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I LOVE THE THEME SOSOSO MUCH (´꒳`)♡
thank uuu riu (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) i definitely didn’t lose sleep over it!
BLOOOMM NEW THEME IS LITERALLY SO CUTE I think u Gen read my mind I was upstairs complaining to my dad abt how I wanted strawberries and he was like they’re not in season??? Like it was blank fucking stare and I was lowk kinda tantrumming (sue me) Bcs I REALLY WANTED STRAWBERRIES I think we’re on the same frequency and my point is I love the new theme 😚😚
thank youu peeachhhyy 😇😇😇
we are definitely on the same frequency and yk what! i’m gonna personally change the climate and season of the earth so that u can get ur strawberries very cus u deserve it!
The W in Katsuki stand for Workaholic
GUYS. what do we think about you and sero cutting out hearts from pieces of pink paper and writing insults on them with little hearts doodled all over and then giving them to eachother as an inside joke. sero discreetly slides a pink heart with "you're so stupid you couldn't find yourself in a mirror" and a kissy face doodle scribbled on it and slides it onto your desk during class while looking at anything that isn't you and you cover your mouth to stifle a giggle when you read it. during training you walk up to sero and slam a pink paper heart into his hands that you wrote "im going to beat you to death with hammers" on followed by a doodle of a smiley face and a hammer and then you walk away. he physically can't hide his smile when he reads it. you both keep a pile of every heart insult note you received from the other in one of the drawers in your rooms.
denki x “weird”, funny extroverted reader who sometimes makes dirty jokes
fem/gen reader
headcanons/drabble?
you make me blush ₊˚ෆ
contains: suggestive jokes
authors note: thank you for requesting! i hope this is what you had in mind!! this is the first req ive ever done ( ˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵) i loveee denki and whenever i write for him it just makes me giggle
you and denki kaminari were a perfect pair — both extroverted, funny, and got along with everyone. although you were a bit more chaotic and unhinged than him, denki adored you. but he wasn’t the biggest fan of how shy you made him feel, like a nervous middle school boy.
at every social event, you knew everyone, bouncing from one conversation to the next. people gathered around you, laughing at your jokes. he couldn’t help but watch in awe, thinking, "that's my girl." you were like a magnet, drawing everyone in effortlessly.
during karaoke night, you volunteered to sing first and dedicated a corny love song to him. denki blushed, scratching his head nervously but loved every second. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, flustered but charmed.
you also had a habit of flirting with him at the strangest times, like when you were training together. both of you were out of breath when you teased, “y’know, we could always improve our stamina by doing something else.” denki froze, bright red. “w-what? do you mean…?” he stammered, brain short-circuiting.
or when you were assigned a project together, playfully asking, “how about we go to your dorm tonight and work on the project?” you shot him that grin, looking at him like he was dessert. it took him a moment to process, but when it clicked, he was beyond excited. “seriously?” he asked, bouncing on his feet, hoping you weren’t teasing him.
you squeezed his hand, laughing at how adorable he was. “yeah, I’m serious,” you said. “unless you’re scared?”
“scared?!” he exclaimed, puffing out his chest. “pfftt.. im not scared.”
that night, in his dorm, with half the project undone and the rest forgotten, denki couldn’t help but feel lucky. chaotic and unpredictable — but you were exactly what he needed. despite how nervous you made him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
you were everything he could ask for, and denki loved you — exactly the way you were.
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when window shopping at the mall with your boyfriend hanta sero takes a unexpected turn
contains: f!reader, minor drug use, established relationship, fluff
authors note: this is shorter than i wanted it to be </3
word count: 1010
hanta doesn’t know how he ended up here.
it was supposed to be a casual saturday with this favorite girl in the world.
when you suggested that the two of you take a trip to the mall, mostly so you could window shop, —while he secretly kept a mental note of everything that caught your eye for later reference —he had no right to say no.
and when you also suggested taking the edibles that had been sitting at the bottom of the junk drawer for two days and eating them right before the mall trip his heart melted. he’s definitely with the right girl.
okay, so maybe hanta does know how he got here.
but this.. this is new, uncharted territory for him. for the both of you.
hanta adjusted his half slouched position, careful not to possibly mess up the intricate stitching on the cushions or accidently stain the elegant rug beneath his beat up adidas sambas.
the room was fairly spacious. beside him a wide full length mirror, was two thinner mirrors protruding from its side— which he (correctly) assumed was used to check yourself out from multiple angles. two lights hung from the top of the mirrors, shining down onto the pedestal in front the mirror like a dedicated spotlight.
before him was a white curtain. and behind it—
“hanta..” you called from behind the mysteriously alluring sheet, sounding unlawfully similar to a sorcerer casting a lovebound spell.
he blinked out of his over observant trance, skin glowing warm as a reaction to your voice.
fifteen minutes ago, he was sharing a beautifully buttery soft pretzel with you. ten minutes ago you pointed out a particular shop, one he had never even noticed before.
“come on hanta! it’ll be fun!” you pleaded.
and call hanta a sucker (because he is one) but he didn’t even give it a second— or first, really —thought.
he’ll blame the weed for that later.
you spend a while with the consultant at the front desk where hanta learned that you’re a concerningly good liar.
and now here he was. long fingers pulling back the curtain in which you stood behind.
“help me with the back?” you glanced back at him, hair tossed to one side of your neck as you held the dress up in front to prevent it from slipping down.
hanta nodded cautiously, taking a careful step toward you.
“7 years?” hanta teased, recalling your conversation with the worker as he took a stance behind you. the familiar warmth from his hands instantly radiated your skin as he kept a firm, but delicate, grip on your back. his fingertips pressed into the blades of your shoulders and you heard a soft zurrrt admitting from the zipper.
you grinned, “call me a prophecy.”
a small laugh escaped hanta lips and your smile grew wider. you now realized how the edible made everything feel softer— like the edges of the world had blurred just enough to allow the good moments to sink in deeper.
hanta took a step back, hand slowly departing from you. his eyes scanned down your body slowly like he didn’t wanna forget anything about the way you looked right in this instant. “you—“ he paused to cough away the slight raspy in his voice, “you should look.” he gestured back out toward the spotlight of the dressing room.
you nodded, picking up the dress from its sides and waddling out from behind the curtain onto the lit up pedestal. when your gaze finally met your own in the mirrors reflection, you stilted.
the dress was simple, strapless, and effortlessly elegant— soft fabric flowing down in gentle waves that brushed the floor like a sea's daily meetings with its shore. lace details traced the bodice and edged the hem. the white fabric sparkled, like it was made to bask in the sunlight and flow to the rhythm of slow dances.
like it was made for you.
“woah.” your voice was submerged in awe. you were careful, ghosting the tips of your fingers over the material of the dress, not wanting to risk messing it up.
you’ve never seen yourself like this before, never really imagine it either. there’s a feeling of wonder fluttering beneath the surface of your skin, flickers of questions tickling your consciousness along with it. it felt so good in a way you couldn’t quite describe with just words.
“yeah.” hanta spoke up from close behind you. his eyes followed the trail of the wedding dress as he took a step closer, rubbing a hand over his mouth to hide the stupid grin spreading across his face. “am i supposed to be seeing this?” he joked lightly. his hands found themselves comfortably on the small dip at your hip, his head leaning beside your temple as he looked at you through the mirror.
“you’re not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony..” you played along, hoping it would help you calm down from the fact that you felt like an literal angel.
“hm, i see why.” hanta’s grip on you tightened, just barely. his voice dropped, coated in a soft layer of truth. “you look beautiful. so unbelievably beautiful.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, then the tip of your ear, and then took a step back. “now you gotta spin for me.” he said, grinning ear to ear. “come on babe.”
you rolled your eyes but complied, picking up the sides of the gown and granting your lovestruck boyfriend the full 360 view.
within a second, hanta’s hands were on you again, head buried in the crook of your neck as he held you close. you could feel the way his lips quirked up on your skin as he muttered a quiet, “insane.”
maybe this moment, this dress, belonged to some future version of you— to both of you.
maybe hanta didn’t know exactly how he managed to get with the girl of his dreams. and he definitely didn’t how he’d get to a more official version of this moment in the future.
and maybe this moment wasn’t destined or now, but it was for later, and hanta knew that for sure.
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THIS IS BLASPHEMY NOT TOOO MUCH ON MY NAME NOWWW
ok fine! 🙄 i’ll text oikawa for the pics rn yk cus i got his number and what not
WHERE ARE THE OIKAWA OILED UP IN SWEAT GYM PHOTOS DID YOU LIE TO ME.
one minute response time is so funny i’m giggling
WHERE ARE THE OIKAWA OILED UP IN SWEAT GYM PHOTOS DID YOU LIE TO ME.
one minute response time is so funny i’m giggling
i will stalk ur profile if youre lying to me expect me in your vents tonight
heheh hi bloom did you ever see my request about the reader being the mha men’s gym crush😢
yes i did!
i actually started writing it a whillle back but couldn’t quite figure out how i wanted it to go and got distracted with other ideas so i’m sorry 😣
i’ll post it within the next week! and i’ll try my best to include bakugo since u waited for so long :)
i know ill find you one day .ᐟ
based off of this song
touya todoroki, your beloved childhood best friend, had passed away when you were just eleven. or at least, that’s what you were told. when the incident happened,, when he was assumed dead — you were devastated. he wasn’t just your best friend; he was your partner in crime, your safe place, and most importantly, your first love.
his loss changed everything. in the aftermath, you grew closer to the todoroki family. his mother welcomed you with open arms, holding you through nights when grief crawled into your chest and made it hard to breathe. she understood your pain in a way no one else could. you missed him deeply.
when you and touya first met, he’d confided in you, shared things he hadn’t even told his siblings. the bond had been instant — two broken kids finding comfort in each other’s company. you tried your best to understand the pain his father put him through, even if it was too big for either of you to make sense of. you made it your mission to bring joy into his life, even if just in little pieces. you wanted to remind him what being a kid was supposed to feel like.
but looking back, you both were doomed from the start.
so when it was reported that dabi — the infamous member of the league of villains — was actually touya todoroki... your touya todoroki… the world around you tilted.
you cried. a lot.
some tears were born from grief, others from joy, and many from sheer disbelief. it felt unreal, like someone had ripped open a wound you’d spent years trying to stitch shut.
anxiety coursed through your veins.
was it really him? was he still the same boy you had loved? did he even remember you? what if he was nothing like the touya you knew?
those thoughts haunted you for weeks. it wasn’t until recently that you learned he’d been placed in a rehab facility — something about endeavor pulling strings to lessen his punishment. trying to save his appearance.
truthfully, touya had never stopped thinking about you either. through the years, your memory followed him like a ghost. sometimes soft. sometimes aching. but always there.
he wondered about you often.
did you hate him? had you moved on? what if you didn’t recognize him — what if all you saw now was the monster he became?
but the moment he was cleared and able to return home, the first thing he asked about was you.
when you got the news he was home, you waited. longer than you wanted to. fear kept you stuck in place. anticipation and doubt battled inside your chest every time you thought about seeing him again.
when you finally did, it was nothing short of bittersweet.
his eyes met yours, and they still held that same quiet intensity—the same storm you used to see in them as kids. you ran to him before your mind could catch up, and he immediately melted into you, arms wrapping around your frame like he needed to make sure you were real.
he whispered over and over, “m’ sorry,” and “missed you s’ much,” voice cracking with every word.
it didn’t feel real. and yet, it felt like coming home.
the two of you talked for hours, and it was like no time had passed at all.
of course, the elephant in the room remained — he had become a villain. he had done things you couldn’t ignore. and he feared you'd look at him differently, that you'd be repulsed. but you couldn’t hate him. not even if you tried.
you weren’t going to pretend nothing had happened, but you also weren’t going to hold his past against him. you knew his trauma ran deep, that the pain that turned him into dabi was never his fault to begin with.
all you wanted now was to show him he was still the boy you loved.
you started coming around every day. on some nights, you stayed over — afraid that if you left, you might lose him all over again. he was still hesitant, still unable to believe someone could love him after everything.
but you were patient.
because underneath the pain, the scars, the fire and ash, he was still touya. still your touya.
one night, as you laid beside him, tracing the burns on his arm with the tips of your fingers, he whispered something so soft you almost missed it.
“when i left... i didn’t know where i was going. i didn’t know who i was gonna become. but even back then... i told myself, i know i’ll find you one day. and here you are.”
you blinked back tears and pressed your forehead to his —looking at him like he never stopped being yours.
it wasn’t perfect. there were still doubts. still moments of silence that stretched too long. still nightmares he didn’t talk about and questions you didn’t always ask.
but now that you finally made your way back to each other, you both knew — you were going to be okay.
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sero post tmr !!!! i repeat hanta sero post tmr !!!!!
father daughter bonding time
dream girl .ᐟ
featuring, denki kaminari
denki kaminari swore up and down you were his dream girl. ever since the day he met you, he knew he was doomed from the start. you were so cool in his eyes, and somehow everything about you seemed to impress him.
but what he didn’t know was how much you would take over his life. sure, he liked you, but he didn’t anticipate how much it would affect him. how you managed to slip into his mind 24/7. how he would pick up your silly mannerisms and habits. how he memorized your exact order at that little coffee shop downtown. or how he would ever so casually mention you to his friends, like "y/n watched that movie" or "oh! y/n likes that too." you were the only thing on his mind.
but contrary to popular belief, denki kaminari was horrible with girls. sure, he tried to pursue them, but did he have any luck other than being friend-zoned and labeled as the desperate funny type? sadly, no. so, he thought long and hard about how to confess to you, even going as far as contacting his mom and asking her what he should do. he wanted to do things right by you; he couldn’t mess this up.
so, when he showed up at your house with a bouquet of flowers and the candy you raved about, asking if you would be his girlfriend, he hoped for the best. he had held this off for weeks, too consumed by the nervousness. his palms were extremely sweaty, his legs felt like jello, and if he didn’t know any better, he was about to be friend-zoned. so when you started to giggle at his dorky smile and answered with the words he never thought he would hear, he was overjoyed. denki kaminari had gotten his dream girl.
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supposed to be starting my driving lessons but instead im drawing dumb idiots in love
i never consented to being a circle tumblr STOP
hi bloom i js wanna say thank you for always leaving such encouraging comments and words on everything i post 😭😭😭😭 it means a lot to me 😔💕💕💕
hii juno i literally love all of ur works. your writing style is beautifully balanced and fun n u eat down everytime mwah
pls never stop posting or i’ll actually die
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humans were told to be dangerous and evil! Yet you couldn't bring yourself to believe that, not when this one was so kind to you.
pairings : pirate!eijiro k. x mermaid!reader
genre : fluff
warnings : reader uses simplified language (example: "Eijiro want gift?" or "I bring gift!" MIGHT SOUND CRINGE IDK IM SORYYYYYY, pirate slangs used (a lot), reader is EXPLICITLY said to be female.
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4,6k word count!
The sea is vast.
An immense home to mysteries yet to be unfolded. Depths of stories to be told, and songs to be sung. Yet other than that, the sea is brutal. Jaws ready to clench down on whoever shall puff up their chests and voyage upon it. Even more so, beyond all its mysteries and horrors, the great blue held beauties inside it.
One of them, was you. Your kind. Mermaids.
Folk of the water roaming the vast seven seas, keeping the ocean lively and chattering. Most of it was probably you. You could never seem to satisfy the itch in your tail to swim, swim, and swim—exploring every crook and cranny of the coral reefs, poking your head at every cave just to be chased out by a shark or an electric eel. Yet one goal in your mind was to collect; collect those trinkets which sometimes seem to descend from heaven above.
Sometimes a ring, sometimes a bigger ring, large enough to fit through your wrist, other times, it was smaller, weird-shaped, yet not less beautiful. Maybe this was the way gods provide you, yet you’re unsure. Just to be safe–and to admire them, you keep these findings safely in your small den of treasure. A sanctuary you had made for these glimmering and shimmering things to be praised upon.
Humans are what your kind calls them.
Those peculiar creatures on the land above, somehow surviving without water filling up their air. You wonder how it feels up there, is it… not water-y? It’s strange! Do they not want to move faster? Why do they have to move that way?
Clumsy little creatures, you find yourself giggling at their silly movements. So slow, so adorable. Maybe you could teach them to swim. Sometimes you wonder—why do your elders always call them so…
Dangerous.
Your thoughts could never go peacefully—sometimes a fish would run into you to interrupt it, or sometimes a fellow mer-folk needed your help in harvesting the ripe seaweeds.
This time, a small pebble had hit your head.
Plink!
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“That–blige sucking buccaneer! I can ne’er catch a break!! What’re ya s’posed to do?! Throw away the whole ship?!” The boy grumbled, his eyes narrowed in frustration as his arms flailed forward to throw a small rock he had found.
“Why am I always at the blame?! He’s always speakin’ like he’s an old salt! We’re the same age, damnit!” He threw another rock, letting out a huff as his chin dug to his knees.
Plunk! Thunk!
At first the red haired didn’t notice it, kept his mouth rambling about the ship’s captain which he found oh-so frustrating, until–
Plunk!
“Ow—hey!!” His head darted to the back, yet finding no one.
“...What the..?” He muttered, softly now as if embarrassed for being angry at the air.
Then he continued, deciding to ignore the rock thrown to his head just now. His gaze met the water again, pouting as he picked up another rock.
“Can’t believe m’ stuck with em,”
He throws another one,
“if only a half decent job was here, I’d drag my ass out of this—!”
Then another one,
Plunk!
“Hey!!” Shooting up to his feet, he pointed to the ocean in anger. “Stop doin’ that, will ya?!”
But then a tail flicked up again, throwing back a pebble, this time hitting his chest. And now he was frozen in horror.
Eijiro was nothing but experienced. Three years of voyaging the sea, he’s seen almost all—fishes, birds, bird-fishes, but not this.
The tail was different, a large fish would be one thing but this? It was no fish. Not with those pair of curious eyes eyeing him from below the surface, grinning like he was the funniest thing in the world.
Without a second to hesitate, his first choice was to shout–yell, ducking down and scurrying his fingers as he found another larger rock, throwing it to the creature in fear, hoping that it’ll go away.
“Demon! Blasted—sea witch!!” He flailed his arm, his knees grew weak as he crawled back, a hand dragging him away from the dock while his other hand kept desperately throwing rocks, even grabbing handfuls of sand to the ocean.
“Get away!! Away, I say!!”
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Is this why they say they’re dangerous?
You giggled softly, raising yourself up the dock while your hands propped up as you peeked your head up, smiling to the human. Your claws gripped tight to the wood as you waved a hand to him, at least that’s how you see them greet each other.
Goodness, he was so loud! It’s so amusing to see him shout around like that—was he trying to say hello? Perhaps you should shout back?
You opened your mouth, grinning as you shouted back, mimicking his sound.
Yet the color from his face just seemed to drain completely.
He spoke again, his hands came together as he knelt down to the ground. He’s funny, you like him. Why was he frowning? As much as you know—when your sister was frowning it meant she was sad, distressed. Did you do that to him? Goodness, that’s not right…
So you dug back down, splashing into the water while your eyes already trained to the direction you knew too well, to your den—the shrine of where you kept all your treasures. Maybe if he sees something so shiny and beautiful, he shall smile again! Yes, yes, you shall pick for him a gift!
Your fingers scattered on each tip of your glistening objects, then your eyes found the perfect one—a small, yet long, and shining, sharp ends, it reminded you of his teeth. Peculiar human, his teeth looked like a shark’s!
With a wide smile, you pridefully swam back with the treasure in your hands, surely he would love this, and cherish it! Your tail swished rapidly, until you found the same dock again, towering over the surface as you peaked your head out the water again, finding him curiously calling upon the water.
You reached out a hand, softly tapping on his shoulder.
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“Gah–!!”
Eijiro threw himself back as the small yet sharp tap landed on his shoulder, his eyes darting from the creature’s face to her hand, still outstretched to him. Then it—she..?—smiled, grinning ear to ear as she lifted up a small fork, pointing to it while her eyes flickered from him to the fork.
“D-don’t eat me!! Please!!” He yelped, covering his face with his hands.
Then he heard a huff, some of that frustrated, disappointed huff as the creature placed down the fork, pointing to it with a small pout on her face, mumbling wordless noises as she pushed it to him, as if urging him to take it.
His hands slowly lowered, gaze turning to that of curiosity. “...For…me..?” He pointed to himself, face twisted into confusion.
Then she whined, throwing her arms up as she nodded, her finger pointing to him.
“...A fork…?” He chuckled, amusement filling up his voice. “You gave me…a fork?”
Then she nodded, still furrowing her brows in determination. “Fork, fork!!” Her finger still jabbing to the metallic object on the wood. “Fork!”
His lips finally curved up to a smile, chuckling again as he picked up the fork, “For me?” He asked, pointing to himself.
“Mm! Me!” She insisted, pointing to him as she nodded fervently, her eyes beamed with hope. “Me, me!!”
Eijiro chuckled, “No, not like that,” softly shaking his head as he slowly took her hand, though hesitating. He guided her finger to his chest, “Me,” then to herself, “You.”
“...Woo..?”
“No, silly, you,” He grinned, pointing to his mouth. “I’m Eijiro, you are…?”
“...Ah..?” She tilted her head, brows stitched back together in confusion. “E..row…?”
“Ei-ji-rou,”
Her fingers flew to her lips, touching them as if trying to mimic his movement. “Ee..jirou..?”
“Yes!! Yer gettin’ it!” He beamed up, nodding as he laughed in pride. “What’s your name?”
“...Yoo.. Eejirou,”
“Me…?”
“No, dummy,” Eijiro snickered, guiding her hand back to his chest. “Me, Eijiro. And you are…”
“Oh!”
She placed a finger on his chest “Eijiro,” then to herself, “Y/n!” Her grin was wider now, throwing her arms up in celebration as she twirled in the water, tail swishing up and down as she cheered.
“Eijiro! Y/n!!”
He chuckled softly, shifting himself to prop his arm up on his knee—his previous complainings forgotten so suddenly. Eijiro’s face bloomed a smile as he admired the silverware given by the strange creature, the surface reflecting back the orange hue of sunset. “Aye, Eijiro and y/n.” He hummed softly, drifting his gaze to the rejoicing new friend he had made.
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The next evening there it was again, a fork. Bigger this time, seemed newer too. As the dock creaked softly under his steps, Eijiro chuckled while he bent down to pick up the fork, only to be met with a small splash to his face and the sound of a sweet giggle.
“Eijiro!” You called out, smiling at his shocked face twisting into a playful grin. “Fork! You!” You chimed up, a pride look sitting in your eyes as you swam closer.
“Aye,” He snickered, lowering himself down to sit on the edge of the dock, letting his feet hang down to the water. “It’s big this time,” Lifting up the fork to the setting sun, he turned it slightly, admiring it. “Big, lassie. Big” He repeated, grinning to you.
“Big?” Tilting your head, you furrowed your brows. “Big.. fork?”
“Yes,” He chuckled as he nodded. “Big fork, indeed.”
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Waves brought many gifts upon the world, sometimes it was a small clump of corals, or sometimes bringing back what may have been lost. And so did you—you brought many gifts to Eijiro, a strange human whom you’ve made to smile. Nights you’ve spent with him by that same dock as he rambled on and you would nod as if you understood his words, yet you slowly did. You knew he was a pirate, whatever that was. He says he sails the seas, and that he likes to eat fish. You learned the word friend. That’s what he called you and other humans he knew.
One night, you returned again to the dock. Your heart thrummed with excitement with this gift. It’s the most-amazing-great-good one yet! A pearl cradled softly between your fingers as you clutched your hand tightly to your chest, pushing your tail a strong current to push you forward to that dock, where you could already see his feet hanging down to the water.
“Eijiro!” You piped up, beaming up from the water. “Gift, again! For you!!” Lifting the pearl up in the air, you swung it to his face as you shook it in front of him, which he chuckled softly in response. “What is that?” He asked, opening his palm for you.
“Uh…Ball!” You nodded, placing the delicate pearl to his grasp. “Shining ball!”
He froze as he eyed the small imperfect sphere, the moonlight danced upon the surface like rainbows. He breathed out a small huff of admiration, “...What..?”
“Oh no… Eijiro… don’t like..?”
“What?” He shot up, waving his hand around. “No, no! I like it, I love this, y/n”
“It’s a true beauty, lass. Thanks,” He smiled.
“Welcome,” You replied, propping yourself up the dock as you looked up at him.
“Where’d ya learn that one?”
With a proud smile, you pointed to him again. “Eijiro!”
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“Hail up the sails, Eijiro!!” Katsuki’s voice commanded gruffly, his hand busy with sharpening a small dagger to a stone.
“Aye!” He answered, rope already tight to his hands, the familiar dull pain of the small shreds of the material digging into his skin as he pulled the rope with a grunt. For a brief second as he pulled the rope, his eyes caught a glimpse of the dock, empty and no one there unlike the previous night. His gaze fell to the small pocket in his pants, tucked away inside was the small pearl he had received. His grip loosens.
“Eijiro!! Don’t ya try to run a rig!!” Katsuki scolded.
“Aye, captain, apologies.” He mumbled, tightening his grip again.
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The winds of the sea had never felt so familiar. As much as he said he hated being a pirate, he loved the sea. The seagulls whined by the air as the ship swerved through, the air slicing through the cracks of his fingers, thrumming by his ear as it blew by. The crew sang songs while they jumped around the deck, and he could only chuckle as he leaned against the wooden railings.
“Splice the mainbrace!” Denki chimed through, lifting up a glass of rum, its contents spilling over slightly as he did. “Eijiro, come join us!!”
“Now,” He smiled, “Careful, Den—don’t wanna be three sheets to the wind,”
Splish! Splash!
At first he didn’t notice it—the splashing noise beneath the ship’s smooth swerves.
Splish! Splash!
With the same smile he looked at Denki with, he flew his gaze to the water.
What in the…
Is that—... her tail…?
“Eijiro!!” Your sweet voice chimed.
His eyes widened, gripping the railings as he leaned down, trying to whisper-scream to you as best as he could, a finger over his lips. “Lass, ya can’t be out ‘ere!” He hissed, eyes darting back and forth from the crew to you. “Go away! Yer shark bait here!!” His hand waved away, pleading you to go and swim back.
“No, no!! I give you, a gift!” You smiled proudly, lifting up a small clam’s shell in your hand.
“I—that’s nice, y/n, but ya can’t be out here! Go!! Please!”
Then suddenly, Denki’s voice chimed behind him. “Woo!!” He laughed, slinging a drunken arm around the panicking boy.
“Eijiro found treasure!! Sea maiden, hoo!”
The crew scurried to the railings, whooping as they spotted your confused form still lifting up the clam shell. Eijiro’s eyes silently pleaded for you to go away while you had the chance, yet it was too late—not when Katsuki’s heavy steps came behind him.
Katsuki’s laugh rang through the air as he whooped, “Bring her up!! She’s worth gold, she is!!” He guffawed, shaking Eijiro with pride. “Bird’s eye, you’ve got, Eijiro!!”
“Wait—no, she’s not–!!”
“Hanta! Net!! The heavy one, that be!!” He commanded, pointing to the boy smiling widely near the ship’s stairs.
“Aye, captain!!” Hanta answered eagerly, saluting as he ran off to the ship’s hold.
“y/n, go!! Now, lass!! Please!!”
You froze, your smile stiffening as you saw the concern etched on his face. Your hand slowly lowered your gift, and before you could speak up again, the cheer of the crew and the shadow of a net descended upon you.
SNATCH!
What abomination was this? Every angle you looked at, there was no escape!
Your hands desperately clawed, chewed on the ropes, yet they were as good as steel.
Your tail hurts. Oh they hurt so badly, the metal scraps on the ropes sliced through your scales like small knives, to your shoulder, your back, everywhere.
A cry out of pain rang through the air, cheered on by the crew as they slowly lifted up your helpless form, heaving from your helpless attempts.
“Stop! Please!!” Eijiro’s voice shot through the cheer, yet unheard of. Hands slowly descended you onto the deck, sneering smiles lowering down upon you, and your eyes found him in betrayal.
“...Eijiro..?” You whimpered.
And yet he stayed still.
He… stayed… still!
Oh the irony. You’ve brought him many gifts, told him many tales, and shall this be how a friend treats the other? Your frown deepens as the crew slowly untangles you off the net.
“Get her into a barrel! I want her alive when we sell her off!! We’re feastin’ tomorrow, lads!!” Katsuki cheered, hugging Eijiro by his shoulder while the boy stayed silent. “You lucky bastard!!” He guffawed, slapping him by his side. “Capture us more of these fortunes, huh?”
Eijiro’s shoulder grew rigid. His jaw clenched as he watched the crew descend you into the ship’s hold.
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That night the stars heard of the crew’s cheer and songs. Harmonica echoed through the air as drunken rejoicing rang to the skies. And yet, between Denki’s drunken dance upon the deck, Mina’s loud and ringing laugh, and Jirou’s cheerful harmonica plowing with songs, Eijiro sat by, throwing a small laugh at every joke, yet his eyes seemed distant from them all.
“What’re we doin’ tonight, lads?!” Hanta roared a smile, lifting up a chug of rum to the air as his foot landed on a barrel’s top.
“Feast!! We’re rich tonight!!” Mina cheered.
He’s had enough.
With a slap of his knees, Eijiro shot up to his feet, slyly making his way to the ship’s hold, where the sound of water from the ocean felt near, and the sound of your cries reached his ears.
Down by a corner there you sat, bare backed turned to him, your shoulders jolting at every sob and breath you let by. You had the clam in your clasp, thumb running over it gently as if mourning what’s lost.
You were mourning, a friendship lost.
Perhaps this is why your elders say they were dangerous after all.
“y/n,” He croaked, the wood boards beneath his feet creaking as he stepped closer. “I—I didn’t mean for this to happen, lass. Truth, I tell ya,” His voice was quiet, careful.
You stayed silent, breathing silently as you ran your thumb across the small dent of the clam shell again.
“I’m sorry, y/n… I—I told them not to—”
“You don’t help, Eijiro.”
“...You stay, you let them.”
Eijiro’s mouth parted to speak, yet no words came by or even flashed through his mind.
“You’re not a friend, Eijiro.” You, with all your imperfect words, spat venom. “You’re enemy, danger.”
Then you finally turned to him, your eyes dry from your tears, face bruised and messed up from the haste of the crew. They held nothing that he wanted, not that glistening excitement, not that wide cheer he’s witnessed every time you learned a new word, not that shine of hope he always found in your eyes—nothing.
Betrayal shot through your eyes like wind through his hair this morning.
“I—I’ll fix this, y/n, please I–”
“No,” You muttered.
“Go away,”
“Enemy.” Your voice was hoarse, a reward from crying day to night, while your hand gripped tighter on the clam, before you slid it across the wood to his way.
“Gift, now go.”
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The night had fallen quiet, snores now caressed the cold air as the drunken crew lay asleep by the deck. Rum spilled all over the ship, yet no one cared to mop. Eijiro’s eyes lay awake as he stared to the sky, heart drumming against his chest while his eyes kept flickering to the stairs that descended to the ship’s lower level.
He’s sick of it. Sick of the feeling clawing at his chest like a beast. So he sat up, stumbling over crew members as he slowly made his way down, where you still sat there, the clam still sitting right where you had slid it across.
“...I’m sorry,” He whispered, kneeling down as he gently picked up the shell.
“I was not a good friend, lass.”
“Bad.” You muttered back.
“Yes, bad friend.” He smiled, a hand slowly reaching out to turn your chin to face him. “C’mere, lemme see what those scallywags did to ya,”
His fingers were warm across your beaten up skin, your eyes lingered to the ground before you reluctantly looked at him, a pout still present on your face.
He winced, “Those dogs,”
“They did ya rough, hm?” His thumb brushed gently across a bruise, earning a small whimper from you. “Sorry,” He muttered back.
A small pause fell upon the two of you while you stared at his dimly lit face, and he stared at yours.
Then his fist clenched, his brows furrowed as he pressed his lips to a thin line.
“I’m carryin’ you out, lass.”
Arose, he did. “I’m carryin’ you out.” He nodded, convincing himself as he lowered himself to you, a hand slipping beneath your tail while the other hoisted behind your shoulders. His touch was careful, cautious and fearful as if you were as fragile as a flower.
Slowly, the ship creaked as he stepped through, your tail dripping water as he tiptoed his way between his sleeping mates. Eijiro’s jaw was clenched at every small noise he had made. Afraid that he’d woken up his crew, or worse—his captain.
Just a little more, a little further to the edge, then he sat you down by the railing.
“Go, lass.” He whispered, hands gently keeping you in place by your shoulders.
“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?” His voice was soft, gentle, assuring.
“But—”
“I’ll meet ya again, y/n I—”
With a yank, a hand pulled Eijiro’s collar from behind. “Now, lass.” He smiled, pushing you off the railings before you could even reply.
“No!!! You— you dog!!!” Katsuki roared, letting go of his collar as he stared into the water, at the tail now swishing further away from the ship. “You traitor!! We needed that money, Eijiro!!”
With a frustrated grunt, Katsuki pushed himself off the railing, his breath heavy as he pointed a finger to Eijiro, “You— damn it!!!” Harshly, he yanked Eijiro by the collar again, forehead to forehead.
“Why the hell did you do that, huh!?” Katsuki seethed through his teeth, hot breath fanning to Eijiro’s neck, grabbing the collar tighter. With a snarl, he shook the boy. “Why?!”
“Ya did all that for what, lad? Huh?!”
“Just to please her pretty face and sweet words?! I swear—I’ll sink you down to the sharks, Eijiro.”
Finally, he let up. Letting Eijiro down on his feet again as he let go of his collar. A spit landed on Eijiro’s shoe, followed by Katsuki’s gruff muttering, “I’ll flog you off in the mornin’, just you wait.”
A small silence fell before Eijiro spoke up, his tone dark yet brave.
“I’ll flog you off harder.”
Katsuki paused in his steps. Then turned on his heel, a finger sharply pointing to him. “Don’t test me, Eijiro.”
“Oh, shiver me timbers!! Ya’ve done worse, Katsuki!!” Eijiro shouted, throwing his hands up in anger.
“Eijirou,” He threatened, stepping closer.
Then the red one stepped closer too, a scowl as deep as the ocean.
Chest to chest. It used to be a form of celebration between the two, yet now, with scowls carved into the curves and crooks of their faces, it was war.
Eijiro pressed closer. “I’ll test ya, Kats.”
“I’d rather be fish food than be a coward.” Sneer Eijiro, his mouth twitched up to a small smirk as he pushed Katsuki hard.
The blond huffed, wiping his thumb beneath his nose as he turned away.
"I’ll punch yer face off. Pray that yer spine’s as strong as yer mouth.”
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The sea hugged your skin again, caressing the small scars on your tail, your shoulders, your face—it kissed you like it always did.
Down beneath all the gurgles of the ocean, his voice echoed in your head—something you kind of understood.
“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?”
Your hands clasped around the clam again, its shell now warm from how much you’ve gripped it. Brows furrowing from confusion as you rose your head to the surface again, one last look of him, another voice was there.
It sounded like when you first met him—shouting.
So you swam back, back to where you used to always see him, back to where you learned those words, back to where it all began; the docks.
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The sun kissed his face like a bastard. The cuts on his cheek and his lips felt raw under the heat. His fists felt raw, hot from all the punches he’s thrown. The pain on his stomach didn’t go dull as well, it still pinched him by the side sharply.
Katsuki didn’t look any better, nose bleeding with thick blood down to his lip, an eye half shut, swollen like a plum.
Eijiro scoffed with pride, his breath heavy as he shook his hands, not turning his face away from the gaze of the crew.
“If yer still gonna be yappin’ off my ear, I’ll flog you off again, red.” Katsuki spat, wiping his nose as he straightened up his back.
He stood tall, flexing his shoulders off as he cracked his knuckles. “Still didn’t regret nothin’.” A smirk played on Eijiro’s lips as he said that, his teeth seeped red from his gums.
“Idiot, that’s what ye are! Throwin’ off gold like it didn’t cost nothin’!!” Katsuki growled, jabbing his finger to Eijiro’s chest.
“Gold don’t talk and cry, Kats!!” He roared back, shoving Katsuki’s chest harshly to the ground. “Ya can’t just kill off a soul like that!! We’re pirates, we ain’t killers!!”
“We’re pirates,” Katsuki echoed his words, quieter now. “We ain’t saints either, Eijiro.”
“Damn right we’re not,” Eijiro growled, stepping forward, he towered over him. “But there’s a line, Kats. There’s always been a line.”
The blond huffed, throwing his face away from Eijiro’s glare while his own eyes filled with something other than anger, something remorseful. He stood up, pushing past Eijiro, his steps heavy as he trudged through the wooden planks. “Whatever, set course for home.”
The crew stayed silent, everyone still held their breaths from their captain and crew fist to fist since morning.
“Oi!! Hear me or not?!” He growled past his shoulder.
“A-..Aye, capt!!”
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It had been two long days where you clutched the clam shell close to your heart, and not swam far from the docks. You waited for the same set of feet to dangle by in the water, or the same spiky-haired shadow to loom over you as you swam to the surface, yet he did not show.
“Frieeendd,” You drawled, groaning softly to the night air as you leaned your head to the dock’s soft wooden edges.
With a huff, you pushed yourself back into the water, splashing your tail softly to turn away from the water.
“Lass,” His hoarse voice called, tugging between a smile and a cough. While the sounds of his shoes dragged across the sand by his feet.
“E-..Eijiro? Eijiro!!” You beamed, smiling widely as you flapped your tail onto the water.
You waved your hand to him, drumming the dock as you giggled.
“Aye, the one n’ only,” He chuckled, broken and bruised. His legs stumbled as he slowly lowered himself down, groaning as his hand clutched to his stomach.
“You stayed, y/n.” He softly smiled.
Nodding, you smiled at him as your hand lifted the clam shell up. “Eijiro say.. come back,”
“So I wait,”
“I wait for.. friend.”
His grin grew, a breath of laugh passed through his lips as he gazed at you with tenderness. “We’re still friends?”
“Mhm!” You nodded.
“You, keep this,” You insisted, taking his hand to place the clam shell in it.
His smile passed to his eyes, “Thank you, lassie.”
“I love it,” He softly hummed, thumb brushing across the shell gently like it’s a treasure.
“Eijiro like? I have… uh… more! Yes, I have more!” You turned yourself to dip into the water, only for his hand to softly grip your wrist.
“No, no,”
“Stay, let’s uh… let’s just.. talk, hm?”
Your soft giggle rang through the air as you nodded, leaning your head down to the dock again as you looked up at him. A hand reached out to his bruised face. “You… uh…”
“What is… uh… oh, hurt! Yes, you… you’re hurt,”
He chuckled, ever the slightest, his face inched closer to your hand. “Aye, I did. Just a scrap.”
“Scrap?”
“Mhm, just… small hurt,” He smiled, simplifying his words.
“Careful,” You mumbled, your finger still slowly tracing his bruise.
With a nod, he responded. “I will, lass. I was fightin’ for ya, y’know?”
“For my friend.”
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