waist. The boy's long hair flows gently behind him and his crystal eyes shine with something akin to excitement. It pulls at (y/n)'s heart strings.

'This is bad. Like really, really, REALLY bad!'

The Kinoe chuckles to herself before gulping. "I'm in trouble..." she whispers.

"Huh?" Muichiro questions with a small head tilt.

"I said 'It's no trouble!' I just finished getting dressed myself! Haha..."

"Good, that yukata suits you."

"Thanks, guess I have Ryukyu to thank for that. He picked it."

Said crow proudly puffs out his chest at the credit. "You're welcome," he muses.

"Really? Your bird has a good eye then," Muichiro replies.

"Keh! AS IF!" Gingko shrieks as she flies over to the trio. Everyone sighs as she goes on. "There's no way that male crow has the fashion sense needed to put together a decent outfit! Just look at how flawless my Muichiro-san looks! He'd put the emperor of Japan to shame and he didn't even need my help!"

Muichiro sighs. "That's enough Gingko, I think they get it."

The dramatic crow deflates, toning down her theatrics before sending (y/n) and Ryukyu a harsh glare. She huffs angrily while muttering, "I was only telling the truth..."

The demon slayers look back after hearing a door slide open. The tenant approaches them with a smile. "Going out?"

"Yes, (y/n)'s taking me to a festival," the boy says.

"She's taking you?" The old woman questions confused.

"It was my idea, I'll be leading us there is all," the girl explains.

"I see, well, it's nice to see you two doing something befitting of your age. Young people should be out enjoying their youth as much as they can. That's goes double for you demon slayers. You lot truly do work too- oh, I'm rambling again, aren't I? Well, never mind me. You kids have fun tonight, those yukatas suit you!"

"Thank you," Tokito replies. "We shouldn't be back too late so please don't feel the need to wait up."

"I never do, dear. I'm too old for that!" The tenant laughs to herself.

With a gentle smile and a soft wave, the old woman sends the teens on their way. Ryukyu and Gingko reluctantly stay behind. It was decided earlier that it'd probably be best not to bring talking crows to a public festival.

(Y/n) and Muichiro move side by side as they walk to the village. They're quiet for the most part, allowing a comfortable silence to surround them. The evening air is fresh and still. It's accompanied with short brushes of wind, setting the stage for a perfect night out. The stillness of they're heavily foliaged path soon thins out and buzzes to life. Lights can be seen in the distance and the combined sounds of chatter and music crescendo as they get closer.

"We're almost there! What do you want to do first?" (Y/n) asks.

"I don't know," Muichiro says. "... I haven't-"

"Don't tell me you've never been to a festival!" She exclaims with a hand over her mouth.

"No! I have," he defends. "Once, with my family. ...Its just been a long time, so I don't remember it well."

"Oh..."

This was the first time Muichiro had mentioned his family. Like many others of the Demon Slayer Corps it was no secret that most of its members lost their families to demon attacks. (Y/n) could only assume the same for the Mist Hashira. Despite being curious she knew better than to pry. But now that Tokito's bringing it up, she knows she has to tread carefully.

"What do you remember?" She asks.

Muichiro's eyes slip shut for a second. "Mm, nothing specific. I just remember running around. Laughing as I dragged my brother around to eat anything we could get our hands on."

"Sounds fun," (y/n) comments fondly.

"It was."

"Well, I hope you're ready to have some more. Come on, the entrance is up ahead!"

Without thinking twice, (y/n) takes Muichiro by the hand and tugs him forward in a light jog. The two pass the village gates and are immediately taken in by the almost overwhelming number of people. The town's been covered top to bottom with bright decorations. Red and orange lanterns hang from just about everywhere, dousing the festival in a warm glow. A mix of taiko drums and other traditional instruments carry a firm melody through the air. It's the perfect backdrop for such a lively event. The once quaint town is nearly unrecognizable.

Both demon slayers take in the sight with wide eyes. Parents strolled behind their hyper kids, countless food stalls lined the roads, game booths challenged brave attendees, and merchants sold trinkets of all kinds. There was so much they could do and neither knew where to start. Soon though, the savory smell of fried batter and soy sauce reaches (y/n). She takes a deep breath with a hum and turns to Muichiro.

"Smell that?"

"I can smell a lot of things right now," the Hashira chuckes.

"Come on," she laughs in return.

(Y/n) tugs the boy along until they reach a takoyaki stand. Muichiro's eyes widen in equal excitement as they get in line. He orders a batch and hands the man a few coins before turning to (y/n). They both reach for the singular toothpick in the paper bowl, freezing when they realize the man only gave them one untensil. Just as (y/n) says she'll run to grab another, Muichiro stops her.

"It's okay," he says handing her the bowl. "Here, you should try it first."

"Are you sure?"

"Go ahead."

(Y/n) thanks him while puncturing the fried ball covered in sauce and mayo. She blows off the steam and eats one. She struggles to chew as the takoyaki's hot filling floods her taste buds. (Y/n) breathes through her mouth, attempting to cool the hot food on her tongue.

"How is it?" Asks Tokito.

(Y/n) swallows before responding. "It's really hot, but also really good!"

She then passes the bowl where Muichiro takes the same toothpick and stabs it into another ball. (Y/n) looks away, doing her best to appear unaffected. He puffs while eating the hot treat just as (y/n) did.

"It is good!" He smiles. "Here." Muichiro lifts a bite of takoyaki for (y/n).

The girl hesitates for a second, caught off guard by the gesture. "Oh, um..." But quickly allows the Hashira to feed her, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

The pair then hear someone giggle nearby. An elderly couple walks past slowly. A woman holding her husband's elbow watches them fondly. She tugs his arm to get his attention.

"Look, dear! Don't they remind you of us when we were younger?" The woman sighs while reminiscing.

"They sure do, honey," the man says.

"Oh, they make such a cute couple!"

The demon slayers pause at her gushing words. They glance at each other before looking away, a soft blush heating both their faces. From there, Muichiro and (y/n) walk around trying a multitude of other delicious treats. Dango, meat skewers, mochi and cotton candy to name a few.

(Y/n) finishes the last of her sugared cotton when she notices Muichiro missing from her side. She looks back to find the boy a few steps behind her. His eyes locked on a long shallow tank filled with small colorful fish. It was another game booth. Kids were gathered around, attempting to catch the swimming creatures with tiny nets. Some walked away with a new pet while others left empty handed.

"Wanna try?" (Y/n) offers.

Tokito turns to her. "Huh?"

"The game, wanna give it a shot?"

The young hashira mulls over the idea briefly. His round eyes scan the tank of fish before a determined look takes over. "Let's try it."

The pair begin to walk over when Muichiro suddenly asks, "So how do you win?"

The girl nearly trips on thin air at the question. A sweat drop forms as she looks at Tokito, but she only finds genuine curiosity on his face. "I'll explain at the booth. Lets get our nets first."

The two recieve their first paper nets and a small bowl filled with water. They then squat in front of the lively fish tank. As promised, (y/n) explains. "The goal of the game is to catch as many fish as you can with this," she points to their tiny nets. "Any fish you catch you get to take home. Simple, right?"

Muichiro nods, readying his capture weapon over the tank. "That's it?"

"That's it. But it's harder than it looks. It might take a while for you to get the hang-"

"Got one!"

"HUH?! Wait, what? How?!" (Y/n) shrieks.

Tokito holds up his bowl as proof. A sunset colored gold fish sits inside, swimming gently in the small space. (Y/n) stares at the fish in disbelief while the young hashira smiles proudly. (Y/n) panics as Muichiro goes to catch another.

"H-hold on! You've played this before, haven't you?!"

Muichiro shakes his head. "Nope, this is my first time." And with a simple flick of his wrist another fish joins the first.

"No way... even with beginner's luck this shouldn't be possible," (Y/n) grumbles. She then rolls up her sleeves, determined to catch more fish than Muichiro. 'I won't be out done by a newbie.'

The duo play for roughly 20 minutes. By the end of it Muichiro beams in delight at his six captured fish. An impressive amount for even the most common festival goer, let alone a first timer. (Y/n) on the other hand, barely managed to catch two. A hand covers her face in embarrassment at the blatant defeat. Is it possible that Muichiro is just good at everything? She was starting to think so.

The demon slayers recieve their fish in water filled bags tied tightly at the top. Tokito admires the swimming creatures as he and (y/n) leave the booth.

"I don't know why I bother. That game's a total scam," (y/n) sighs.

"I liked it. It was fun!" Muichiro replies.

His smile falls away when he hears a loud cry. He and (y/n) look back to find a young boy wailing at his parents. His little hands tug on the fabric of their yukatas as they try and fail to consol him.

"It's not fair!" He shouts. "Everyone caught one but me! I want a fish too!"

The mother and father look at one another in concern, each at their wits end. Muichiro watches them and silently walks over.

"Here," he says holding out his prized bag of fish.

"Huh?" The boy says wiping his teary eyes.

"You like these fish, right? Here, you can have them."

"Really?!" The kid exclaims. He takes the bag while his parents bow at Muichiro in thanks.

Tokito crouches in front of him. "I'm giving you these fish, but you have to promise me you'll take care of them."

"I will! I promise to take really good care of them!"

"Good."

And with that Muichiro stands, gives a final nod to the parents and goes back to (y/n). They both watch as the family walks away, their kid skipping with uncontained excitement.

(Y/n) sends the young Hashira a questioning look. "You were so happy to win those little guys. Why give them away?"

"Gingko is a very jealous crow. I can't risk taking on any pets with her around. I would've given them away before the night was over regardless."

"Makes sense. Guess I should find someone to take mine too. Knowing Gingko she'll probably eat them out of spite," the girl frowns.

Tokito chuckles as they find another child to gift the fish to. After another hour of playing different games, (y/n) and Muichiro rest on a wooden bench. It sits on a bridge overlooking the town's main water way. It's quieter here. The calm lull of water blankets the sounds of the festival. The pair watch couples stroll the scenic bridge hand in hand. The atmosphere suddenly feels more intimate.

"The fireworks should start any minute now." (Y/n) speaks after clearing her throat. "Everyone says they're the main event."

"I can't wait to see them," Muichiro lightly adds.

The air falls quiet again. The pair gaze at the water's rippling surface, orange and red lights mirrored in its every movement.

"Thanks... for coming with me today," (y/n) starts. "I doubt I would've had as much fun without you."

"Thank you for inviting me," Tokito smiles. "It was fun." Soon after the words leave his mouth, a streak of light trails up the sky. The white line blooms with a rainbow of colors in all directions.

"It's starting!" She announces.

More fireworks follow. Igniting, blooming and dissolving one after the other. The colors bleed through the night sky and glow on the faces of everyone watching. The demon slayers stare at the marvelous display. (Y/n) then leans back on her hands. She flinches when her left pinky grazes Muichiro's hand. He doesn't move, seemingly unbothered by the contact. Her pulse races, growing louder than the firecrackers, but she holds still.

Muichiro steals a glance at their touching pinkies before looking at the girl beside him. He notes how content she looks. How her lips are slightly parted in awe. How the wind gently carreses her hair. How the fireworks are reflected in her eyes. He takes a mental snapshot, wanting to remember every detail.

"(Y/n)," he calls softly.

"Hm?" She hums, her eyes on the light show.

"Do you want to stay?"

She turns to him now. "What?"

"Will you train with me... as my Tsuguko?"

Muichro holds (y/n)'s gaze as her eyes widen. He can almost read her thoughts. Can almost hear all the questions that sit at the tip of her tongue. But she doesn't ask them. Instead her expression softens and her lips curl up.

"I'd be honored to."

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The next day (y/n) rises from bed with butterflies in her stomach. Their time at the festival plays on loop in her head. She pulls on her normal demon slayer uniform for training and makes way for the stairs. But before she can get there, something stops her. A light blue folded paper rests on the floor outside her door. Assuming it's a note she picks it up, only to realize it's actually a carefully crafted piece of origami.

A heart.

A door slides open from down the hall and (Y/n)'s head snaps in that direction. A composed Muichiro steps out and falters as he sees (y/n)... holding a blue heart. Immediately his sleepy eyes focus and a blush takes over. Speechless, his eyes dart away.

"G-good morning," he attempts to greet casually.

(Y/n) feels the butterflies return. She sends him a shy smile before tucking the origami in her breast pocket, insistent on keeping his paper heart close to her own. Their eyes lock and she greets him back.

"Good morning 🩵"

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AN: The long awaited part 2 is finally complete! This turned out a bit longer than I thought it would, but I have so much love for Mui and didn't want to rush the interactions. This will be the last part to this one-shot but you can always send me a request if ur craving more Muichiro content. I know I'll definitely be writing more for him in the future. Thanks for reading! ♡

Buy me a coffee? (˶>⩊<˶)

Part 1 | Part 2

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Taisho Era Secrets!

◇ Muichiro would often catch fish with his bare hands whenever he went fishing with his dad. That's why he's so good at the gold fish scooping game!

◇ Sometimes Ryukyu will purposely antagonize Gingko when he's bored. Her anger makes for pretty good entertainment.

◇ Ubuyashiki boasted to his wife about how well Muichiro was doing once he got word that (y/n) became his Tsuguko. He's thankful that she helped Muichiro find himself.

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Rest Easy

MHA | Bf! Izuku X Sick! Gf! Reader

Summary: Your caring boyfriend takes some time off work to nurse you back to health. | CW: None (just know this is very self indulgent and specific to me because I feel like shit TᴖT) | 1k words

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♡ Bf! Izuku who despite his busy schedule, wouldn't hesitate to come and see you after finding out you've fallen ill. You assure him that it's just a common cold, and that there's no need for him to call off work, but he insists regardless (he can be stubborn when he wants to be).

♡ Bf! Izuku who's at your place early the next day and lets himself in. He finds you still asleep and takes this time to tidy your place. He knows how particular you are about your things, but luckily for you Izuku is very attentive and knows where everything goes.

♡ Bf! Izuku who moves about quietly, doing his best not to wake you. He disinfects any and all of your most commonly touched surfaces. Counters, phones, door knobs, light switches, keyboards, controllers and so on. Despite Izuku's efforts, you wake up in a coughing fit. The overwhelming scent of lysol stings your sensitive throat. Your boyfriend frets, patting your back and apologizing profusely.

♡ Bf! Izuku who does not let you leave the bed for any reason (besides using the bathroom of course) so he brings your breakfast to you. After much thought he decides that a simple breakfast would be best. Izuku researches which fruits are best in restoring immunity and meticulously dices and assembles them in a large bowl as a fruit salad.

"What is all this?" You say surprised at the huge bowl he presents to you.

"Breakfast! Specifically oranges, kiwi, blueberries, blackberries, watermelon, apples and mango!" He says proudly.

"...I can see that babe, I meant that this bowl is huge. I doubt I'll be able to finish it."

"Oh! Well it's okay if you can't, just eat as much as you can. If you want to get better faster you have to make every effort in helping your body fight the germs in your gut. And the easiest way to do that is by eating right. Now open up, aahhh," Izuku says holding the spoon to your mouth.

You pout a bit, his attention making you shy. "I'm not that sick, I can feed myself." You attempt to grab the utensil when Izuku pulls it away.

"Don't be like that," the boy softly scolds. "You always baby me, so now it's my turn. Come on, open up."

You relent and accept the spoonful of juicy fruit. "Aahhh."

♡ Bf! Izuku who cleans up and returns to your side. He ends up carrying you to the living room so you guys can watch TV together. He lets you pick and you put on your comfort show. You try to keep your distance, warning Izuku that sitting too close to you could cause him to get sick. In response he pulls you closer, holding you to his chest. He locks his legs around yours and throws a blanket over the both of you. You can't escape.

♡ Bf! Izuku, the dotting boy who checks on you constantly. Passing you a tissue every time he hears you sniffle, feeding you a gummy vitamin whenever his alarm goes off, peppering your head with kisses, and asking if you need anything every 30 minutes. You have to politely tell him to be quiet at one point because he literally would not stop asking 😭

♡ Bf! Izuku who watches you try to keep yourself awake as you doze off on his chest, and chooses this exact moment to tell you about a random health fact he came across while researching colds.

"Don't fight it bunny, it's okay to fall asleep," the boy says. "It's actually better if you do. Did you know that people who sleep less than six hours a night are four times more likely to catch a cold than people who get seven or more hours each night? Isn't that interesting? It's no wonder Kacchan never gets sick!"

You gaze up at him, eyes red and bleary. "No Izu, I didn't know that."

His face lights up as he shifts into his "yap" mode. "Apparently it's because the body mostly produces cytokines and T-cells, oh, those are important cells needed to fight viruses by the way, while we sleep. It's super important! I always knew sleep was important but learning that really put it into perspective for me, you know? Oh! I also learned-"

You let Izuku go on to empty his seemingly endless void of knowledge. You softly answer with the occasional "mhm," until you drift off once again. Your boyfriend only stops talking when he hears your deep sleeping breaths.

♡ Bf! Izuku who reheats the special soup he asked his mom to prepare for you. He goes on to tell you about all the healthy herbs and vegetables inside the meal as he spoon feeds you once again.

♡ Bf! Izuku who carries you back to bed and brings you a cup of tea immediately after. He blows on the steaming liquid for a bit before passing the mug to you.

"One chai tea for you. I boiled the water with ginger, just the way you like it," Izuku says proudly. His smile widens as you sigh in delight at the first sip. (This really is delicious yall, pls try it!)

"It's perfect! You're perfect, thank you for taking care of me." You express, grateful to have someone like Izuku in your life.

He grabs your hand. "Thank you for letting me. I'm glad I can help you, especially since you're not feeling your best."

♡ Bf! Izuku who lays in bed beside you. He watches your fluttery lashes fall shut as he whispers about the grand date he's planning to take you on as soon as you feel better. Izuku holds you close, muttering to himself about how much he loves you.

"I'll always take care of you no matter what. With me you can always rest easy."

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AN: I need an Izuku in my life stat! Someone pls tell me where I can get one! I'll give you all my money! 😭😭

For when I find one ༶╹ᴗ╹༶

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Welcome to PK Academy!

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K | Saiki Kusuo X Foreign! Reader

This is technically part two to this one-shot but it can be read as a stand alone. Summary: It's your first day at PK Academy and Saiki now has to introduce you to all of his wonderful friends. | CW: Fluff, fluff, and fluff. | 3.4k words

Saiki's thoughts | Reader's thoughts

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It was Monday morning and (y/n) hardly slept a wink. She was anxious about attending her first day of class in a new country. She wonders what the school culture is like.

'Are they welcoming? Will anyone even talk to me? It'd be nice if Kusuo and I have the same class together.'

The girl's thoughts are all over the place, but there was no time to waste. She couldn't be late on her first day! Just down the hall, Saiki is still in bed, his weary purple eyes stare up at the ceiling. Thanks to (y/n), he also wasn't able to sleep a wink. Her scattered thoughts kept him from resting soundly. Despite his slight irritation, he didn't blame her. He was also worried about today for his own reasons.

The pair of teens eventually make their way down stairs where breakfast is waiting for them. Kuniharu is already at the table. He quickly shovels food in his mouth while muttering about how he can't be late again. His wife, Kurumi, places another dish on the table before helping him with his tie.

"Good morning you two!" The woman greets. "Oh, (y/n)-chan! You look so cute in your uniform!"

"Thank you, Kurumi-san," the girl says shyly.

As soon as she and Kusuo sit down, Kuniharu springs up, rushing to the door. "Have a good day at school you guys, I've gotta run!"

"Why are you in such a rush?" Saiki asks.

"Kusuo you know how important your father's work is! The office needs me!" Kuniharu claims as he puts on his shoes.

'I guess he's right about that. No one else can lick boots like he does.'

Kurumi gives her husband a quick kiss goodbye before he dashes out the door. She then joins (y/n) and Kusuo for breakfast. "You kids look exhausted! Make sure to eat lots, okay? Today's a big day for you (y/n)! Are you excited?"

"Honestly, I'm more nervous than excited," (y/n) admits.

"That's just first day jitters! I'm sure you'll have a great time. It might not seem like it but my Ku-chan is pretty popular. He's got tons of friends at school! I'm sure he can introduce you!"

'Kusuo has friends?'

'They're not my friends.'

After breakfast, Saiki is eager to leave. If he left early enough he wouldn't have to worry about running into Nendo or Kaido. He didn't want them knowing (y/n) was living with him. Unfortunately, his mom made a big fuss about sending the girl off on her first day.

Kurumi drags the teens outside to take pictures. She aims her digital camera at (Y/n) and Kusuo as they stand side by side in front of the house. "Ok! Big smiles! 3, 2, 1, cheese!" The camera flashes non-stop as she takes one photo after another.

Saiki stares at the lens with his usual neutral expression. 'This is ridiculous. We're going to school not the military.' He looks over at (y/n) to see if she's feeling just as miserable. To his shock the girl is beaming. She smiles widely, chuckling and going along with his mother's every command.

'This feels a bit silly, but it's kinda fun!'

"Ok, get closer you too! Do something cute!" Kurumi shouts. She leans forward, camera glued to her face.

(Y/n) shuffles closer to Saiki from behind. She holds both her pointer fingers up to his head giving the boy demon horns. Her head tilts to the side giving the camera another big smile. Saiki's expression cracks. He's bewildered by her sudden closeness.

*flash*

The camera captures the moment. Kurumi reviews the photo and gushes immediately. "How adorable! I can never get Kusuo to show any emotion for our family photos, but he actually looks surprised here! Good job (y/n)!"

Saiki sighs at his mother's theatrics. The day had just started and he was already tired. "We have to get going now, mom," he says.

"Oh! Of course! Just one more! All together now!" The woman runs over to the pair and flips the camera around. She puts her arm around Kusuo while (y/n) holds up the peace sign. She snaps a few selfies and finally releases them. Once the kids are out of sight she enters the house and looks over each picture fondly. Kurumi tears up slightly. "How sweet, (y/n) makes me wish I had a daughter."

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Saiki keeps his head on a swivel as he guides (y/n) to school. He feels a little better now that he's left home. If he ran into someone from school now, he could just say he was helping (y/n) find her way.

'It'll be fine. Still, I should avoid running into anyone I know just to be on the safe si-'

"Buddy!" Comes a distant shout. (Y/n) stops to locate the voice while Kusuo is overwhelmed with a sense of dread. "Saiki! Wait up, buddy!"

(Y/n) can see someone running towards them from far away. She squints, trying to get a better look when Kusuo suddenly grabs her wrist and starts running.

"Huh?! Wait! What's going on?!" (Y/n) says, stumbling behind the pink-haired boy.

"Just run," he says, not bothering to explain.

"Do you know that guy?!"

"No."

The strange boy behind them shouts out again. He runs faster now, trying to catch up. "Saiki, buddy! Wait up!"

"He clearly knows you!" She says.

'Of course Nendo would show up now of all times!'

Saiki pulls (y/n) along but she struggles to keep up. The boy loses his grip on her when her foot catches on a patch of cracked pavement. Before Saiki can turn around to catch (y/n), she clashes into someone as they turn a corner. The girl sees a flash of blue as her body collides with another. The stranger breaks her fall as they both hit the ground.

"AAH!" A voice shouts in fear before turning to pain.

"Shun!" Someone else cries.

Kaido struggles to catch his breath as his back flares with pain. His eyes open slowly before widening in shock. A girl rests on top of him, their faces just a few inches apart. He immediately goes red. 'Who is she? An angel?'

The boy watches in a daze as (y/n) quickly scrambles off him. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" She says.

"...Huh?" Kaido replies slowly.

"Shun! You alright? That was one hell of a fall." Kuboyasu calls before giving him a hand.

"Oh, y-yeah I'm ok..."

Saiki sighs in defeat. 'So much for avoiding anyone I know. I guess it was inevitable.'

"Are you hurt?" He says while helping (y/n) up.

"No, I'm ok. This guy broke my fall." She says looking at Kaido. "I'm sorry about that, I really didn't mean to run into you."

The blue-haired teen crosses his arm suddenly. He boasts a strong stance. "Don't worry. A fall like that is nothing for a guy like me!"

"Hm? What are you doing here Saiki? You know this girl?" Kuboyasu asks.

That's when Nendo finally catches up. He's panting harshly from all the running. "Why... didn't you... wait for me... buddy? Oh. Who's this?" He says looking at (y/n).

The girl clutches her shoulder bag nervously. She glances between the three unwavering pairs of eyes on her. "Um, you know these guys, Kusuo?"

'KUSUO?!' They think simultaneously.

'Good grief. I figured something like this would happen.'

"How long have you had a girlfriend Saiki?" Nendo says, confident he'd figured out what was going on. "There's no need to hide her from us. We're all friends here!"

'G-girlfriend?!'

'Girlfriend?'

The tall boy walks forward. "Hey there, the name's Nendo Riki. Nice to meet you." The other two soon join in.

"I'm Kuboyasu Aren, a friend of Saiki's." The bespectacled boy says with a bow.

"My peers refer to me as Kaido Shun, but that is merely an alias! My true name is the Jet-Black Wings!" He says so dramatically background music is almost heard.

"...what?" (Y/n) says with a slight head tilt.

"Ignore him," Saiki says.

"Um ok, well I'm-"

"I already know who you are!" Kaido interrupts with a bandaged hand held up to his face. "Our collision earlier was no coincidence. You are a fallen angel sent by the Knights of Judgement to aid me in my quest to defeat Dark Reunion!"

"..." Everyone falls silent.

(Y/n) looks at Kaido confused for a moment. Her face then lights up. "Oh, I get it! This is some kind of role-play, right?"

'Close enough.'

Nendo and Kuboyasu stiffle their chuckles as Kaido goes red again.

"I have to admit I'm not used to seeing such shameless displays. Open role-play like this isn't common in my country. Japan really is different!" (Y/n) informs happily.

'No. This is weird for us too.'

"But I'm all for trying new things," she continues, now speaking to Kaido directly. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do as a fallen angel, but I'll do what I can to help you beat the Dark Reunions!"

Shun looks at (y/n) like she's quite literally heaven sent. "Saiki! Your girlfriend is the best!"

"She's not my girlfriend," the psychic finally says.

"She's not?" Kuboyasu goes. "But she called you by your first name and everything."

"This is (l/n) (y/n). She's a foreign exchange student who'll be going to our school. (L/n) isn't from Japan so she's unfamiliar with our customs. That's why you heard her use my first name earlier," the boy lies.

"Ooooh," his friends say, finally understanding.

(Y/n) gives Saiki a confused glance. It's true that she wasn't from here but after all the work she'd done to learn Japanese, (y/n) was very familiar with their customs. She only called Saiki by his first name because his family said it was okay.

'We haven't known each other long. Maybe he's just not comfortable with it.'

'It's true we just met, but that's not it.'

The group of five continue their journey to school as a unit. Saiki lets them lead the way as he and (y/n) hang back. He takes this opportunity to talk to her. "Try not to use my given name outside the house. People will get the wrong idea about us."

"Sure, sorry about that," (y/n) apologizes.

"It's fine, I should've said something ahead of time," he says. "Also, I'd rather people not know we live together."

Saiki's final sentence surprises her a bit. "Oh... ok." 'Is he embarrassed to be seen with me or something? I thought Saiki was starting to warm up to me. Was I being too hopeful?'

Saiki flinches at her thoughts. He feels bad for making (y/n) doubt herself. For making her doubt him, but he also knows people would lose their minds if they found out.

"It's not for any weird reason," Kusuo attemps to explain. "The kids at school tend to jump to conclusions is all. I don't want them spreading any weird rumors."

"It's fine, Saiki. You don't have to explain."

'Who cares about some dumb rumors? Is he that repulsed at the idea of people thinking we're... together? I'm not that bad! ...Am I? No! I'm not! He's the one making things weird for no reason.'

Saiki feels a significant dip in (y/n)'s mood. He knew she was already feeling anxious about her first day and he wasn't helping. The guilt sits heavy in his chest but he doesn't know how to fix it.

'I'm just making things worse. Maybe meeting the others will cheer her up.'

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When (y/n) gets to school she's put in the same class as Saiki. Although this outcome is what she originally hoped for, she wonders if it was really for the best. She didn't want to cause Kusuo anymore trouble. Despite how (y/n) was feeling, she honestly didn't have any time to dwell on it. As soon as the class was released for break she got ambushed. Nearly the entire class huddled around her desk, everyone shooting rapid fire comments and questions her way.

"I'm Hairo Kineshi! And on behalf of PK Academy I'd like to officially welcome you to our school! As class president it's my job to make sure everyone feels comfortable in the classroom, so don't hesitate to come to me if you have any issues!"

'That's nice of him. He's pretty intense though.'

'That's his tame version.'

"Woah! I'm totally felling your spiritual energy, new girl! Let me read your fortune, yeah?" Says Mikoto. "Hm, let's see... You can be shy at times, but you've got a cool personality. You're a big reader and appreciate people who have a good sense of humor! Your chances for romance are... 60% and it looks like your future man is... in this room? Woah, didn't see that coming."

'That's pretty spot on. I wonder how accurate her predictions normally are though.'

'100% unfortunately.'

"Hi! (L/n)-chan, right? I'm Teruhashi Kokomi! I know how scary first days can be so don't be afraid to ask me for help. And if you don't have anyone to sit with at lunch, you can always eat with me!"

'Good to know, she seems nice enough.'

"Pardon me for taking up your precious break time, but I wanted to introduce myself. I normally don't bother getting to know new students as most people seem to find me bothersome, but this is the first time I've gotten a chance to speak with a foreigner for myself andcouldn'tpossiblyletthisrareopportunitypassmeby.i'msureyouunderstandasicanimagineyoucametojapanforsimilar-" says a boy who never actually got around to introducing himself.

'I try not to judge others, but I can see why people don't talk to him.'

'He's okay to judge.'

"Hey there beautiful, I couldn't help but notice your unique guardian spirit. If you want I can tell you all about it. It's rare and exotic like you. I'm Toritsuka Reita by the way, here for all your spirit medium needs," he informs with a wink.

(Y/n) just stares at him. "My... what needs?"

He ignores her question and continues his monologue. "We may not be in the same classroom but I'm only a call away. If you're having a hard time getting around, I'd be more than happy to give you a tour. Don't be a stranger~"

'I think I'd rather get lost.'

'That makes two of us.'

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The school bell rings releasing everyone for the day. (Y/n) sits back in her seat with a stretch and a huff. She never imagined her first day would be so... eventful. She's grateful for the warm welcomes she received regardless.

"Hey, (l/n)-san," Kuboyasu calls. "Me, Shun and a few others are going out for ramen. Care to join us?"

"Oh, uh..." (Y/n) wants to accept, but she stops herself after glancing at Saiki. "I'm okay, you guys go ahead."

'I'm sure Saiki will be going with them. I don't want to get in the way.'

"You sure?"

"Yeah, thank you for inviting me though. I appreciate it."

"No problem..." Kuboyasu says lowly. He watches (y/n) quickly gather her belongings and leave the room. He goes back to his friend group who immediately look for her.

"Um, where's my angel?" Questions Kaido. "She's needs to be in good shape if we're going to fight the forces of darkness together!"

'Worry about your own shape first.'

"She just left. Said she was okay," Aren explains.

"What? Whhyyyyy?" Kaido whines.

"Maybe she had to take a dump," Nendo adds.

'That's definitely not it.'

The bunch end up leaving soon after. They trail not too far behind (y/n), walking in the same direction.

"Maybe she was just being polite, you should invite her again." Kaido says to Kuboyasu.

The other boy shakes his head. "Give it a rest man, she already said no. We can invite (l/n)-san again tomorrow."

The blue-haired boy pouts in disappointment before giving up.

"You really like (l/n), huh Kaido?" Says Nendo.

Said boy blushes slightly. "W-well of course I do. (L/n) is super nice and... and she doesn't judge me like the other kids."

'She definitely thinks you're a little weird. She's just kind enough not to show it.'

"I have to agree," Kuboyasu replies. "(L/n) seems like a nice girl. What do you think Nendo?"

"Huh? Oh well uh... she hasn't called me dumb yet, so that's nice!"

'Give her a few more days.'

Saiki listens quietly as his friends go on to praise the school's newest student. It's no surprise to him that they like her. Even the stoic Kusuo had a fondness for (y/n) that he wouldn't admit. He watches her lone figure walk ahead of them, pausing when his group turns for the ramen shop.

Nendo turns around, noticing Saiki's distance. "You coming, buddy?"

"There's something I have to take care of. You guys go without me." Saiki says ignoring the huffs of sadness heard at his sudden departure.

The trio watch as their friend runs to catch up with (y/n). "What was that about?!" Kaido wonders.

"Maybe those two are closer than they led on," Kuboyasu thinks aloud.

"You think so?!"

Nendo stands behind the nosey pair, more concerned about filling his belly. "We're still getting ramen, right?"

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(Y/n) turns around at the approaching footsteps she hears behind her. Her brows furrow subtlety at the sight of Saiki. "What are you doing here? I thought you were hanging out with your friends."

Saiki slows his pace once he's beside her. "It's still your first day. I'll walk you home so you can learn the way."

"I'll be fine, I have my GPS. You didn't have to leave your friends... for me."

"Those idiots go out for ramen everyday, I'm not missing anything," he explains. "Besides, these neighborhoods can be hard to navigate. If you got lost my mom would be upset with me. It may not seem like it, but she can be terrifying."

(Y/n) chuckles at the thought of an angry Kurumi. What would that even look like? "Sooo, what you're really saying is that you're only helping me to save yourself."

Saiki's eyes widen. 'No, that's not it! How does she keep managing to twist my words?'

"I'm not that selfish. Do you think I wouldn't feel bad if something happened to you?"

'W-what does he mean?'

(Y/n)'s face goes warm. "No, that's uh- that's not what I meant. I'm just surprised is all. You don't really seem like the deeply caring type... no offense."

'I guess that's my own fault.'

"None taken."

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At school the next day, (y/n) is surrounded once again. Everyone wants to know more about her. What her own country is like and how it's different from theirs. The people, food, customs, fashion trends and more. And then the question of where she lives comes up.

"Where are you staying, (l/n)-chan? Do you have relatives here?"

The girl is flustered. She tries to come up with something quick. "Oh! Um, well-"

"(L/n)'s living with me. My family is hosting her," Saiki casually answers from his desk. His eyes don't stray from the book in his hands as everyone looks at him.

"WHAT?!" The class shouts.

The smallest smirk creeps on his lips. Saiki hated attention more than anyone, but for the sake of his new friend, he would endure the spotlight... just for today though. ⸌̊(⎚⁔̶⎚)⸍ ̊

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AN: Ok! Here's the long awaited part 2! (Here's part 1!) I had started and finished watching Saiki K Reawakened before writing this (to help with keeping everyone in character) and it made me realize how much I love Kaido! He's literally so silly and I love his voice! The Japanese VA really does him justice.

I honestly wish we got more episodes but all things must eventually come to an end, I guess. I want to write some hc's for Kaido but I can't say when as I have a bunch of other pieces that need attention. Just know the idea is on the back burner!

As always, thank you for reading! ♡

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The Moth & the Flame

KNY | Akaza X (f) Reader

Summary: When two unlikely beings accidentally cross paths, one becomes obsessed with seeing the other again. | CW: Violence (It's fluffy tho) | 2.6k words

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(Y/n) remembers it well. It was the day she encountered something new, something... otherworldly. It was early June, the beginning of summer. The night air was warm but unsweltering. The cicadas sang loudly and the fire flies danced high in the trees. It was a normal summer night, or at least, it was supposed to be.

(Y/n) lived in a village bigger than most, it was a town really, but it had all the charms of a small village. Kind residents, quality food, and a quiet atmosphere. It was called the Village of Flames, and unlike most towns, this one was known for something: fireworks. The people there loved fireworks, as it was a craft their ancestors had indulged in and innovated for generations. They loved firecrackers so much that they dedicated one day each month to witness a grand display of the craft in the form of a fireworks festival.

That warm summer night was one of many, but unlike any. (Y/n) trekked the neighboring mountain to reach a secluded vantage point. She liked to watch the fireworks there as it provided a breathtaking view of her village and the light show. She made it about halfway up when the first "boom" was heard in the sky. Seconds later, light trickled through the tree tops. (Y/n) moved higher up the trail, she walked quickly, not wanting to miss anymore of the show.

The tree line eventually parted, leaving the moonless sky to fill the space above. Her faint breaths were covered by the continuous sound of igniting chemicals. The distinct aroma of gunpowder hung in the air, mixing with nature's earthy scent. The entire Flame Village could be seen as bursts of color filled the horizon. (Y/n) moved closer when streaks of light revealed a silhouette sitting near the edge. She froze, surprised yet impressed that someone else managed to find this place.

"Guess you came for the fireworks too," she spoke.

The silhouette moved with speed that was frighteningly unnatural. It stood fully, revealing the outline of a young man. It seemed startled.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you. I always-"

*boom*

(Y/n)'s voice caught in her throat. Another bundle of fireworks chased away the mountain's shadows. Dark turned to light, giving her a clear view of the figure. It was just a few seconds, and yet her eyes immediately took in its features. Stripes. It had dark lines all over its body, with pale gray skin covering the expanse of its muscular human form. Its short pink hair moved along with its baggy clothes in the wind. Another burst of light unveiled the creature's honey colored eyes that glowed hauntingly.

(Y/n) was frozen in place, staring at it as it stared at her. "What... are you?" Her voice came out soft, practically a whisper. She took one miniscule step forward and the creature vanished. She ran over to where it once stood, frantically looking around. No trace of it in sight.

Her mind recalled the deathly pale color of its skin. It resembled the familiar tone she'd seen on corpses everyday. Whatever that thing was, whatever he was... definitely wasn't human. A melody of explosive bangs brought her attention to the sky. A dazzling array of pink, yellow, and blue sparked brightly before slowly fizzling away. (Y/n) stood there watching silently as new colors replaced them.

'It was watching the fireworks...'

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Akaza was perched on a high branch out of the woman's sight. He observed her as she looked for him. He mentally berated himself. How on earth had he managed to let a human of all things sneak up on him? He blamed the fireworks. He let himself get distracted.

Akaza didn't like to admit it, but something about the loudly obnoxious lights fascinated him. He couldn't explain why, even if he wanted to. It didn't make sense, and yet every once in a while, he'd come here to watch them. To just be as they burst in the sky.

When Akaza heard someone speak from behind him he was immediately on guard. He was prepared to kill. After all, he had grown fond on this vantage point, and if word got out that a demon was spotted here slayers would come to investigate. The area would be compromised. Still, when Akaza turned to find a young woman dressed in a white and blue floral yukata, he froze.

The demon watched as her (e/c) eyes widened at him. He expected her run, scream, flea for her life. Instead the woman stayed, gazing at him with an avid curiosity that put him on edge.

"Hakuji," he heard a voice speak. A vestige of someone overlayed the woman's form. She stepped closer, jolting Akaza into action. He ran off, taking cover in a tree.

'What was that? That voice... that name... it's familiar somehow. A memory?'

Akaza's fingers dug into the tree's bark in irritation. He glared down at the woman with a plethora of negative emotions. This lone, weak, human woman had somehow intimidated him, a being of great strength. It irked him to no end. She made him remember... something. Even if it was only for a fraction of a second, she made him vulnerable. She made Akaza second guess himself. He hated it.

Despite is own moral code Akaza knew he should kill her. It would be too easy. A flick of his wrist is all it would take. And yet despite his better judgment, despite his anger, there he remained, watching her.

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From that day forward the strange encounter rested at the forefront of (y/n)'s mind. She couldn't forget the golden eyes that pierced through her very being. The memory was frightening, but more so than fear, it was her curiosity that remained. She wanted to see him again, she had to.

(Y/n) consulted the elders of her town, asking them if they've ever known of creatures that looked human but were something else entirely. That's when the word demon came up. She'd heard of them as a child. Stories about creatures of the night that attacked and killed humans, but as far as she knew her village had never been plagued by demon attacks. Leaving many in the Village of Flames to doubt their existence.

(Y/n) now knew better. She searched for any books she could get her hands on that held information about the demons. Where they came from, their habits, behaviors, strengths, weaknesses, any and everything. She learned all she could and then she waited. A month had passed and it was yet again time for her town's firework festival.

(Y/n) arrived at the vantage point during daylight. She hid nearby and waited for the sun to set. Demons had very heightened senses, so it'd be hard for her to sneak up on the creature at nightfall, especially since she seemed to scare him away the first time. Since (Y/n) had stumbled upon him while he watched the fireworks, she theorized that he may return for the same reason. The young woman lay in wait from the first firecracker that was lit to the last, but the pink-haired demon never showed.

Disappointed but unwilling to give up, this routine persisted for several months. After the third month (y/n) began to leave traces of marechi blood around the mountain as bait. Since she worked as a mortician it wasn't difficult to collect rare blood from the bodies sent to her. She knew there were dangers in doing this, but as someone once said, there can be no reward without risk.

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It was a quiet night. Akaza found himself near the Village of Flames once again. Don't bother asking what brought him back because even he wasn't entirely sure. He stood at the base of the mountain, debating if he should go up. He would've left if his nose hadn't caught the scent of blood. It smelled rich, nutrient dense. Akaza followed it. Upon finding the trail he discovered the blood was old. Whoever left these was probably long gone.

"Tch," he snapped.

Akaza soon forgot his disappointment as a resounding scream reached his ears. He's shocked because he recognized the voice. Two more scents immediately hit him. That of fresh blood and rotten flesh. Another demon was here!

He reached the top before he could even think. There he saw the woman from before, clutching her arm as she ran. Close behind her was a demon he didn't recognize. A weak grunt. Akaza got between them. He sent a strong kick to the nameless demon, sending it flying. The woman fell forward in shock, a glass vial tumbling out of her clothes. She scrambled for it, but Akaza picked up the small tube before she could. There was a deep purple liquid inside, the potent smell of wisteria coming from it. Akaza grinned down at her before turning his attention to the demon who'd finally gotten up.

"What gives?! I got to that woman first! She's my prey!" He shouted. The demon's fangs were bared. His solid red eyes initially filled with anger, quickly turned to fear as soon as he read the kanji in Akaza's eyes. He staggered back. "Lord Akaza! I didn't know you had your sights set on this woman! P-please forgi-"

Akaza punched his fist, still clutching the purple vial, through the demon's head. Blood splattered as he removed his hand. The demon fell to his knees, gurgling in agony as the wisteria mixture took effect. (Y/n)'s panting figure stared as the creature turned to ash. In mere seconds, the demon that attacked her had all but vanished.

Akaza turned to (y/n), her breath faltered as his bright eyes lingered on her form. His expression was unreadable. He said nothing as he turned his back to her, intent on walking away. (Y/n) stood, determined to stop him.

"W-wait! Don't leave!" She shouted. The demon continued forward. "Akaza!"

He stopped suddenly.

(Y/n)'s surprised it worked. Her nerves were alight, but she spoke anyway. "Is... is that your name? The other demon, that's what it called you."

"You shouldn't involve yourself with my kind. Don't expect the next demon you run into to save you." Akaza said, yellow eyes glancing back at her.

"But you did... why?"

"..." He didn't answer.

"I've been waiting for you. I've wanted to speak with you for a long time now," (y/n) admitted slowly.

"The blood."

"Huh?"

"I didn't notice before, but the trail where I found that old blood had your scent all over it. You put it there on purpose." Akaza accused. (Y/n)'s silence told him he was right. "Leaving bait like that will only attract more idiots like the one you met tonight. Get rid of it."

The demon took a step forward. Anticipating his rapid departure, (y/n) rushed to get a final word out. "I'll be here for the next fireworks display. I'll come every month... until you're ready to talk."

Without another word, he left as silent as the night. (Y/n) crumbled to her knees, hand held tightly over her bleeding arm. Despite the pain she smiled softly. Her efforts had paid off. Her eyes watched the empty trail the demon disappeared from. (Y/n) wondered when she'd be able to see him again.

"Akaza," she whispered victoriously.

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The following month (y/n) appeared at the same place as promised. Dressed in a pink yukata, she sat on a fallen log and watched the fireworks. Akaza hadn't come, but that was no surprise to her. The sounds of the forest took over as the final array of artificial lights faded. Just before she left, (y/n) grabbed a stick and wrote something in the dirt. Even if the demon hadn't come tonight, her message for him would remain.

Unknown to her, Akaza had shown up. He sat in the same tree he'd clawed his fingers into so many months ago. He watched her from the moment she arrived, how the fireworks would reflect in her eyes, to the moment she departed, with a scribble of something left in the soil. Akaza jumped down, his legs guiding him to where she once stood.

My name is (y/n). The message read. The demon scoffed. Was this woman really so sure he'd come back that she was confident enough to leave a note? Doubtful. She- no (y/n) didn't seem like the type. Akaza surmised that this was nothing more than a "just in case." She wanted to leave him something to let him know that she'd kept her word.

"I forgot how interesting humans could be..."

The coming months passed the same way. (Y/n) would come to the vantage point, watch the fireworks, leave Akaza a message, and then make her leave. And each time Akaza would be there, hiding not too far away, making sure to read everything she wrote.

Did you watch the show?

How long have you liked fireworks?

Do all demons like fireworks?

The pink fireworks are my favorite.

Do you have a favorite?

Every note (y/n) left for Akaza went unanswered. There was never a clue left behind that the demon had so much as seen them, until one fateful night. The young woman arrived as she always had and found a small scribble of writing under her last question. It was one word. Three little letters.

red

(Y/n) never imagined a single word could make her smile so bright. She immediately wiped away her own writing and picked up a stick. I love red too! She wrote. Akaza watched, enchanted by the bright look on her face. He hated the way (y/n) made him feel. Getting involved with her couldn't possibly lead to anything good, but... simply watching her made him feel just a fraction more complete.

Akaza had spent countless nights staring at the fireworks for reasons he couldn't explain. It felt like the answer was hanging in the sky. Like it would one day come to him if he simply watched long enough. Like it would one day fill the strange void inside him. But whenever he saw (y/n), he didn't feel the need to.

The next time (y/n) climbed the mountain, she found Akaza sitting on her log. She was sure the demon heard her coming, but he didn't move. He stayed in place with his back to her. Legs apart, elbows rested on his knees in a relaxed position. (Y/n) kept quiet. She walked up behind him and sat on the opposite end. They both kept their eyes forward as if afraid that merely acknowledging the other would make them disappear.

The first flash of light ignited in the sky, and (y/n) took that moment to look at Akaza. Her heart practically leapt out of her chest as her gaze found his already on her. Sparks flew, catching in the reflection of each other's eyes. (Y/n) was sure she'd never seen a more beautiful sight. In that moment, Akaza peered into her gaze and thought exactly the same.

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AN: AAAHHH! This turned out so cute, and I could not be happier. Why is it lowkey hard for me to write Akaza? lol

Anyway, I did a little digging in the akaza x reader tag and didn't really find much. Mostly just smutty head canons and random scenarios of him and other kny characters. Not many posts with just him by himself, which I thought was strange. I really like Akaza as a character, so I was disappointed to find that there isn't much of real substance for him in the fanfic world (at least on tumblr. Idk about the other platforms), but here's my little contribution! I hope you guys like it!

P.S. I know demons poisoned with wisteria don't crumble away like they normally would when defeated, but I figured it'd be kinda awkward to have the demon's body just... lying there while Akaza and the reader spoke for the first time. Sooo yeah, pls excuse the tiny inaccuracy!

Thanks for reading! ♡

[zumoshi]

Mean in Pink

MHA | Midoriya Izuku X Mean! Girly! Reader

Summary: Despite your love for all things pretty and pink you've got a mean streak, only able to quell your fiery attitude for the green haired cutie in your class. | CW: Death threats and foul language | 1.7k words

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You were a walking contradiction. Pink and girly on the outside, cold and blunt on the inside. Your appearance made others believe you were approachable, when really you were the exact opposite. You were not a people person, and you had no qualms about telling them exactly that. It's not your fault they jumped to conclusions.

Funnily enough, you somehow ended up attending UA. A school where you'd train to be... a hero... to save... people. Strange you know, but honestly, you can't ever picture yourself working a regular nine to five and you hate the idea of being someone's trophy wife, so heroics it is! Plus you have a pretty badass quirk.

On the first day of school you wear your uniform any way but how you're supposed to. Your shirt is slightly baggy. Only half is tucked into your short skirt. The first two button are left undone and rather than the school's issued red tie, you loosely wear a pink one. Pink thigh high socks clad your legs and matching arm warmers drape over your skin. Your nails are done and your makeup is on point (it always is).

Heads turns as you walk up to the school. Your shoulder bag is studded with pins, charms and keychains that jingle every time you move. You pull out your phone ready to take a selfie. You know, something that would commemorate the beginning of your journey to heroism, when someone forms the audacity to tap your shoulder. Your head jerks as you turn around.

"Exuse me, can you tell me where the main hall is?" Says a nameless nobody.

"Do I look like a map?" You say sharply.

"Huh? W-well I-"

"That was a rhetorical question, but I'll answer it anyway. I'm not a map. So why don't use your eyes for what they were made for and look for one."

You breathe a sigh of annoyance and walk away, leaving the student stunned. Upon your arrival to class 1A similar occurrences takes place. Given your appearance, a few students come up to you to make small talk and hopefully earn your friendship.

● "What's your quirk?" Uraraka asks curiously after introducing herself.

"None of your business." You say smoothly, your eyes busy admiring your fresh manicure. "We're in the same class, so I'm sure you'll find out eventually. Patience is a virtue, yeah?"

"R-right..." she says before akwardly shuffling away.

● "Wow, you smell amazing. Girls really are the best!" Mineta says creepily. He gazes up at you from your seat.

You glare down at him. "Ew, what even are you? Do me a favor and stop breathing in my direction or better yet, just stop breathing all together."

"So cold!" He cries.

● "Cool outfit! I didn't know we could wear things like that!" Mina exclaims before Iida steps in.

He glances over your attire disapprovingly. "It doesn't matter how cool her clothes are. They go against the school dress code. You should change before the teacher shows up."

You silently look Iida up and down. He stiffens under your heavy gaze. "You're a lot cuter when you're quiet. You shouldn't let you're good looks go to waste."

A blush grows on Iida's face, he truly wasn't expecting to hear that. "Wha-what do my looks have to do with anything?!"

"God, do you extras ever shut up?! Who gives a shit!" Bakugo barks from the seat in front of you.

"I really don't want to hear that from the guy who looks like he's never used a brush in his life," you snap, giving him a once over. Your come back garners a few gasps and chuckles. "Instead of worrying about us, you should prioritize combing that mane you call a hair style, then maybe we can talk."

Anger floods Bakugo's body. The blonde was pissed before but now he's livid. His fists clench tightly. "The hell you just say to me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, is your lack of brain cells affecting your hearing?" You pull something out of your bag and toss it on his desk. "Ever seen one of those before? It's called a brush. I'm sure even you could afford one."

The entire class was watching now, listening in to see what would happen. "You're really asking for it, huh?" Bakugo growls. You could almost picture the foam bubbling around his mouth. "Think I'll go easy on you just cause you're a girl or something?" His hand darts out, reaching for your collar when it stops midair.

His arm falls, grasping at the fabric of his shirt. He can't move. He can't speak. Bakugo's entire body trembles, a searing pain he can't explain spreads from deep within him. Your now pink irises stare at him apathetically. A grin pulls at your lips as the blonde chokes on a pained grunt.

"I know its the first day of class and all but let me teach you an important lesson. Never pick a fight with someone you know nothing about. It could put you in a very... vulnerable position."

The pink in your eyes fade and Bakugo slumps over his desk. He's gasping for air, breaths fast and uneven. You take your brush back and ignore the frightened looks of your classmates. No one hears another word from Bakugo the rest of the day.

● You're scrolling on your phone when someone comes up to you. "Um, I'm sorry b-but I think you're in my seat." The voice speaks carefully, as if afraid to offend you.

An insult sits ready at the tip of your tongue. It dies as soon as your head lifts to meet two shimmering emerald gems disguised as eyes. The rest of 1A holds their breaths, waiting to hear you snap at their unassuming new classmate. Their eyes nearly fall out of their heads as you silently get up and move to the seat behind you.

"Right... my bad." You say avoiding eye contact.

The freckled boy with a smile that you're positive could save the world, looks at you directly as soon as he sits down. "Thanks, I appreciate that!"

You nod at him shyly. "S-sure."

'Did the mean girl just stutter?!' Everyone thinks in unison. From that point on everyone knew that in order to make you do anything, they'd have to go to Midoriya first.

● You refused to cooperate unless you're on a team with Izuku? Suddenly everyone's begging to be placed on the same team as the green-haired boy. They'd much rather work along side you over facing you as an opponent, especially when it comes to you protecting Izuku. Let's just say you could be pretty ruthless.

● Everyone plans a pool day and can't get you to come? They send Izuku to invite you and suddenly you're amongst them wearing the cutest bathing suit in your closet.

● You go MIA whenever it's your turn to help cook dinner in the dorms? Because you refuse to "slave over a hot stove" for any of the guys in your class? Well, what a coincidence! Midoriya is also on cooking duty! (Yaoyorozu was smart enough to schedule him the same days as you) Before anyone can even attempt to look for you, you're in the kitchen, ruffly pink apron on. And you're running it harder than chef Gordon Ramsey himself.

"We're making katsudon tonight!" You shout to your small team of victims for the evening. "I want that pork crispy and that rice fluffy! I will NOT except anything less than perfection. Am I understood?!"

"YES CHEF!" Sero, Kirishima and Mineta shout back, terrified for their lives. Izuku merely chuckles from behind you. He assumes you're just passionate about cooking, bless his soul such a sweet thing.

● You lounge on one of the couches in the common area. You're watching TV when Todoroki comes in patting his pockets.

"Can someone tell me what time it is? I misplaced my phone."

You chuckle to yourself, eyes still on the screen. "It's time for you to get a watch, buddy."

He looks at you confused. "I already have a watch, but I'm not wearing it today. I just need the time."

Then Izuku comes in at that exact moment. He's sweaty and a bit out of breath. He just came back from his evening run. "Hey Shoto-kun, (y/n)-san. Anyone know what time it is?"

"It's 8:30. 15 minutes longer than your run yesterday. You're really training hard, huh?" You lightly tease.

"Oh! Y-yeah, something like that," he grins while Todoroki gives you a deadpan stare.

You're affection for Izuku quickly become a running joke to the students of 1A. Despite the piece of work you are, they all find your soft spot for Midoriya endearing. Unbeknownst to the boy himself of course, even with Mineta constantly calling him "the chosen one." Regardless, they make sure to never take the teasing too far lest they face your wrath.

Besides Midoriya, you suppose there is one other person you aren't prone to dismiss. That person is none other than Mina. Why? Well... have you seen her?

Mina enters the classroom with a fashion magazine. She immediately runs up to you, revealing a page dedicated to y2k outfits all in your favorite color. "Have you seen the new pieces they're adding to this line?! They all look so cute!" She says, excitement buzzing through her body.

You casually look at the page as she takes a seat next to you. "Oh yeah, these are nice," you say in quiet admiration.

"Right?! We should totally go shopping after school!" She gushes. You nod your head in agreement while flipping to another page.

Kaminari and Mineta watch you two from across the room. They try to wrap their heads around your mysterious fondness for Mina, because aside from Izuku, she's the only person you give the time of day.

"This is... Is (l/n) racist? It has to be racism, right?!" Mineta thinks aloud.

Kaminari hums in contemplation. "Mina is pink... but I don't know man."

Iida then appears beside them. "It wouldn't be racism. Colorism perhaps?"

"Hmm," they hum together while observing the enigma that is you.

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AN: Something short and fun. The idea for this one came to me while I was writing Izuku with a confident reader. I could easily imagine a situation where she was also a mean bean and here we are lol. I enjoyed writing this one and I hope it got a chuckle out of you. Thanks for reading! ♡

[zumoshi]

MHA | Midoriya Izuku X (f) Reader

Summary: After receiving his very first love note, Izuku begins the search to find his secret admirer. | CW: None ♡ | 2.5k words

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Monday

You are the sun and I the moon.

Each day your radiance makes me swoon.

Do you think of me the way I think of you?

Come Valentine I'll find out soon.

Xoxo,

your secret admirer ♡

Izuku reads and re-reads the note clutched in his shaky hands. Was this right? Someone must've made a mistake. In all his 15 years no one had ever written him a love letter. Maybe the pale pink paper he found tucked away in his desk was put there by accident. He folds the note closed, reading the name on top. To: Midoriya I. it says. Nope, there was no denying it. This letter was for him! But... who could've-

"Good morning, Deku!" Uraraka greets happily. Izuku jumps, attempting to hide the note, but it's too late. Ochako immediately takes notice of it. "Hm? What's that?"

"Oh! Uraraka-san! I-it's nothing!" He rambles nervously.

"It looks like a love note!" She cheerfully beams, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What's this about a love note?" Iida says walking up.

"Wait what? Midoriya, you got a love letter?" Kaminari joins in with Mineta nearby.

"He did?! Like from an actual girl? Let us see it!" The grape shouts.

To Izuku's horror a group forms around his desk. His classmates ask rapid fire questions, most of which he can't answer.

"Alright guys, not all at once," Iida says, acting as the voice of reason. "Midoriya, notes like these are personal, you don't have to share it with us if you don't want to."

Izuku, despite being embarrassed over the situation, looks at his class rep with gratitude. He takes a deep breath, blush prominent on his cheeks. "W-well this is the first time I've gotten a note like this. I'd like to figure out who it's from... so I can thank them," he shyly admits.

"You don't know who wrote it?" Uraraka asks.

The freckled boy shakes his head. "It was left inside my desk, but there's no signature. It just says "secret admirer." Izuku says handing the note to Iida. His other classmates immediately rush behind him to read it.

With a hand on his chin Iida's eyes quickly drift over the note before returning it. "It seems like who ever wrote this plans to reveal themselves on Valentine's Day. A confession perhaps? It's only a few days away so I wouldn't worry too much."

"C-c-confession?!" Izuku squeaks, face going beet red again.

"This is so unfair!" Mineta cries. "Why is Midoriya the only one with a secret admirer?! What about me?! Why don't I have one?!"

"It's probably because you're a perverted gremlin," Sero laughs.

"If it makes you feel better you can have one of mine, Mineta," Todoroki says quietly. Everyone stares as he walks to his desk and returns with a thick handful of cutely decorated love letters. "Here."

"As if that would make me feel better!" The pervert wails.

Everyone gasps at their stoic classmate.

"Where the heck did you get all those?!" Exclaims Mina, asking the question on everyone's mind.

"Hm? I get these all the time. I thought it was normal for everyone," Todoroki answers.

Everyone sighs with a sweatdrop. "I don't think getting that much of anything is normal. Seems manly though! You're totally a ladies man!" Kirishima cheers.

The bell rings, signaling the start of class. The group disperses just as (y/n) enters the room. She takes a seat next to Izuku after greeting him. "What was that all about?" She questions.

"I'll explain later," he sighs.

Tuesday

The next day Izuku arrives at school extra early. He stalks the hallway leading to his class, hoping to see if he'll receive another note. He waits and waits as more students begin to trickle in, but no luck. No one out of the ordinary comes by. At first he thought it could be someone from outside the hero course, but now he wonders. Is his secret admirer amongst one of the A and B classes? There was no way to know for sure.

This time he finds a letter in his desk after lunch. He immediately opens it.

Your hair, soft and wild like a green ocean.

So enchanting, is this a potion?

Your emerald eyes always gleam.

They make my day like you wouldn't believe.

Your spotted freckles, like starts in the sky.

They suit you perfectly, I can't lie.

To me you're perfect in every way.

Promise you'll never doubt yourself, okay?

Xoxo,

your secret admirer ♡

Wednesday

This time Izuku asked Aizawa sensei if anyone came by the classroom during lunch time. The man told him that he was the only person in class, and that he hadn't seen a soul.

"Why do you ask?" Aizawa questions.

"N-no reason!" Izuku says.

His teacher lifts a suspicious brow before turning to the black board. He continues writing the class's next lesson plan.

"Any luck?" (Y/n) says as her friend returns to his desk.

"No," he sighs.

"Don't look so down. I'm you'll figure it out soon. A secret admirer can't stay secret forever, right?"

"Yeah... I know. It's just... they write such nice things about me. I can't help but wonder if they actually mean it," Izuku laments.

(Y/n) stares at him for a minute, eyes soft. "I don't think anyone would put in all this effort if they didn't."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

Izuku finds his third note after 1A comes back from their hero training period at the end of the day. The pink slip sits in the same place inside his desk, waiting to be opened. He opens it.

Of all the heroes that come and go, you're my favorite don't you know?

You're brave, strong, always selfless.

I hope my notes don't make you restless.

Just your existence is more than enough.

Would saying "I love you" be too much?

Of all the people in the world, I hope you'll let me be your girl.

Xoxo,

your secret admirer ♡

Thursday

Today Izuku comes to school like normal. When he gets to class he's surprised to find his fourth note unhidden. It sits atop his desk, out in the open for all to see. It makes him nervous for some reason. He takes a seat and opens it.

There's so much more I wish I could say, but Valentine's is just a day away.

Go to the art room tomorrow afternoon.

Another note will be waiting for you.

Rest your nerves, do not fear.

When Valentine comes all will be clear.

Your soul is bright, truly pure of heart.

I hope my confession doesn't tear us apart.

Xoxo,

your secret admirer ♡

Izuku studies the letter over and over. "Tear us apart?" He mumbles. Does that mean he knows this person? The realization makes him look up. His eyes move across the classroom, observing everyone. He wishes he could make a guess, but the mere thought of one of his own classmates liking him so much makes him feel faint.

Izuku decides he'll just have to wait and see. No matter who it is he'll have to let her down as gently as possible. His gaze falls on the girl seated next to him, his heart stuttering. He already had a crush of his own, after all.

Valentine's Day (Friday)

When Izuku arrived, he was surprised to see just how excited everyone was for the holiday. His class was always rowdy but today they had taken it up a notch. Sato surprised  everyone with homemade cookies, Mina somehow convinced Aizawa to let her decorate the classroom and Uraraka and the other girls passed out chocolate and friendship cards. Izuku was glad to see everyone so happy and naturally joined them in the festivities.

When (y/n) arrived he shyly presented her with a gift. "H-happy Valentine's Day, (y/n)! I uh, I got this for you!" His eyes squeeze shut, face red, as he holds the gift in his out stretched hands. In them is a small plushie keychain. It's a green teddy bear and stiched in its little arms is a bouquet of flowers. "I'm not really that great when it comes to giving gifts so I wasn't sure what to get you, b-but then I remember you saying you like animals so... yeah."

"Aww~ Izuku that is too cute! It looks just like you!" (Y/n) gushes, cradling the gift in her hands. "I love it! I'm putting on my bag right now." She does just that as Izuku rubs the back of his neck, cheeks still aflame.

"I'm really glad you like it," he says.

"I got you something too!"

"Wait, really?"

"Yep!" (Y/n) digs around in her backpack before pulling out a wad of decorative tissue paper. "Here, open it," she says excitedly.

The boy does as told, carefully unfolding the layers. In the middle of it all is coincidentally another keychain. It's a small All Might action figure. It features the hero in his iconic costume except the colors have been changed to red, pink and white to match the holiday. Izuku gasps, eyes turning into stars. "Is this?!"

"The special edition Valentine's Day All Might action figure keychain? Yes. Yes it is," (y/n) boasts. "I had to wake up at the cracked of dawn to buy one online. Can you you believe these little guys sold out in 30 minutes?!"

"Oh wow, I... I don't know what to say! Thank you so much!" Izuku says, clutching the figure to his chest. "The fact that you went through so much trouble to get this for me... I promise I'll take good care of it!"

"I know you will," (Y/n) laughs.

From there the day goes on as normal. Lessons are taught, assignments are completed and homework is distributed. Overall, today was a good day. But now the day was over. Students packed their bags and made way for the exit. Izuku stands outside the school's art room with a pit in his stomach that only seems to be growing wider and wider. He was nervous.

"It'll be fine. Just... be honest."

He enters the empty room, closing the door behind him. Art supplies of all kinds lay atop the tables in an organized manner. Art works, big small decorate the walls. A few easels are found around the room, most hold unfinished paintings.

One stands in the center. Seeing as it's the only thing out of place, it's clear it was put there with intention. Clipped to the wooden stand is a lone pink envelope. Izuku moves to it. He carefully removes the letter and reads it.

The day has come, it's finally here.

Your secret admirer is very near.

I've thought of this day, of this very moment.

It's plagued my dreams like words unspoken.

I won't shy away.

I won't run or hide.

It's time you know what I truly feel inside.

I wondered over and over if I'd be ready.

My body is shaking but my heart is steady.

I hope you don't mind if I'm a little corny.

I'll quote your favorite hero to end this journey.

Your secret admirer is very near.

Turn around, look up, I am here.

Izuku hears the door slide open. He turns around coming face to face with (y/n). His first reaction is confusion. His crush stands in front of him with a nervous smile on her face. Her arms are held behind her, she's hiding something.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?"

The girl immediately sighs. "Come on, Izuku. I took the time to write you a note and everything. Please don't make me spell it out for you."

"Note?" Midoriya looks down at the paper in his hands. A just like that, everything clicks. "Wait! S-so you... You're the one whose been writing these?!"

"Surprise!" She says with dry enthusiasm. "Hope you're not too disappointed."

"Disapp-? No! I mean, this whole time... it's really been you? All those letters, everything you wrote... How long have you, you know..."

"I don't remember the exact moment. It was just a little after we'd met at the start of the school year. One day you just popped in head and never left." (Y/n) reveals the hidden item from behind her. A homemade chocolate bar dressed in green wrapping. Midoriya's eyes widen. She moves closer to him, putting the bar in his hand. "I know this is a lot, but no matter what your answer is, I'd really like it if we could still be friends. I don't- please don't let this to ruin our friendship." (Y/n)'s voice begins to tremble, her eyes lining with tears.

Midoriya can't speak. His mind is scrambled, tongue heavy, unwilling to cooperate. The person he's always admired, the person who's always supported him, his crush is confessing to him. His crush is standing in front of him crying in fear. Not for rejection but for their friendship.

'Do something Izuku! Say something, anything! Move!'

Midoriya's scarred hand reaches for (y/n)'s. He pulls their clasped hands up, holding it between them. He looks straight into her deep (e/c) eyes and takes a breath.

"W-wil you be my valentine, (y/n)?"

"Huh?" She says.

"I... I want you to be my valentine," he repeats. He speaks slowly, nervously. If (y/n) could be brave enough to tell him how she feels, then he could do the same. "But not just for today. I want you to be my valentine tomorrow too, and the next day, and the day after that. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to tell you first. I was too scared. But I feel the same."

There. He said it! It was all out now. (Y/n) wipes her eyes with her free hand before smiling at him. "I'm glad and yes, I'll be your valentine. Will you be mine?"

"Y-yes! Of course!" Izuku stutters, his jitters coming back all at once.

The two stand there with stupidly wide grins on their faces. Everything worked out for the better. Izuku and (y/n) leave the school together. They walk to the dorms, sharing pieces of the chocolate she made. Their respective keychains clink and dangle on their bags. They'll serve as a reminder to the countless hugs and kisses that would come. To the future X's and O's that started from a love note.

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AN: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! No matter what, whether you have a valentine or not, whether you have plans for v-day or not, make sure you love yourself first! Personally, I will be alone this Valentine's Day but that's nothing new. It won't stop me from treating myself to the chocolate strawberries that'll go on sale the day after! No matter what you decide to do (or don't do) pls be safe and have fun.

Thanks for reading! ♡

Buy me a strawberry? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[zumoshi]

In Your Silence (pt.1)

KNY | Himejima Gyomei X Reader | Part 1 of 2

Summary: With death always looming in the Demon Slayer Corps, you and Gyomei quell your affections for one another, settling for the simple pleasures that come with being in each other's presence. | CW: Fluff | 2.1k words

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You've admired the Stone Hashira ever since he rescued you from a demon attack. His large, muscular form that would so often intimidate others felt heaven sent to you. One moment you were backed into a corner, bloody, crying, and praying the demon would grant you a swift death. And the next, he was there. A true pillar of strength in all its glory. He lets you cling to him, and he gently pats your back as you spew an unintelligible mix of thank you's and prayers.

"Rest easy now, the heavens have blessed us with fortune tonight," he said.

Your admiration soon turned to motivation. You wanted to save others the same way Himejima saved you. Despite your efforts you weren't cut out to be a demon slayer, so you settled for working as a Kakushi. As a Kakushi you did just about every task under the sun. Evacuation assistance, clean up, survivor extractions, demon slayer rescue/recovery, first aid and so on.

It was hard work but you were happy knowing your actions made a difference. It gave you a sense of fulfillment, purpose. But after some years the trauma caught up with you. The close calls that ended in failure. The young demon slayers that died in your arms. It piled onto your conscience, plaguing you through night terrors. So much so that you requested an audience with Ubuyashiki and begged to be taken off the field.

He understood and asked if you wished to leave the demon slayer corp. You declined, expressing that you wanted to stay and help in anyway you could. That you'd be happy with any task as long you didn't have to witness anymore horrors first hand.

"I think I have just the job for you." Ubuyashiki says with a tranquil smile.

That's how you ended up tucked away in the mountains, acting as a caretaker to the one and only Stone Hashira. His residence resembled a modest temple, coexsisting among the mountain's thick vegetation. A river flowed nearby. The sound of moving water meshed with bristling leaves and singing birds. It was truly peaceful.

Upon arrival, Gyomei's hulking figure greets you. You both exchange pleasantries and enter the residence. He shows you around and explains what tasks you'd be responsible for. It takes some time, but you soon adjust to your new quiet life with Gyomei.

○ Every day starts the same. Himejima would rise from your shared sleeping quarters at 5 in the morning (he's always careful not to wake you). He'd then sit on the front porch and meditate for several hours. You would rise at 7 and silently join him for an hour. (He always encouraged your participation in his temple rituals)

○ At 8 you cooked breakfast and the two of you would eat together. Despite Gyomei's massive size, he always insisted you make his plate with portions equal to or even smaller then yours. Always preaching about "the importance of mindfulness." You'd approach him with a laddle whenever you cooked telling him to taste this and that as a sneaky way to make him eat more. The man, already well attuned to your intentions, would play along unbeknownst to you.

○ At 9 you're doing your daily cleaning and maintenance. Dusting, sweeping, mopping, laundry, vegetable picking and so on. Gyomei would always try to join as he was used to doing most of the up keep before you arrived, but you always shued him away, saying you were happy to do it. Whenever he'd start crying about how hard working you are, you'd give in and send him to chop wood.

○ Your chores are usually completed by noon. You'd often spend your free time in the backyard with a cup of tea. Gyomei would sit a little ways beside you, playing his bamboo flute. You'd close your eyes and take in the deep mellow tones of the old instrument. Listening to him play always brought you a sense of clarity.

You enjoyed moments like these the most. They made you wonder... if you'd never been attacked by that demon, if you'd never met Himejima, what would you be doing right now? What would your life look like? You glanced at the Stone Hashira over the rim of your cup. His fingers moved deftly as he played, eyes closed in calm concentration. You smiled. You didn't want to know.

○ The sun shines down gently and the mountain air is warm yet crisp. You grab a soiled pot from the few spares around your personal flower garden and sit next to Gyomei on the deck. His head shifts down as you shake a bag of mystery seeds near his face.

"Want to guess what these are?" You say.

Gyomei can hear the smile on your face. "A new flower I assume?"

You pull the bag back in shock, glancing between it and him. "How did you? Are you sure you're blind?"

His chest rumbles with laughter as he shakes his head. "It's quite obvious. You always get happy when you plant a new flower. What kind is it this time?" He questions.

"During your last mission a vendor gave them to me when I was in town. He said it was called the shobu flower."

"I see."

"You've heard of it before?"

"Yes, I've never grown any myself, but I hear they're beautiful."

"The vendor told me this flower grows long pointed leaves that resemble swords. He also said the shobu represents courage and protection," you say as you begin to burry a few seeds in the pot. "It um... it reminded me of you, so I wanted to plant them as soon as I could."

Your words grab his attention even more. "Of me?" He says, eyebrows pulling together.

"Of course! Whenever you're called for a mission you rush into battle without hesitation. And you always do everything you can to protect those around you, no matter who they are. Courageous and protective. The shobu suits you perfectly, don't you think?"

Gyomei's white eyes widen before closing amidst another chuckle. He breathes through his nose as a smile graces his lips. "I'm afraid you speak too fondly of me. As a Hashira I willingly risk my life in the hope that humanity will one day be free from demons. So that future generations are not forced to endure the same pain we have. What I do is no different from anyone else in the corps. You would know, you were a Kakushi once after all. It takes the same amount of courage and protection."

"Still... you never gave up regardless of the obstacles that stood in your way, unlike me..." your voice grows smaller the longer you talk. A moment of silence rests between you.

Gyomei chooses his next words carefully. His deep voice turning soft and warm. "(Y/n)-san, do you know what flower you remind me of?" You gaze at him silently, waiting for him to continue. "You remind me of the sakura. I'm sure you know that it's a small and delicate flower. But despite its appearance, it represents strength. Specifically the strength to embrace the impermanence of life and to stand firm in challenging weather," he states.

"But I'm not-" you start.

"You are. The sakura only blossoms once a year, but no matter how harsh the previous winter or the intensity of the coming summer, the sakura always appears when it's time. Like it, you have endured many hardships, and you've found a way to adapt to each one. No matter what life has thrown at you, you've always found a way to bloom. That requires strength and you do possess it."

"Gyomei-san..." You voice trembles as tears well in your eyes. They spill over, falling into the flower pot.

He reaches out and pats your head. "The sakura suits you well, does it not?" He parrots with a smile.

You take Gyomei's hand, cradling it to your face. Feeling the wetness of your tears, he wipes them away for you. You feel yourself growing shy as you look at him, the moment quiet and intimate. Noticing the shift in the air, he pulls his hand away and clears his throat. A faint blush creeps up his neck.

"I suppose it does," you say. You grab a canister and pour water in the pot. You then place the pot on the edge of the deck, right in the sun. "You know, I had no idea you had such a way with words, Gyomei-san. You should consider your hand at poetry. I'm sure you'd write some beautiful pieces."

He looks surprised at the suggestion. "No one's ever told me that before. I suppose I could try it one day, but in the meantime, perhaps you could read me some of your favorites."

You light up at his words. The wind blows past. Your hair sways and his haori ruffles. The hanging wind chime sings a soft melody as you both gaze at each other.

"I'd love to ♡"

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AN: Highkey was planning to make this sad and angst-y but my man Gyomei deserves some happiness! Even if it's just a little. I'll probably write a part two that's sad given the ending of Demon Slayer, so be on the look out for that. Thanks for reading!

Part 1 | Part 2

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Taisho Era Secrets!

○ Everyone in the Corps knows just how much you admire Gyomei, so when you came to Ubuyashiki he knew you'd have the easiest time regaining your sanity if you stayed with the Stone Hashira. He's glad it worked!

○ Gyomei is loved greatly by all animals! You've seen small birds resting on him as he meditates on multiple occasions. You secretly envy that about him.

○ Despite his modest response, Gyomei was extremely touched when you explained why he reminded you of shobus.

[zumoshi]

hey so can I have scenario where Izuku has a crush, this is set a month after Toga confessed to him with her “I love you. Let me taste your blood thing”. And he’s just losing his shit on Toga “You missed a couple of steps! You’re supposed to go to theme parks~~~~~” so on. And then his crush actually confesses to him a month later and it’s normal? (The crush is a very confident and nice girl who he’s teamed up with sometimes).

Crush

Hi nesting! I left out the Toga bit but I went crazy with the confident reader because we love confidence! Hope you like it regardless!

MHA | Midoriya Izuku X Confident! Reader

Summary: After multiple failed advances you throw in the towel and gather the courage to confess to your cute, but painfully oblivious freckled classmate. | CW: Fluffiness all around! | 1.6k words

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Your entire life you never had a reason to doubt yourself. You came from a good family that loved and supported you, you were book smart, attractive (if you do say so yourself), and to top it all off you had a useful quirk. You were competent in every sense of the word and you knew it. It's what pushed you to apply for UA and you're positive it's also what got you placed in the school's top class.

Through unarguable skill and a charming personality you've been able to attain everything your heart desires. Your methods were full proof, except when it came to Midoriya Izuku. From the moment you first laid eyes on him you'd already decided. The thought rang crystal clear in your mind. 'I want him.' And so your advances began.

• You complimented Izuku at every possible opportunity. You wanted him to know that you already thought of him as a capable hero.

"You were amazing in the mock battles, Midoriya!"

"Is that a new move? It's so cool! How did you come up with it?"

"I see you made some tweaks to your hero costume. It suits you!"

"After we graduate I'll be the first person in line when you have your first signing event!"

Izuku could only mummble and stutter at your praise. He was flattered of course, but he never considered that your kind words could be hinting at something else. Nevertheless, they made his heart flutter.

• Using academics as a way to spend more time with Izuku was way too easy. The boy wasn't dumb by a long shot, but he couldn't compete with the scores you were pulling. So whenever you offered to help he was always happy to accept, albeit shyly.

Aizawa sensei assigned a partner project? You're at Izuku's desk before he can even look around for someone. "Partner up with me?" You question sweetly.

"Hey, wanna work on the homework together?"

"Your struggling with algebra? Let me help! I'm a great tutor you know!"

"Mm, you got number 4 wrong... but it's okay! We have all day. We won't stop until you get it right, okay? We'll celebrate with ice cream after!"

• At lunch you always sat with Izuku. Everyday you'd bring him different treats and dishes to try from home, eager to see his reaction.

"I tried a new brownie recipe. Will you taste it and tell me what you think?"

"My mom made katsudon last night. After I told her how much you liked it, she insisted I bring you a bowl. Here, eat up!"

"I made you some cookies, but you have to guess what flavor they are! Close your eyes, I'll feed it to you!"

"Oh! You have some food on your face. Come here, I'll wipe it for you ♡"

Midoriya floundered with every request but he always complied. His crush on you grew with every interaction, but he never let himself indulge in the idea that you might like him back. In his mind you were just a really nice person.

• The two of you leave school late one day. Izuku wanted pointers on his new shoot syle and you kindly stayed behind to help him out. As the sun begins to fall you leave the school together. You gently wrap your arm around his, eye lashes fluttering as you gaze at him.

"Can you walk me home?" You coo.

Midoriya jumps at your touch. His face goes red and his voice cracks. "Oh! S-sure! It's the least I can do. Since y-you know... you stayed behind for me and all."

You smile victoriously. "Thanks, you really are the best Izuku!" The boy freezes. You just said his first name! He doesn't know how to react. His ears are practically steaming. You released his arm, pretending shock. "Oh! Is it okay if I call you that? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable. " You ask while giving him your best pout.

Midoriya takes a few moments to answer, his mind buffering. "Huh? You want to? I mean! Y-yes! You can! If y-you want..." He goes on to ramble a pathetically long and akward response before you cut him off.

"You can call me by my first name too! You know... I really like your given name. I-zu-ku. It's sounds so cute!"

"Heh?! Y-you think so?" He questions.

"Mhm!" Your face heats up as you look into his wide eyes. "Everything about you is cute, Izuku."

He gasps, heart pounding and cheeks lit aflame. He can't speak, can't breathe. All he can do is stare at your soft smile in the late afternoon light. You looked so beautiful.

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You thought you'd put the final nail in the coffin. After that day you thought there was no way Midoriya didn't know about your feelings. Your advances weren't exactly subtle. Everyone in 1A could see it. You waited eagerly. Expecting to hear a confession from Izuku any day now. But days turned to weeks and you began to doubt yourself.

You stepped back a bit, gave him space. Took some time to just watch him, see how he interacted with the other girls in your class. Midoriya was a nice boy. He'd help anyone if they simply asked. Maybe you weren't special. Maybe... he was only giving you attention because you demanded it. The thought broke your heart. For the first time in your life it felt like there was something you couldn't have. You felt like you were in limbo and then you saw it.

The way Uraraka's gaze lingered on Izuku when she thought no one was looking. You recognized that look and you didn't like it. Midoriya might not like you, but you'd be damned if you gave up without a fight. He'd have to reject you with his own mouth before you gave up. You knew what you had to do.

"Meet me in the art room after school," you demand.

"Huh?" Izuku looks at you with concern. Your bright persona was replaced with a calm, more serious one. The boy noticed your recent distance. He wondered if you were okay. "Um okay. Are... is everything alright?"

"I'm fine. I just have to talk to you about something, it's important."

"Okay, I'll be there!"

You leave without another word and wait for the school day to end. At the sound of the final bell you quietly gather your items and leave the room. You wait for Midoriya in art room like you agreed. Your heart rate spikes as the door slides open. He enters timidly.

"Hey, so uh, what did you want to talk about?" He asks.

Not wanting to waste time, you take a deep breath and say exactly what's on your mind. "You're my crush."

"Huh? Wait wha-"

"I have a crush on you, Midoriya Izuku. I have since the first day we met. And I've tried everything to make you see that. But I don't know what to do. Tell me what I have to do to make you see how much I like you," you say before continuing. "I always want to be by your side. I want to go on dates with you and hold hands with you. I want to tell everyone that Midoriya is my boyfriend. I want to tell them how much I care about you, but I can't if you don't feel the same way... so please tell me you feel the same way."

Izuku was red. Was this real? Was this actually happening? You were confessing to him of all people? He could only dream of such things. "(Y/n) I..."

"You don't have to answer right away, but if you don't like me that way I'd appreciate if you just gave it to me straight."

"What? (Y/n) no! I do like you, honest! I... I just never thought someone as amazing as you could like someone like me," he admits.

You walk over to the freckled boy and grab his hands. They're rough and clammy from nervousness, but you don't let go. "Don't be silly. You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

Midoriya grins happily. He gently squeezes your hands, taking in the feel of your soft skin. It makes his blush rise again. "S-so what happens now?"

"I'm not sure actually," you contemplate. "Wanna make out?"

Izuku blinks his emerald eyes at you twice. A cloud of steam explodes from his head and he falls over. You rush to catch him.

"Izuku? Did you pass out?! I was just kidding! Izuku?!"

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AN: Izuku is fun to write. I love him so much!

(づ>/////<)づ♡

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Paper Heart (pt. 1)

KNY | Tokito Muichiro X (f) Reader | Part 1/2

Summary: When you're assigned to train under the aloof Mist Hashira, you can't help but poke and prod at the boy, hoping to melt his icy heart. | CW: Floof central + spoilers | 5.3k words (lock in yall)

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"I don't understand. Aren't there others more suitable for such a task? Surely my abilities would be put to better use in the field."

The Mist Hashira sits across from Ubuyashiki Kagaya. The man had summoned him to a one on one meeting to discuss a change in his work duties, much to the Hashira's displeasure.

"I understand your concern, Muichiro," Ubuyashiki says. "In an effort to increase the quality of our ranks, I've begun to assign capable slayers to train under you Hasira. This slayer in particular uses Mist Breathing, so I'm sure you can understand why you've been chosen."

The young Hashira mulls over his master's words. His eyes shut momentarily before opening again. "If that is your wish then I will do my best to fulfill it, Oyakata-sama."

"Thank you," the sickly man says before coughing into his handkerchief.

"How long would you like me to train this person?"

"You'll be looking after (l/n) (y/n). She sits at the Kinoe rank. Do your best to bring her as close in strength to that of a Hashira. When you've noticed significant improvement in her fighting abilities you'll be relieved of duty. I trust your judgment."

"Understood." Tokito stands and bows, ready to make his leave when Ubuyashiki calls out to him.

"Muichiro." The Hashira stills. "(Y/n) is steadfast and eager to improve, but she is no prodigy. I know you're prone to impatience, so I ask that you spare her some. Do your best to get along. You two are close in age, afterall. I'm sure it'll be good for you."

"I understand, Oyakata-sama. I'll... do my best."

Ubuyashiki smiles gently and nods his head in gratitude. He knows Muichiro is hesitant, only accepting the request because he was the one to ask. He worried for the boy. Among his Hashira counter parts, Muichiro often kept to himself. It could be because he's the youngest, but it's more likely that he's forcing himself to remain distant. Ubuyashiki wonders if the boy is even aware of it himself. It could be subconscious. Another defense mechanism as a result of his amnesia. Regardless, the man hopes Muichiro will be able to connect with (y/n) in some way, but only time will tell.

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"How much further, Ryukyu?"

"Not much! We'll arrive once you take that left up ahead."

"Perfect! I don't know what I'd do without you," (y/n) beams at her crow companion.

The bird propped on her shoulder looks away shyly. His squaking voice jumps in pitch despite trying to keep cool. "You flatter me. I'm just doing my job, (y/n)-sama!"

She gives her crow a knowing look as she turns the corner. A white wall with a wooden gate lines a path acting as a perimeter to the large property behind it. (Y/n) tugs on the metal ring attached to the gate and opens it partly before slipping in. An empty courtyard greets her. Trees and other greenery are sprinkled throughout. What looks like a small weapons shed sits on the left of the property. To the right of it is a water well, and beyond that is the real star of the show.

(Y/n) awes at the beautiful two-story residence. The structure is lined with bright brown cedar wood and blue roof tiles. This is where she'd be staying for the foreseeable future. Where she would train under a Hashira. The young girl pauses in front of the door, releasing a deep breath.

"Nervous?" Ryukyu asks.

"A little, yeah," she admits. "I was excited before but now that I'm here..."

"It may not be easy but Ubuyashiki-sama chose you for a reason! Have faith in the potential he sees in you, and know that no matter what I'll be right by your side!"

(Y/n)'s shoulders drop in relief. "Thanks Ryukyu."

"Hmph! As if that'll make a difference!" Enters a feminine voice. The Kinoe and her crow look down to find another bird perched on a small decorative statue near the door. "A low life like you could never keep up with my master!" The bird caws in a stuck up, high pitched tone. Her beady eyes, framed by long lashes, glare up at the on lookers.

"Huh? Are you Tokito-san's crow?" (Y/n) asks.

"Of course I am! My master is the greatest Hashira so it only makes sense that he be given the best Kasugai crow, which is obviously me!"

Ryukyu caws at her audacity and immediately flies down to confront her. "How dare you call my (y/n)-sama a low life, you low life!"

The female crow readies another insult but the girl speaks first. "Don't bother, Ryukyu. It's nothing to ruffle your feathers about. I'm surprised Tokito-san has to deal with such an annoying crow. I feel bad for the guy." Without further delay, she slides the door open and enters, letting Ryukyu fly in after her.

"A-ANNOYING?! Come back here and say that to my face! I'll gouge your eyeba-!"

(Y/n) shuts the door. She drops her bag and quickly slips her shoes off before moving further in. The entire first floor is a pristine dojo. The faint smells of sweat and rust reach her nose. The off white walls display scrolls with words of encouragement, and the wooden floor shines with fresh wax. At the center of it all sits a young boy with long hair. His eyes are closed as if meditating, a wooden sword rests at his side. He looks no older than (y/n) herself. This confuses her.

'Is the Hashira training someone else besides me?'

"Hi, I'm (l/n)-"

"I know who you are," the boy interrupts. His eyes open to reveal deep, arctic blue irises. "I've been expecting you."

"Huh? Y-you have?"

"I'm Tokito Muichiro, current Mist Hashira. I'll be training you here for the next few months." The boy stands as he continues to explain. Not allowing (y/n) the time needed to process what she was hearing. "Go put your things in an empty room upstairs and meet me back here so we can begin. I don't like to waste time so hurry."

(Y/n) was frozen in place. If someone walked in they easily could've mistaken her for a statue. 'This is Tokito? The legendary demon slayer who became a Hashira in just two months, Tokito?! I heard he was young, but I never thought he'd be this young! He's my age or younger even!'

"Why are you just standing there. Go," he says.

"R-right!" (Y/n) quickly bows before running to grab her bag.

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"Grab a bokuto off that wall. We'll start with a mock battle so I can see where you're at." The Kinoe does as instructed and meets the Hashira back in the center. She settles in a neutral stance, wooden sword held tightly in her hands. "Follow my movements."

As soon as the words leave Muichiro's lips he vanishes. Faster than (y/n) can even register, she catches sight of Tokito to her right. She lifts her weapon, barely blocking the attack aimed at her side. The force pushes (y/n) back but he immediately follows. Muichiro aims for her hands and arms, testing to see if she'll drop her weapon. The wood lashes loudly against her skin. Her muscles tense in pain but her her grip remains firm.

The girl attempts a swing. He dodges. A clean thrust. He side steps. Every attack thrown at him feels too out of reach. Meanwhile, nearly all of his land. (Y/n) defaults to relying on her body's instincts, but it's hardly enough. The entire match feels like an unfair game of cat and mouse, except Muichiro is probably worth three cats instead of one.

The boy attacks relentlessly and all (Y/n) can do is grit her teeth as the fight drags on. The sun begins to set as she hits the ground for the nth time. She breathes heavily as sweat drips off her body. Muichiro was sure she would've given up by now, but he's proven wrong as he watches her stand on shaky legs once again. Her entire body trembles but she lifts her sword regardless. The Hashira stares at her indifferently. It was obvious to him that (y/n) was at her limit. She looked like she was one hit away from passing out.

"(Y/n) is steadfast and eager to improve."

'Right, she's the type to push herself beyond her limits.'

Tokito drops his stance and lowers his weapon. "We'll stop here for today."

(Y/n) falls to her knees in relief. Ryukyu flies over immediately to check on her.

"When Oyakata-sama assigned you to me he called you capable. I don't agree." (Y/n) stares up at Muichiro, eyes wide at his bluntness. "You sacrifice speed for strength and it makes you slow beyond belief. You should know that speed is vital for Mist Breathing. You tense your muscles as a way to brace for unexpected attacks, but all it does is make your fighting rigid and predictable. Your stamina could also use major improvement. A high level demon whose used to fighting slayers will have no trouble making you its next meal," he concludes.

(Y/n) chuckles as she continues to catch her breath. "So my stamina sucks, I'm slow and my moves are easy to read. Anything else?" She huffs exasperated.

Muichiro contemplates for a second. "Your senses could use some sharpening, but we'll worry about that later. We'll begin again after breakfast tomorrow. You're dismissed." He puts his bokuto back on the wall and heads upstairs for the night.

Ryukyu and (y/n) silently watch him. Once out of earshot, the crow flaps his wings in irritation. "What a brat! How dare he speak to you that way!"

"I agree Tokito-san could've phrased his critiques better, but he didn't say anything that wasn't true. Besides, Oyakata-sama warned me he'd be this way. I'll just have to do my best to get stronger," (y/n) says, resolving herself.

"You can do it, (y/n)-sama!"

"Thanks Ryukyu, also, would you mind getting me some water? I feel like I'm about to pass out." The girl falls over in a heap as her feathered friend starts to panic. "(Y/n)-sama?! Hang in there! Don't pass out! (Y/n)-samaaaaa!"

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The young girl's following weeks spent training with the Hashira were grueling. Each day was filled with a variety of drills meant to increase her speed and stamina. Training started in the morning and often lasted past sundown. Both she and Muichiro lived in the dojo for the time being, but (y/n) hardly saw him outside of practice.

The only time the two could be found in a room together outside of training was during breakfast and dinner. Muichiro wasn't one for conversation so they often ate in silence. Anytime (y/n) tried to initiate small talk, her questions were usually met with one word replies or straight up silence.

"I met your crow the other day. What's her name?"

"Ginkgo."

"She gave us quite the greeting. Is she always like that?"

"Yes. Ignore her."

"Tokito-san, remind me how old you are again."

"...14."

"Wow, did you ever imagine becoming a Hashira so soon?"

"No."

"What made you want to become a Demon Slayer? I come from a family of slayers so it was kind of a given for me."

"I don't know."

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"It's been over a month. I think you should give it a rest, (y/n)-sama." Ryukyu suggests as he flies beside his partner.

(Y/n) complains to him about her failure in getting to know her mentor as they head for the hot spring. This time, she tried to convince Muichiro to accompany her to a seasonal festival she'd heard about in town. To no one one's surprise, he swiftly declined and immediately disappeared after dinner. "Go without me," he said.

(Y/n) sighs, recalling the memory. "I get what you mean, but I feel like I have to. There's just something about him, you know?"

"I'm afraid not," the bird argues.

"I can't put my finger on it, but whenever I look into his eyes I get this feeling like there's something locked away inside him. Like he isn't showing his true self."

"You think he's hiding his true self?"

"I don't know what to think, but people open up to those they can relate to, right? I just have to find a way to relate to Tokito-san. Problem is I don't know anything about him," (y/n) laments while padding down the hall. "Hey, what if you, you know... spied on him for me?"

"(Y/n)-sama!" Ryukyu crows in a scolding tone.

"J-just until you find out what he likes! It'd be easy for you!"

"Mmm, I suppose I could, but it'd be impossible with that detestable lady crow always breathing down my neck!"

"Oh right, I forgot about Ginkgo. Well, nevermind then. I'll figure something out. Wait for me here, yeah?" (Y/n) looks back at Ryukyu as she reaches the sliding door.

The black bird caws in agreement and (y/n) steps out into the cool night air. The crickets sing and the full moon hangs high, shedding its light below. Plumes of dense steam rise from the spring, fogging the surrounding area. It flows up, curls, and expands causing low visibility. (Y/n) dips her hand in the water. Satisfied with the temperature, she removes her robe and carefully steps in, submerging herself.

The hot water stings against her bruised skin before spreading in a comforting warmth. The girl sits along the edge, resting her head on a rock. (Y/n) closes her eyes as a silent sigh escapes her lips.

"Stupid Tokito," she mutters. "Leaving me all bruised up. Would it kill him to show a little restraint?"

"I show plenty restraint."

(Y/n) screams before looking ahead. The steam clears to reveal the young Hashira soaking on the opposite side of the spring. Only his head is visible above the water, his face showcasing the same stoic expression. "You just don't realize it," he says.

In a panic, (y/n) drops her body in the water even deeper. "Tokito-san! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were still bathing!"

"It's fine. I was just leaving."

Muichro stands, exposing his upper body to the open air. (Y/n) is taken aback by the hard lines of muscle covering him. Objectively speaking, Muichiro has a pretty small form and his baggy uniform covers him from head to toe. If it weren't for his position as Hashira, no one would ever expect him to look this way. (Y/n) knows, and yet she's still shocked. The Kinoe averts her eyes before covering them completely.

"I uh- won't look, so don't worry!" (Y/n) reassures.

She turns around in the water, keeping her back to Muichiro. She barely catches what sounds like a sigh. Immediately after, she hears the water break followed by wet footsteps and finally, the door opening and closing. After a minute or so the girl peeks between her fingers. No Muichiro in sight. She drops her hands and her body relaxes.

"Nice going (y/n), real smooth. God, I'm so embarrassing! He probably thinks I'm some kind of pervert!" She lets out a whine and slaps the water in frustration.

After her bath, (y/n) returns to her room. Ryukyu watches her from his perched position on an open window. "How was your bath, (y/n)-sama?"

The girl flops on her futon, groaning into her pillow. "Don't. Ask."

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Two weeks have passed since the... incident and despite (y/n)'s flustered behavior around Muichiro, his interactions with her (or lack there of) remained the same. Today was Sunday. A rare off day where no training would take place. Muichiro would call for a rest day once every other week and (y/n) would normally spend it groveling in bed, cursing at the skies and complaining to Ryukyu about her sore muscles. But this time she planned to watch the Mist Hashira. And with Ryukyu agreeing to keep Ginkgo distracted, the plan was set in motion.

When (y/n) arrives for breakfast she eats very slowly, hoping Muichiro would finish before her. He does. By the time he leaves, her plate is still half full. She scrambles, handing her unfinished food to the tenant and follows after him. The demon slayer takes care to keep her distance, watching the boy from around a corner.

He takes his katana and enters the backyard. (Y/n) creeps closer, observing him from inside. She's stunned as Muichiro begins to practice dry swings. His form and power are impeccable despite only slicing through air.

'He's training?! Even on our day off?!'

The girl marvels at his tenacity as he moves between the six breathing forms. His body flows between each one seamlessly.

'So this is the gap between someone like me and a Hashira... It's like he doesn't even have to think about it. Tokito-san really is amazing.'

After a while, (y/n) settled for watching Muichiro from her bedroom window upstairs. He stayed out there, swinging nonstop for hours. When he finally sheathed his blade he settled under a tree.

The Hashira then tilts his head up, choosing to watch the clouds pass as he catches his breath. He rests there, back against the old tree trunk. The bright sky is captured in his empty eyes. A calm wind passes through. It shakes the tree's leaves and shifts Muichiro's blue tipped strands. (Y/n) watches quietly. In this moment, he appears so peaceful.

An hour passes before he moves again. This time, he makes way for the hot spring. Another hour passes. After the boy emerges he exits through the front door. (Y/n) follows, catching the edge of his form entering the weapons shed. She waits, expecting him to come out quickly, but after 10 minutes, she moves to investigate.

The Kinoe creeps closer to the cracked door, carefully masking her presence. One eye peeps through. Muichiro sits at a desk along the back wall. He's hunched over it slightly, as if focusing on something. (Y/n) can't tell what he's doing with his back to her, but there's a stack of colorful papers beside him. The faint sound of shuffling paper fills the room. After a few minutes, Muichiro holds up a meticulous product of folded paper. He examines it before placing it in pile (that (y/n) had somehow missed until now) with others just like it.

'Are those paper airplanes? Is Tokito-san into origami? Or is it just air-'

"Your steath skills need work," Muichiro states. His voice is curt, blunt as always, but there's no trace of irritation. (Y/n) jumps. She keeps quiet, hoping her silence would somehow make the Hashira forget she was there. "There's no point in hiding. I know you're there." His remains seated, his back to her still. "It's rude to spy on others."

The door whines, creeking open further. (Y/n) pads in, footsteps crunching on the dirt floor. "S-sorry..."

"You've been watching me all day," Muichiro says. His tone leaves no room for argument.

"...How did you know?"

"Ginkgo hasn't been around. I figured you and your crow were up to something." (Y/n) sighs in defeat. The Hashira was simply too perceptive. "Don't complain about being sore during practice tomorrow. I gave you this rest day for a reason."

"R-right..."

Gloom befalls the girl at the short scolding. As she moves to exit, a loud caw is heard. (Y/n) ducks as a flurry of black wings and sharp claws swipe above her head.

"YOU! How dare you use that male bird to keep me away from my master all day!" Ginkgo shouts while trying to peck at (y/n). She hops around, dodging the crow without too much trouble.

That's when Ryukyu appears. He covers his master, protecting her from Ginkgo's wrath. The two birds swipe and squack at each other, flying every which way in the small room. "I'm sorry (y/n)-sama! She caught wind of our plan!"

(Y/n) runs out, leaving a trail of dust behind her. Ginkgo immediately flies after her. "Get back here!"

Ryukyu follows them in a panic. "You leave my (y/n)-sama alone!"

Muichiro blinks, a bystander to the commotion. He's frozen in place, unsure of how to react. His face stays the same but inside he's a bit frazzled. How did a peaceful day turn into this? The door of the weapons shed is left wide open. The three trouble makers are gone, but their frantic voices can still be heard in the distance. The young Hashira breathes a deep sigh.

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When Muichiro awakes the next morning, he discovers a paper swan sitting outside his bedroom door. He stares before picking it up. He examines the bird, noting it's rough lines and uneven folds. It was clear an amateur had put it together. He quickly surmises that (y/n) must've left it during the night. Why? He isn't sure, but it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on it.

He steps back in his room and puts the swan on an empty shelf without think twice about it. Surely, that would be the end of it. Except the next day Muichiro finds a green paper frog. And the day after that, a paper whale. Then a butterfly, crane, crab, pigeon, cat, and so on. Every single day the boy would find a new piece of origami. The paper gifts becoming better made and more complex with time.

He never brought them up to (y/n). Never questioned why she insisted on making the cute paper creatures. And she never asked what he thought of them. Though Muichiro did notice how she'd scan his face at breakfast for a hint of a reaction. He never gave one. Regardless of his outward indifference, somewhere along the way he began to look forward to what new origami he'd find next. It became a subtle yet fun exchange for the young Hashira, even though he'd never admit it.

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"I'll be leaving soon," Muichiro says over dinner one night. Before (y/n) can ask he fills her in. "I'll be going to the Swordsmith Village. My Katana's starting to dull and is in need of maintenance."

"Can't you have the sword sent to the village? There's no need for you to go yourself." (Y/n) asks, saddened by his announcement.

"I'd prefer to be there to make sure everything is to my liking."

"Oh..." (Y/n) had never been to the secret village. She wanted to ask if she could go with him, but she resists, already knowing what he'd say. "When do you leave?"

"In two days."

"How long will you be gone?"

"Four days or so. Be sure to continue your training like normal while I'm gone."

(Y/n) nods as they continue eating. For some reason, she struggles to finish her food that night.

Two days pass and it's now time for Muichiro to depart. A Kakushi stands nearby as the two teens exchange goodbyes, their respective crows on their shoulders. (Y/n) steps closer to Muichiro.

"Here, I got this for you." The boy watches as she puts a small charm in his palm. The pouch is dark blue and decorated with gold patterns. The attached white string dangles down his hand. "I got it enchanted at a shrine and everything. It's for protection," she explains.

'I don't need it.' Is what he wants to say. It's what he would've said had it been anyone else. But the strange look in her eye makes him accept. Muichiro tucks the charm in his breast pocket, much to Ginkgo's displeasure.

"My master doesn't need your stupid charm! Don't you know who he is?!" The lady crow spouts.

"Do you ever shut up?" Ryukyu snaps.

"Haahhh?!"

Muichiro speaks to (y/n), choosing to ignore them. "I should get going."

He doesn't thank her for the charm, but (y/n) doesn't need him to. Him taking it is plenty thanks enough. "Safe travels," she says.

The Mist Hashira signals the Kakushi. They pull out a thick white blindfold and tie it over his eyes. They then lift Muichiro on piggyback and depart. The girl holds back a chuckle at the sight. In that position, Muichiro actually looks his age. (Y/n) waves as their figures get smaller and smaller. Her arm falls once they dissappear. She stands there a while. Staring in the direction they went, hands clutched tightly together.

"(Y/n)-sama?" Ryukyu coos in concern. She doesn't answer, her blaring thoughts blocking most sounds. "(Y/n)-sama?" He says again.

She hears him this time. "Huh? What is it Ryukyu?"

"You know you don't have anything to worry about, right? The Swordsmith Village is the safest place in the entire Demon Slayer Corp. Tokito-san will be fine."

"I-I know!" (Y/n) says, attempting to reassure Ryukyu. "He's a Hashira too. I know he can handle himself."

She clasps her hands even tighter. An unfamiliar feeling washes over her. She can't place it.

'I know. I know that already. So why do I feel so anxious?'

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The first day passed quickly. (Y/n) threw herself into her training, determined to impress Muichiro when he returned. It felt strange to go about her day without him. He didn't speak much but his presence was always felt. Now that he was gone, it simply felt... wrong for her to be there without him.

Days two and three, were rinsed and repeated. On day four, (y/n) worked hard to finish practice early. Before the yellow sun could turn orange, she stood outside the property gate, awaiting Muichiro's arrival. Minutes quickly turned to hours and soon enough the tenant stepped out to call her for dinner.

"Come eat, dear," the old lady says. "You've had a long day. I'm sure Muichiro-san will be back tomorrow." She takes (y/n) by the arm and gently guides her inside.

'He did say four days or so... yeah, he'll be here tomorrow.' (Y/n) tells herself.

On the fifth day she waits at the gate again. Muichiro never shows. By the sixth day (y/n) pretends she isn't restless. Ryukyu does his best to cheer her up, but his attempts are ineffective. The sun sets and rises three more times before word gets out about the incident that took place in the Swordsmith Village. As soon as the message is relayed, (y/n) drops everything and dashes to the Butterfly Mansion.

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Muichiro lies in bed. His body is motionless, but his mind is running, flickering through moments of his latest battle. The child who saved him, the sadistic upper moon demon, the returned memories of his past, and the protective amulet given to him, torn and damaged from battle. The memories shift like a rolling film, moving in a rapid flurry... and then his eyes slide open. They meet a ceiling, one Muichiro recognizes but hasn't seen in a while. Right. He was in the infirmary.

His gaze falls, sweeping over the room. In the bed to his left is the Love Hashira, next to her lies Tanjirou, both unconscious, and at the foot of his bed is (y/n). She sits on a stool with her body leaning over the bed. Her arms are folded beneath her, cradling her head. She's asleep as well.

The Mist Hashira takes his time sitting up. Ignoring his bandaged form, he reaches for the lone glass of water on the beside table. More items rest near it: a small vase filled with blue chrysanthemums, his tattered charm and a few origami. Among them are several cranes and an airplane, all scrawled with positive messages.

"I'm glad to see you're awake, Tokito-kun."

Muichiro turns to the soft voice. The Insect Hashira walks through the door, her signature smile in place.

"Kocho-san..." he greets.

"How are you feeling?" She says, keeping her voice low.

"I feel okay. How long have I been here?"

"Two days. You've recovered faster than expected." Shinobu watches as his eyes drift away from her and on to (y/n). "She's been here the entire time you were out. I had no idea you had such a loyal Tsuguko."

"She's not... nevermind," he sighs.

"Hm? Well, Tsuguko or not she clearly cares about you. She even showed the girls how to make paper cranes, saying it would increase your chances of a speedy recovery. You're the first to wake up, so I guess it worked," she informs. Sheets ruffle quietly, drawing their attention. (Y/n) shifts, beginning to stir awake. "I'll give you two a moment." Shinobu sends Muichiro a teasing smile and excuses herself.

The boy looks on silently as (y/n)'s eyes flutter open. He watches her (e/c) irises transition from an unfocused haze to clear realization. She shoots up in her seat, jaw hanging open at a conscious Muichiro.

"Tokito-san! You're up! That's great!" (Y/n) happily exclaims, all while resisting the urge to hug him. Her hands curl in the sheets, keeping them to herself. "H-how are you feeling?"

Muichiro forgets to answer. He stares at her a few moments longer. (Y/n) scans over his expression, growing worried at his silence. She looks into the same blue eyes she's grown to admire. But today they somehow look... different. Clearer. Brighter. "Tokito-san?"

Muichiro blinks, gaze softening. "I'm sorry," he apologizes.

"Huh? Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"I haven't been the kindest person to you. I want to apologize for my behavior until now."

"...eh?" (Y/n) is speechless. Where is this coming from? It was unlike Muichiro to apologize for anything. He was acting like a completely different person. "You don't have to apologize! I mean, I know you just wanted to see me improve... so I never took any offense to it."

Then Muichiro does something (y/n) never expected. The corners of his lips lift up in a smile. "I'm glad!"

(Y/n) is in awe. She feels her pulse spike suddenly and it brings warmth to her face. 'I don't know what could've caused such a drastic change in Tokito-san, but he looks happy. I'm glad.'

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"I've never been better," Muichiro claims. He takes (y/n)'s hand, his smile falling away. "Still... I'm sorry for not coming back earlier. I'm sure you were worried."

The girl's eyes suddenly gleam with wetness. She recalls her frantic arrival at the Butterfly Mansion. How the injured sight of Muichiro tore her heart in two. She turns away, using her free arm to furiously wipe her face. Unshed tears still cling to her lashes when she faces him again.

"Don't be ridiculous! All that matters is that you came back alive. The fact that you also single-handedly defeated an upper moon is just a plus. You... you really are amazing, Tokito-san."

The Mist Hashira smiles again. "Just Muichiro is fine."

(Y/n) grins in return. "Ok, Muichiro."

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AN: Alright guys, this is getting pretty long so I'll end it here for now. Please look forward to part 2 for even more Muichiro X Reader fluff!

I had to write something sweet for our boy since Gotoge did him fucking dirty in the manga. But yeah, thanks for reading! ♡

Buy me a coffee? (,,>﹏<,,)

Part 1 | Part 2

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Taisho Era Secrets!

~ Muichiro lied when he said (y/n) was not capable. Despite her faults in combat, he found her reflexes to be pretty sharp. Her stamina wasn't the best, but her endurance and pain tolerance were also admirable.

~ Mitsuri was secretly awake the entire time Muichiro and (y/n) spoke in the infirmary. It took all of her willpower not to make a scene at their cute display. She wanted to squeal sooo bad!

~ Muichiro kept the charm (y/n) gave him even after his fight against Gyokko. He now keeps it tied to his sword sheath so it's always with him when he goes into battle.

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3,773 Days

MHA | Midoriya Izuku X Reader | Apocalypse AU

Summary: Just as you're ready to end it all, a boy gives you the courage to brave through life, one brutal day at a time. | CW: Attempted suicide and death. (Shit's sad yall) | 4.1k words

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Day 62

My weary feet dragged through the remnants of a city I once knew. I managed two more steps before my knees buckled and harshly met the pavement. The cracked and uneven concrete pricked the palm of my hands. A group of glass shards lied among the scattered debris from the corner of my eye. I didn't think twice. I grabbed one. It sat in my palm, jagged, long and sharp as I held it up to my neck.

My hand curled around the edges, letting it bite into my skin until blood seeped through. It hurt of course, but I was grateful to feel anything aside from my body's usual ache. Resting back on my ankles, I gazed up at the sky. A thick gray overcast blankets the city painting everything an ashy monochrome. Those clouds formed on the day of the incident and never left. They made the world dull. Dead. And soon enough, I would be too. I closed my eyes. Steadied myself. I pictured my parents and wondered if they'd be disappointed to see me. Disappointed that I'd given up despite my promise.

That's when I heard it. The distant ring of a voice. I ignored it, positive I was hearing things. Then it came again, louder, closer. My arm fell as I searched for the sound. That's when I first saw you, Izuku. A young boy clad in green and yellow. You looked exhausted, yet still managed to smile despite the shitty state of the world. Your green eyes were so clear, bright with hope. I didn't know you then, but you made my heart ache with the feeling of something long forgotten.

The shard fell from my hand and shattered to pieces just before you reached me. You dropped to your knees beside me, carefully examining me as I examined you. Your lips parted, wide eyes filled with worry for a stranger. "Are you alright?!"

To this day, I still don't know exactly why I couldn't answer. I couldn't utter a single word, but you didn't need me to. Like me, I think you were just happy to find someone, anyone. You caught me as I slumped forward and let me cry into your shoulder.

In all the years I've known you, Izuku, you saved me a total of three times. That was the first.

Day 101

I remember the exact moment I fell in love with you. It was a day outside of our cultivated routine. After you found me, I followed you from city to city across Japan. You were determined to find others and I was determined to not be alone. We became a unit and we moved as one. I still wasn't much of a talker, often leaving your attempts to get closer unanswered, but neither of us went anywhere without the other.

"This is Musutafu, the city where I grew up," you said gesturing to the surrounding area.

I followed your gaze and took in the remains of the desolate city. It was mostly intact. The buildings stood tall, decorated with rotten vegetation and dirty windows. I'm sure this place was beautiful once, but I couldn't appreciate its former glory. Every city looked the same now.

Naked branches greeted us where flourishing greenery used to be. Not much of anything grew these days. Ironic, since what caused all this was supposed to do the opposite. The same gray sky hung above us. Tiny pelts of precipitation fell from above, hitting us every so often as we walked. It was too heavy to be rain and too light to be ice. I just hoped it didn't get worse.

You turned to me, a soft smile on your face. You would smile at me every day, but this time the light didn't quite reach your eyes. "I like to circle back here every few months to check on it."

"It?" I questioned. "The city?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Sounds weird, right?"

I shrugged, neither denying nor confirming. I wasn't one to judge. Our entire predicament was weird, after all.

You scanned the horizon, eyes reminiscent. "I don't know... I just- My whole life was here. I guess it's hard for me to stay away for too long."

Ah. So this was how you coped. You didn't understand it but I quickly realized. You had to come back, had to remind yourself of your origins to keep moving forward... unlike me. We were different in that aspect. Since the incident, I'd never considered returning home. To the place where I lost everything... and everyone.

"It doesn't look like anything's changed since I was last here. Not surprising," you comment. "Come on, I want to show you something."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"...Somewhere special. It's an important place to me." You spoke softly, words muffled from under your scarf.

We treaded quietly for a while. Nothing but the faint pitter-patter of rain that wasn't rain and our footsteps filled the space. We walked until we reached a tall complex. You led us around the back, where row after row of makeshift crosses stood on dead grass. Large mounds of dirt sat in front of each one. My breath faltered, but you kept moving.

You slowly approached a grave in the center and sat down, hands clasped together in prayer. Your brows pinched in sorrow and your bottom lip trembled. "I'm home, mom." You sat there for a few minutes before standing again. That's when you waved at me, beckoning me closer. I approached the grave and whispered a quick prayer of condolence.

"I wanted to introduce you two," you said. "This is my mother, Midoriya Inko. Mom, this is (l/n) (y/n)." I bowed as you continued speaking. "I did it. I actually found someone. I managed to make a really nice friend, so you don't have to worry about me being alone anymore."

My eyes widened at the confession. I waited patiently and watched as you spoke to your mom. Your tone bittersweet and hushed as if trying not to disturb the other deceased parties. I joined you in a final bow as we got ready to depart. You eyed me curiously as I stood frozen. I glanced between you and Inko's grave before pacing up to it again.

"I... I'm sorry we couldn't meet while you were alive. I don't know everything about Midoriya yet, but I can tell you did well to raise him. He's already done more for me than I could ever express, so please rest easy. I'll do my best to look after him."

I tipped my head down quickly and turned around. There you stood, staring at me with tears in your eyes. It was the first time I saw you cry. Wordlessly, I drew closer and hugged you.

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"Those graves... You buried them all yourself?" Truthfully, I already knew the answer, but there were so many, part of me found it hard to believe.

"Mhm," you hummed.

"Strangers?... or?"

"Some are, others were neighbors, friends, classmates," you trailed off.

"Midoriya, what if there's no one else?" I held my breath, anxious to hear your answer, but you didn't have to think about it.

"Does it really matter?" You peered at the sky, a sudden sense of content exuding from you. "If we find more survivors that'd be great. But now that I have you, now that I'm not alone. I don't really care if we're the last two people on earth."

My legs stopped moving. Your green tresses tousling back and forth as you kept going, unaware of the emotional storm brewing in my chest. Yeah. That's exactly when I fell.

Day 2,252

With each year that passed, we only grew closer and closer. We continued to travel across Japan on the off chance that there were more of us out there, waiting to be found, to be saved. We easily could've stayed put somewhere, found a place to call home and settle. That would've been fine for me, honestly. I didn't care as long as you were there. But searching gave you a sense of purpose, a reason to hope for tomorrow. So we searched day after day, but not today. Today you had something planned, unbeknownst to me.

Our travels led us to Kyoto. Instead of staying in the city, you insisted we spend a few nights at Lake Biwa after discovering I had never been to a beach. Once there, you told me that while the wide body of water in front of me wasn't technically the sea, that the two were practically indistinguishable. The weather was warm. I wished we could've gotten in. Sadly, the incident contaminated most water sources, fresh, salt and otherwise, so it wasn't safe. Still, just seeing it was enough. It felt, endless. The lake stretched on and on past the horizon. I could only imagine how pretty the water must've looked on a sunny day. You and I sat with our feet in the sand for hours. We watched the day slowly turn to night behind the stubborn clouds.

"Alright!" You said, springing up. "I'll get a fire going and start on dinner. I saw an old shop a little ways up the beach earlier. Can you check it for water?"

"Leave it to me," I replied with a salute.

"You have your walkie, right?"

"Yep!"

"Ok, I'll see you in a bit."

I waved before walking to the small shop in the distance. I rummaged through the aisles, happy to find several rows of unopened water bottles. I grabbed as many as I could carry. I thanked the skeleton carcass slumped over the register and left the store. My legs strolled across the beach at a slow pace. I happily listened to the soft waves that kissed the sand and the howl of the wind. I still recall that beach's earthy smell; it was burned in my nostrils.

I followed the light of the bright flame you'd started. You were stirring something in a small pot over the fire but stopped as you saw me get closer. You reached behind you and pull out a cake? It lied on a metal plate undecorated. No frosting or sprinkles, just one layer of baked chocolate sweetness. A single lit candle is stuck in the center. I dropped the bottles.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~" you gleefully sang while standing up to meet me.

Your voice was sweet, delicate, and akwardly off pitch, but it was the most beautiful sound to me. I eyed you up and down with the dumbest smile on my face before laughing. "You are such a weirdo. It's not even my birthday!"

"I know," you chuckled back. "Buuut it is our anniversary. We met on this exact day six years ago. I just didn't know what other song to sing, hehe."

My gaze softened at you. "I should've known. You do this every year, let me surprise you for once!"

"Never! Now, come on, you have to blow out the candle."

"No, we have to blow out the candle. It's our anniversary. Lets both make a wish!"

You nod as we both closed our eyes. We each silently made a wish and blew on the small candle. Immediately after, we settled down and prepared to eat. We both reached for a piece of cake, too eager to try it. We could always eat dinner later.

"How on earth did you manage to make a cake? Don't you need eggs? I can't remember the last time I saw some that were still good." I bit into the soft pastry, savoring the fluffy sweetness. I couldn't remember the last time I had cake, either.

"It's not like I made it from scratch. This is from a cake mix I found a while back. The recipe does call for one egg but there are other substitutes you can use. I had to mix a bunch of different ingredients to make it turn out like this. It wasn't easy, but I'd say it was worth the effort!" You proudly beamed with chocolate crumbs around your mouth.

I scooched over and gently wipe them off. "You're such a nerd," I said, my voice lowering as I got closer.

"Your nerd," you cheekily replied.

Another smile spread on my face. "I love you, Izuku."

"I love you more." You closed the distance and pressed your lips to mine.

That kiss was one of many shared between us. I never told you what I wished for that night, too afraid that it wouldn't come true if spoken aloud. I wished that I'd never have to live in a world you weren't apart of, that we would always be together. That moment filled me with joy, it still does, but it also leaves me with an ache of regret.

I regret not telling you about my wish, because it didn't come true anyway.

Day 3,708

The day you left my life was exactly like the day you'd entered it. Swift and unexpected. We were searching like normal, when we came across something... unusual.

"The sun's starting to set, let's head back," I shouted.

You trailed a few paces behind me. "Let's go a bit further. This is a new area so I want to be as thorough as possible." You said, slightly out of breath. We'd been traveling all day, but you refused to call it quits just yet.

I whined at your answer. "Well, let's make it quick. I'm starving! Speaking of... what's for dinner?"

You released a breathy laugh at the question. You were used to me asking it nearly every day. "Well, we still some rabbit left. Let's eat-ah! (Y/n) watch out!!"

I vaugely recall the feeling of stepping on something. A split second after, I felt you push me. I hit the ground as yellow mist filled my vision. It exploded out the ground with you at the center of where I just stood.

"IZUKU! Shit!" I clawed my backpack off and dumped its contents. I scrambled for our masks and slapped one around my head as soon as they were found. Without hesitation, I took the other and ran back in the mist. You were on your hands and knees, struggling to hold your breath. "Here! Put it on!"

I forced the mask over your head as quickly as I could. I tried to ignore it, tried not to notice, but I could tell your movements were already getting sluggish. You crumbled to the ground, eyelids heavy.

"I didn't know... there where Puffer Shrooms around here," you uttered, voice trembling. "Are you ok?"

"Forget about me! You're always putting me first, now look at you!"

A painful chuckle slipped past your lips fogging the mask. "Sorry, I... panicked. I'm sorry (y/n), but I think I... breathed some in. I'm starting to... lose feeling in my legs."

"...Shut up. I have to get you out of here, come on." I gripped your collar trying to force you up.

"(Y/n) stop, I can't-"

"Shut up! Yes you can! I'm getting you out of here!"

"(Y/n)..." You brought your hand to my cheek, swiping your thumb against it gently. "You're crying."

Tears leaked from eyes one after the other. My breath stuttered and my voice broke. "Of course I'm crying, the person I love is dying right in front of me," I sobbed into your chest. You placed a hand on my head, smiling still. "Please, please Izuku. You can't leave me! I can't- don't leave me here alone! Please!"

Your breath grew more labored "I'm right here... not going anywhere."

The wind blew past our figures, spreading the mist. I held on to you as my tears continued to soak your shirt. My world was falling apart for the second time, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I racked my brain, desperate for a solution. The thought of losing you was just... too much. I was willing to do anything, give anything so we could stay together.

"You won't leave me," I whispered. I lifted my head and gazed down at you. "I won't let you die alone, Izuku. We'll go together, okay?"

Your eyes widened in horror as you watched me reach for my mask. You immediately slapped a hand over mine. "Don't!" You pulled me down beside you with what remained of your strength. "Don't do it, (y/n), please... You have to live... for me."

"How am I supposed to live without you?! I need you," I cried. I curled into your side, my fist clenching at the fabric of your scarf.

"You just have to... keep searching. I'm sure... you'll find someone again."

I choked on my cries, unable to argue. I eventually relented to your wishes and settled beside you, refusing to leave. You kept growing weaker, despite doing your best to hide the swelling pain that was surely taking root in your lungs. You were the one losing strength. You were the one dying, yet you spent your final moments comforting me. You wrapped an arm around me, fingers caressing me as you whispered reassurances over and over...

"It's gonna be okay... everything's gonna be okay... love you so much, I promise you'll be okay... It's gonna be... it's gonna, you'll be..."

until your last breath. Your rib cage stopped expanding, your fingers stilled on my arm, and my body shook viciously with sobs.

The Puffer Shroom. One of many fungi that mutated as a result of the incident. Its defense system, the mist, activates when exposed to any form of shock. The slightest inhalation spells demise for anything unfortunate enough to be near it.

A fucking mushroom. One tinier than the size of my pinky. That's what took you from me.

Day 3,724

I was a mess, to say the least. Each day I woke up without you by my side was another day filled with agony. I wasn't eating properly and I could hardly sleep. That day looped endlessly in mind, over, and over, and over again. I started disecting the memory. If I'd been more careful or if I'd just payed attention, would you still be here? Was your death preventable? Or would you have succumbed to a different fate regardless?

Your face, your voice, your warmth. I missed everything about you. The pain of missing you was torture.

I sat huddled against a wall inside an abandoned house, my supplies scattered around me. I stared out at the open space, gaze unfocused, eyes dimmed. Your bright yellow scarf rested around my neck. It wrapped me in what was left of your scent. I clung to it.

I don't remember how long I stayed there, staring off into nothing. I just know that at some point my eyes fell on the knife peaking out among my things. The cold silver gleamed subtlety as if teasing me, daring me. I excepted.

Heavy metal rested in my palms. The point aimed at the center of my chest. My grip was firm, steady. I wasn't worried because the thought of seeing you again was worth any pain I might endure along the way. My eyes fell shut. I was ready. Then, a sudden warmth encapsulated my hands. Familiar and gentle, I recognized it immediately. My eyes snapped open, expecting to see you.

Nothing. The same empty living room greeted me once again. My vision blurred as tears welled up. The knife clattered to the ground. I curled in on myself in a heap of heavy sobs.

"Izuku..."

Day 3,773

I was back in Musutafu, scavenging for supplies. I'd discovered the entrance to an underground bunker and searched it in the hopes of finding survivors. The bunker was empty, yet filled with supplies. Shelves upon shelves of water and canned food lied untouched. If someone was here, there was no trace of them. It felt like they had prepared to use this place but never actually made it. It was a score regardless.

I dug out my map and began to mark my location. This place would now be a reliable "refill" station. It'd be a shame to forget where it was. I then took a few moments to browse the shelves, tossing anything I was low on in my bag. I zipped up the largest compartment ready to leave, when the faint sound of scraping metal stopped me. I wandered down a hall, following the sound.

"This is stupid," I told myself. That noise could've been anything. The unexplainable sounds of an abandoned shelter, a fat rat that knocked someting over, anything! And yet... I pressed forward.

The bunker was huge. The halls branched out and stretched on and on. It was becoming a maze, and I feared getting lost if I continued. I glanced back at the way came, carefully taking a mental note of every turn.

I soon happened upon a sleeping quarter of sorts. Foldable sleeping mats lined the walls on elevated shelves. Blankets and pillows lied stacked and folded nearby. It seemed like a normal room, aside from the one sleeping mat that lay unfolded in a corner. I stepped closer, keeping quiet for some reason. I could see several cans of food near the mat. One of them was an empty can of tuna. I bent down taking a closer look. The distinct smell hit my nose as I brought the can to my face. The inside was still lined with juicy remains of the fish.

'This was opened recently.' Then I remembered the sound that drew me here in the first place. "Metal," I whispered.

I stood up and carefully surveyed the room. "Is someone here?"

My ears picked up a small gasp. It came from the closet. I slowly stride over, my heart pounding. My hands grabbed the handles before slamming the doors open.

"AAH!" A girl no older then seven or eight waved a knife around wildly. She kept her eyes shut tightly as her arm swung the blade back and forth. "Get away! Don't come near me!"

"Woah! Hey! Relax! Open your eyes! I'm not going to hurt you!" I shouted in a panic.

She refused to listen, swiping the weapon every which way. I watched her movements for second before jumping to grab her arm. I snatched the knife from her small hand and tossed it across the room. "Knock it off! You're going to hurt yourself with that thing." She breathed heavily, her bold red eyes wet, staring at me in shock. "I'm not going to hurt you, see?" I lifted my hands in a sign of surrender. "Now, are you gonna tell why you're here by yourself? Have you been alone this whole time?"

The girl froze at the question. Her hands clutched at the sides of her dress. She whined as more tears escaped her eyes. Suddenly, she tackled me, her arms wrapping around my waist as she cried into my stomach.

"M-my parents left a few days ago b-but they never came back! I want to look for them... but I'm scared!"

I took her shoulders and crouched down to look her in the eyes. "Hey, it's okay. I'll help you find your parents. I won't leave you alone, okay?" The girl sniffled but nods her head. "My name's (y/n). What about you? What's your name?"

"I'm E-Eri," she said slowly.

I patted her small head and smiled. 'I actually managed to find someone. You were right, Izuku.'

"It's nice to meet you, Eri-chan."

Day 2,252

The pair huddled around the small cake, ready to blow out the candle. They closed their eyes at the same time, but Izuku quickly opened his a second after. He let his gaze drift over (y/n)'s calm features as she made a wish. The boy was absolutely enamored with her.

Izuku didn't feel the need to wish for anything. Life was less than perfect but he enjoyed it with (y/n). He already had everything he needed, but the more he stared at her, the more his thoughts churned. Well, maybe there was one thing he could ask for.

His eyelids fell and he blew out the candle with (y/n).

'Please always let me protect her.'

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Oof, there were a lot of tears for this one. I was all in my feelings.

This "winter" storm has the weather conditions in Texas all over the place rn. There's always an overcast and it's super rainy, windy, and gloomy. It's giving "end of the world" vibes and it's what initially inspired me to make this one-shot. I hope you guys liked it!

Also just finished watching the last episode of mha and I'm crying in the club 😭

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Thank you MHA writers ❤️

MHA was a show that brought me back into the anime space when I hadn’t watched in years. I remember feeling so annoyed seeing Izuku cry as I binged the show during the start of covid. And now I am the one crying as the series comes to a close. (As much as I’m in denial)

Aside from the show, reading MHA fanfics and listening to audios that talented people could voice as the character, pulled me through the isolation of COVID and personal difficulties I faced in my life. Your stories gave me a place of escape, comfort and laughter.

I know usually when the anime comes out, there’s the inspiration of stories and chapters coming out in tsunamis, I hope even with the show being over, those that write still continue to do so. The impact your writing has on so many people goes so beyond what you ever could imagine! I know comments and likes fuel you, for years I was just a lurking reader, while many may not be vocal, you’re still being cheered for and appreciated.

Thank you for your stories! Thank you for all that you do!

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I wanted to leave a comment on this post but they're blocked for some reason! Either way, this is super sweet so I just had to reblog it. I'm still fairly new to writing for MHA, but I love the show all the same! Thank you for the kind words and thank you to everyone, writers and readers, who make this community a positive, happy, and safe space for everyone!

~ Zumoshi ♡

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MHA | Husband! Izuku X Golden Retriever Wife! Reader

Summary: You can't stop yourself from fawning over everything your husband does! | CW: Soft hours open | 750 words

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It's no secret that you and your husband are constantly dotting on each other. All of your friends say the same thing; that you and Izuku are two golden retrievers that found each other. Always loving, always affectionate. You shamelessly agree, but your husband would say that you are... well, extreme.

For you, it's more than just casual admiration. It's borderline obsession. You just love every single thing about Izuku! No matter how miniscule, domestic, or ordinary it might seem to someone else. From the day you first laid eyes on the shy, freckled man you could only view him through a rose tinted glass. He was everything you could've wished for and more! To you, he had no flaws. To you, he was perfect.

= Everyday you wake up to see your handsome spouse sleeping peacefully beside you, you fall in love all over again. You feel your heart throb the same way it did when you first met. You calmly watch his soft expression in the morning light. Izuku's sleepy eyes crack open to meet yours. He smiles lazily.

"How are you so handsome," you whisper before pouncing on him. You pepper his face with kisses as he simply holds you tight.

"Hehe, good morning to you, too."

= Every time something needs to be opened, you make Izuku help you. It doesn't matter what it is: jars, cans, bottled drinks. You could easily do it yourself and your husband knows it. Still, he never complains when you hand him something. You stand by, watching those toned muscles of his flex for a second. Like a pup, you grow jittery, unable to contain yourself.

"There you go," he says, handing you the open jar of honey.

You ignore it and instead wrap your hands around his bicep and bite him. Izuku jumps, unable to pull away lest he drop the jar. A faint blush grows on his cheeks. "Ah! You always scare me when you do that," he huffs.

"Sorry~" you say happily after pulling back.

= You and izuku had just come back from grocery shopping. Each and every time you offer to help him carry in the bags he either stubbornly refuses or gives you the lightest item. Today, he declines your help with a simple, "I got it, honey!" His grins in content as you watch him load bag after bag on his arms and hands, both limbs covered in hanging plastic. "See? Easy peasy!"

As soon as Izuku turns around to carry them in, you jump on his back in a surprise attack. Your arms settle around his neck, your legs around his waist. The man is shocked but his form is unwavering beneath you. He doesn't buckle in the slightest.

"Still easy?" You taunt.

Izuku chuckles at your antics. You always manage to keep him on his toes. "This is nothing for me," he says with a rare air of cockiness.

"I guess you're number one for a reason, huh? My husband is so strong!" You say nuzzling his cheek.

"You're full of energy today, honey."

= Between you and Izuku you both knew you were the better cook. Despite this fact, your husband would always do his best to put a meal together for you whenever you didn't quite feel like getting in the kitchen yourself. Tonight he made a simple curry with rice. And while it may not have been as good as anything you could've thrown together, you still praise him to the moon and back. You eat a spoonful before letting your utensil clatter against the bowl. You pinch the bridge of your nose while sighing deeply. This alarms Izuku.

"W-what's wrong? Does it taste weird?"

"How did I get so lucky? Not only am I married to the best guy in the world, I'm also married to the best cook!" You express as you eat another bite.

You clap happily while doing a little dance in your seat. Izuki sighs, relieved.

= Later that night, Izuku holds you close as you drift to sleep. This time he's the one watching you. He thanks every deity in the universe for blessing him with such an amazing partner. He couldn't ask for anything more. Everything he could ever want lay softly in his arms. Izuku kisses your head and closes his eyes.

"I'm the lucky one ♡"

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My Hero Academia

Midoriya Izuku

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Mean in Pink | Despite your love for all things pretty and pink you've got a mean streak, only able to quell your fiery attitude for the green haired cutey in your class.

Rest Easy | Your caring boyfriend takes some time off work to nurse you back to health.

The Exception | Class 1A continues to face your blatant favoritism for Deku.

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Hi again! I found the Shoto story and I thought it was really great! You did an awesome job capturing Shoto's emotional turmoil with his family drama and hatred for Enji. The set up for him running away was amazing as was his early days out on his own. I thought it was cool getting to see him reside in a church shelter for a bit. Though I will admit I was saddened to see that he was caught. Either way, I still enjoyed it and I thought you did a wonderful job writing it. Thank you for writing this story for me. :3

Hi midnight! (Sorry for the late reply T-T)

Thank you for the feedback! I'm so glad you enjoyed the story despite the bitter ending. I did try to think of ways Shoto could have successfully gotten away, but because of his young age, I think it would've been difficult for him to get far. Given his circumstances, I couldn't come up with something that felt realistic enough 😔

Either way, it was a nice little challenge for me so thank you for requesting!