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MORE KIRI STUFF YOU WRITE HIM AMAZINGGGG
⋆˚࿔ an orchid’s pollen
just as you find your artistic inspirations running low, a sweet flower boy sweeps in and gives you a new perspective on things.
contains: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, fluff, written + smau!!
authors note: thank u sm for the request AND compliment?? omg ur spoiling me 🤗 anywho i love kiri and i’ve had this idea for a minute now i’m soo happy i finally came around to writing it. this is for all the students or artist that are struggling rn :) u got this !!
word count: 2.8k
wandering. that’s what you were doing. wandering and pondering.
the new school semester had left you with a fresh start; a clean canvas that you could fill however you wanted. the question was, what did you want?
even though you didn’t want to admit it, the evidence was there; you were slowly dwindling into an artist block. your motivation was low, school assignments being the only thing encouraging you to pick up your paint brush everyday.
you groaned, your feet heavy on the pavement. anyone passing would undoubtedly see your pained expression.
some ancient reddit post you’d read this morning said a change of scenery could “spark your creativity”. what a load of crap.
though you couldn’t deny, it was a pretty nice day out.
you found yourself in a boldly decorated plaza that you somehow never knew was so close to your campus. there was a slight breeze, but it was a warm, comforting one. fairy lights hung from the tall rising lamp posts, lighting up the smooth stone path under the soles of your shoes. beside the lights were mini pink banners printed with flowers, which you knew represented the spring flowers blooming. most shops had large windows, showing whatever it was they were selling on the display shelves.
you scanned the side of the street you are on; a cafe, an antique shop, a bakery, another cafe. yeah, you weren’t feeling inspired. if anything you were feeling hungry.
you moved your gaze to the other side of the street. more cafes, a clothing shop, and—.
a glimpse of a colorfully embellished shop caught your attention, managing to stand out on the already brightly decorated street.
you picked up your pace, trying to get a clear view of the window.
exploding with color were flowers planted on the window sill. there was a fair arrangement of different types of flowers with delicate shades of every color you could think of. roses, tulips, lilies. baby blue, lavender purple, golden yellow.
your eyes widened, maybe that reddit post wasn’t lying after all.
you quickly ran across the street.
now, in front of the shop, you could see how pretty the flowers really were. their petals were shooting towards the sky, clearly having been grown in amazing conditions.
you stared at the plants in awe for a moment. the petals seemed to speak back. your breath hitched and something sparked. you moved to pull out your phone, wanting to ensure you wouldn’t miss this perfect canvas opportunity. but before you could, a soft voice spoke up.
“hello! could i help you with anything?”
your body stiffened at the sudden disturbance. you looked over to where the voice had come from.
your eyes locked onto red ones.
the pair of eyes belonged to a boy who seemed to be around your age. he had bright red hair that stopped right below his chin though the back seemed to be longer, grazing along his nape. he had a sharp toothy grin plastered on his face, complimenting his soft eyes. you took notice in how he look just slightly disheveled, dirt speckled on his elbows and a thin line of sweat coating his forehead.
the green apron tied around his waist— which seemed to just barely wrap around his large figure —read: “daichi’s flowers”. the pockets of his apron seemed to be stuffed with hand tools; a white pair of what you assumed were gardening gloves, a scruffy towel, a pair of pruning shears, and a pack of seeds that you couldn’t quite make out the name of.
you realized how weird you must i’ve looked gawking at the flowers from outside the shop.
“sorry! did i scare you?” the red haired boy brought his hand to the back of his hand, rubbing it awkwardly as he smiled apologetically.
you then realized you hadn’t replied to his first question.
“oh— no! i mean— it’s fine.” you sputtered stupidly. nice going. “i was just browsing..” you attempted to justify.
“would you like to browse inside?”
your eyes narrowed, “welll…”
the inside of the shop smelt like heaven, a mix of pollen and a fruity incense hanging in the air. it only made sense but there were flowers everywhere. hydrangeas in mini clay pots, shrubs hanging from the ceiling, even lotus flowers floating around in little glass bowls.
the shop glowed with a fluorescent yellow undertone, courtesy of the lantern shaded lights. music from a japanese pop band you didn’t know the name of played softly from the speakers above. the excessive amount of flowers led to simple decor, just a couple of paintings and photographs hung up on the walls. your shoes clunked against the white oak floor. it was really nice.
the employee hovered close behind you, not-so-subtle observing your every move.
you shrugged it off and made your way to the right wall of the store— which was right beside the window display. there, they had different types of flowers neatly organized into wooden crates. taped onto each crate was a piece of paper with the name of the flower written and a short description. you leaned in, reading the script for the first crate of flowers lined up against the wall.
chrysanthemum — for fidelity, joy, and long life.
you tapped your finger against your hip. flowers have specific intentions?
you read on.
ranunculus —- for radiant charm and attractiveness.
dark center poppies — for beauty, magic, and eternal life.
“they’re pretty cool right? mr daichi works really had to make sure all the flower bloom properly.” the boy chirped from behind your shoulder.
you straighten your posture and turn to face the boy. when you saw his grinning face— the way his smile hadn’t seemed to falter since you first encountered him —you felt something strange curl up in your chest.
“…yeah.” you simply replied, too stifled to say much more.
he didn’t allow silence to take up your interaction, quickly adding, “these are my favorite.” he pointed to a crated full of pink heavily petalled flowers.
peony — for bravery, honor, good fortune, and self-expression.
“i bring them to the gym.”
a smirk curled onto your lips, “you bring flowers to the gym?” you ask, tone just barely brushing the boundary of being teasing. you didn’t know the guy, but the idea of a big guy arriving at the gym with a blushing bouquet of peonies made you feel.. intrigued.
“yeah man! i gotta motivate my community somehow right?” he grinned, making large gestures with his hands as he spoke.
your brows furrowed but the smile on your face remained. “does it work? like, encourage your gym members?”
“for sure! i know the guy at the front desk likes it! oh and last time bakubro loved them!” he stopped to scratch his cheek, “well.. he didn’t crush them like he usually does so i’d consider that a win.” the employee placed a thinking finger on his chin before nodding confidently and you laughed. suddenly your day felt a lot more hopeful.
“okay well, do you have any flowers that could … get me out of a tough situation?”
“oh, trouble in paradise?” the boy grinned.
you almost laughed again. painting and university was basically your entire life at the moment, leaving no time for relationship. (unless you consider your on and off time in the studio a relationship) “not quite..”
“then i’d suggest…” he walked further into the shop, skimming the shelves. you followed him until he stopped in front of a smaller crate.
there laid a generous collection of reddish pink flowers with dark, glossy green leaves sprouting from their stems.
camellia — for desire, passion, and refinement.
“these babies are absolutely gorgeous.” he carefully picked a flower from the crate and placed it out towards you, offering. “they should help you feel brand new.”
you took the flower, spinning it between your fingers to really examine it.
“they’re a type of bush, evergreen. so we sell them as singles.”
you nodded at his words but really all your attention was on the camellia.
you traced a delicate finger atop the petal. there was something so beautiful, so simple, about a single flower standing strong and still. the view pumped a familiar feeling through your blood; inspiration.
the employee must’ve taken notice in your admiration because not too long after his voice rose, “sooo, want me to ring that up for you?” he pointed back towards the register, a cheesy grin still on his face.
snapping out of your trance, meeting the red eyed boy's gaze for the second time that day. though now the sweetness had melted away, his eyes full of smoldering fire.
and thought you wanted to do anything but douse that flame, you were a very broke art student. “i.. wasn’t planning on buying today. sorry.” you said sheepishly.
you began to put the flower back but he stopped you, gripping a firm hand on top of your wrist. “don’t!“
before you had time to react he pulled his hand away. you watched as he attempted to stuff it into his pockets but found they were full, so he just hid it behind his back. he brought his other hand to mouth and let off an awkward cough, “i mean, you seem like use it. to brighten your day, yaknow?”
you shook your head, confused.
“it’s on the house.”
“wha— are you sure? i could just leave it, it’s no big deal.”
he nodded persistently, “i’m sure.”
you felt your cheeks grow warm. you weren’t sure if you were flattered or just embarrassed that this guy felt you needed handouts.
you clenched the flower in your hand. “okay then,” you searched his apron for a name tag to no avail. “thank you..?”
thankfully he took the hint. “oh! kirishima! eijiro kirishima. and you’re..?”
“f/n l/n.”
“f/n l/n,” he repeated easily, the syllables rolling off his tongue. “l/n with the sticky situation, got it.”
you giggled. “well, thank you kirishima. for your help and—“ you carefully waved the flower, “this.”
“‘course! no problem at all.” he nodded.
you both stood there for a moment. you considered leaving then but for whatever reason the conversation felt unfinished.
and like he read your mind, kirishima spoke up, “we get new flowers every friday.” you surveyed his face, his attitude seeming to have changed into a persuading one. “roses, sunflowers, sedums…” he trailed off. “um i guess what i’m trying to say is, you should stop by often! i swear these flowers bring good luck or something.” he chuckled, large hands finding their way to tangle up with his hair once again.
“oh…” you blushed. was he flirting with you? “i’ll be really busy this semester...”
that was true. with your final project coming up you had to be super attentive to your work.
“that’s fine!” he waved his hands frantically. “how about i text you whenever we get a new shipment? if you like the flowers we got then you could stop by.”
you were taken aback by his request, “you’d really do that?” you asked, but for some reason you felt like he wasn’t lying. he had such an honest, charismatic aura that you could clearly see when he first approached you at the front of the store and you were sure anyone else could spot from a mile away.
“if it makes your day better then totally!” he proved, glowering in hospitality.
“okay then. sure, why not.” i couldn’t hurt. occasionally text about flowers? yeah that couldn’t hurt at all.
“awesome!” he pulled his phone out from his jean pocket and handed it to you.
you typed your number in and gave it back.
“kirishima!” the voice of an older man called from out of sight. “i need you out the back!”
“that’s my cue. guess i’ll see you when i see you, yeah?” he jogged off towards the back of the store, giving you two thumbs up as he did. you shook you head and smiled, “yeah, yeah. see you.” you gave him one last nod before you walked out of the glass doors, the start of a new inspirational era for you in hand.
“kirishima.”
the red haired boy, who was facing the opposite side of the street, spun around. “hey! there you are.”
you had taken the same walk you did three weeks ago, ending up at the exact spot where you first noticed daichi’s flowers from across the plaza. “the shop’s on the other side of the street, you know that right?” you joked, gently nudging his shoulder.
he let out a playful laugh, “of course. i just wanted to walk you across the street.” he said, nudging you back.
“oh..” you bit the inside of your cheek, praying that the slight burn you felt wasn’t showing on the surface of your skin. “thanks.”
kirishima smiled and looked both directions before tilting his head towards the road. you both walked across the street together, safely making it to the entrance of the flower shop.
“we’ve been pretty busy recently. with the season change and all that.” kirishima said as he opened the glass door for you.
when you walked in, you felt a rush of calmness wash over you. the plants were in the same place they had when you last came— as a matter of fact there were even more —and the smell of the strawberry incense still flurried in the air. you could definitely get used to this. “i’m glad we could find time to hang out.”
“me too.” you said. you ogled at all the new additions, taking notice of the ones that kirishima had been texting you about for the past weeks.
kirishima walked ahead of you and ducked behind the front counter. “i actually have something for you.”
“you do?” you gripped onto your bag, which contained a mini 4 by 4 canvas. on the canvas, you had painted the camellia kirishima had given to you and a pink rose, which you remember him telling you meant appreciation.
it wasn’t your best work. it definitely didn’t take the most amount of time. but it had a deeper meaning, a strong feeling behind it. and wasn’t that what art was all about?
“yeah, it’s not much but..” you could see his hair— which was styled in big, tall spikes today —poke out from behind the counter as searched for your gift. when you heard rustling that sounded like paper you immediately knew what it was.
kirishima pulled out a beautifully paper wrapped bouquet. twine and white ribbon circumstanced to lower stem, coming up in the front with a perfectly tied bow. the greenery consisted of boxwoods and yew that surrounded the main flower.
“they’re—“
“orchids.” you finished. within the brown paper held delicate pink orchids, their soft petals brushed with faint streaks of yellow. “representing love and.. confession” you said softly.
“you know.” kirishima spoke, almost breathless, like he couldn’t believe it. he came around the counter to be face to face with you and handed you the bouquet. “how’d you know?” he spurred stupidly.
you took it bouquet, connecting your fingerprints to the vevetly speckles of yellow. “i may or may not have been touching up on my flower knowledge.” you confessed. you peered up at him, catching the way his expression went from and intrigued to radiant. he was practically glowing; his signature boyish smile on his lips, his pupils dilated and shining. and it was an absolutely precious sight.
“that’s—” he let out a happy sigh. “awesome.” he swayed back on his heels “i mean, i was looking towards to telling you myself but,” he raised his hand towards the bouquet. “looks like you got it all figured out.”
“thank you.” your smile was wide. you could feel how prominent your blush was but you felt no shame. “i have something to you too.” you reached for the canvas in your bag, almost hesitant, but when you glanced up and caught kirishima blazing eyes again, you felt at ease. “since my main piece isn’t done yet i made you this.”
kirishima, who already had his hands out, accepted the gift. “y/n.” he only looked at the painting for a moment before meeting your gaze again, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off you. your heart fluttered in your chest. “you didn’t have to.” he uttered, voice as soothingly as a lullaby.
“you didn’t either.” you held up the bouquet.
“it’s just—“ he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips together to desist his growing smile (which wasn’t working at all). “you’re like the coolest person i’ve ever met. and i’ve only know you for a couple weeks!” his eyes then abruptly fell to the floor. his next words were barely audible as he professed, “id love to get to know you more.”
you giggled at his sudden feel to get shy.
hooking an arm around his, you proposed, “want to get stuffed on cafe pastries?” your tone clear of your intentions.
he soften at your touch, “only if it’s a date.” he pressed, watching your lips quirk up into a smile, leading to his own doing the same.
“of course it’s a date.”
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꩜ — strictly business, perhaps.
pairings : boss!tenya iida x secretary!reader
warnings : 4.3k words damn (UNRESOLVED TENSIONNN)
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Papers rustle by the glass top of the table, along with the sound of typing on the keyboard. Tenya sighed, clattering his glasses onto the table top, he pinched the bridge of his nose. The documents didn’t seem to end, his stomach was rumbling, churning, and his head was spinning.
“Goodness..” He complained silently, propping his head upon his hand as his hand ran through his hair.
The silence of the small office was broken briefly by the glass door opening, then closing again. Your form stood there in a bit of awkwardness, sensing the boss’s not-so-pleasant mood. Clutching the clipboard, you cleared your throat softly.
“Mister Iida, I-It is lunch time already, would you… like for me to order your lunch from the restaurant on the ground floor?” You carefully asked, keeping your tone hushed.
He sighed, nodding before he stood up while straightening his clothes and his tie. “Please do, y/n. Thank you very much.” He replied, his voice husky and hoarse, while his hand perched his glasses back on to his nose. Tenya cleared his throat once more, and he stayed like that for a moment, while you nodded, turning your back to him as you reached for the door once more.
But then you turned back around again, “Oh!” Your index finger plucking up to the air. “And, would you like your usual orange juice to go with it as well, mister Iida?”
And finally, his stiffened cheeks frozen from the day’s work twitched up to a smile, a huff escaping his breath. “Yes please, y/n. Thank you very much.”
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The scent of broth and the steam of rice greeted Tenya’s lungs, warmth replacing the dull cold air from the air conditioner. He smiled faintly, tilting his body to the side from his computer, meeting your form teetering on your feet while you carefully ushered the tray in your hands to his table.
“Thank you so much, y/n. Right on time.” He sighed, clearing the space on his table for the tray to be placed down to.
You smiled softly to him, chuckling softly as you carefully placed down his lunch in front of him. “Perhaps I know my boss too well.”
That earned a small laugh from him as he picked up the spoon and fork from the side of the tray, the utensils clinking to each other as he unwrapped the napkin wrapping them. The faint smoke danced around the air, before slowly seeping into his nostrils again, and he could only sigh with a smile.
“Perhaps you do.” He replied, smiling warmly at you from above his glasses, which you only replied with a soft chuckle and a sway of your body.
You cleared your throat, pulling yourself back to the ground. “Is there anything I can help more, sir?”
He shook his head, already dipping his spoon into the clear broth of the soup. “No, no,”
Then he paused.
“How about you, y/n? Have you eaten?” His head looked up from his lunch, a finger adjusting his glasses again to see you clearly, his brows furrowed a bit in concern. Which you responded with a nod, “Mhm, already have, sir.”
He nods, “Good, good.”
“I’ll excuse myself then, sir?” You reassured again, bowing slightly to him.
Tenya grinned, nodding as his hand gestured for you to exit the room. “Yes, thank you again, y/n.”
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For goodness’ sake, can this project finish itself? Were the man’s thoughts as he typed furiously on the keyboard. It seemed like the proposals needed for the project seemed to be endless, and he couldn’t bring himself to ask any help from you. Though that was what his fingers are twitching to do right now. His thumb hovered over the phone button on your contact as he debated his choices.
On one hand, it’s already almost midnight, and you had gone home way long ago. He needs some help, and Tenya swears if he were to type another letter for another corporation to ask them to sponsor this massive charity project, he’s going to blow his office into shreds. On the other hand, it’s Friday. Which means you’re probably having some week-end routine, which he does not dare to interrupt.
What if you were on a date? Goodness, it will be such impoliteness to disturb your night.
What if… you were trying to have some fun with your friends? Well he wouldn’t want to barge in now, won’t he?
What if you were already asleep?! Oh goodness that would be such a fuss..
Or– or…
“It’s just a call, Tenya.” He huffed, grumbling to himself while his thumb hesitantly pressed the button.
It took a couple of beeps from the line to finally connect to yours, and a small shuffling sound was heard before your groggy voice hummed in confusion, answering the call.
“M...Mister Iida?” Was what you managed to croak out, your voice nervous and hazy, a small sigh of sleepiness could be heard from your side of the line.
Tenya scolded himself mentally, chewing on his lower lip in panic as he stammered a few vowels. “Oh goodness, y/n, I-..I’m… so very sorry…” He softly apologized, sighing in regret. “I didn't mean to wake you… j-just go back to sleep, y/n,”
“I’ll inform you about this in Monday..”
Your voice could be heard mumbling from the other line, chewing your tongue to wake yourself up. “It’s fine, sir… is there anything you need help with…?”
He shook himself, standing up from his seat as if he were to chide you in person. “No, no.”
“Sleep is essential, y/n. I apologize for disturbing your slumber.”
There was silence for a moment in the call, only faint buzzing from the phone repeating upon his ears as he nervously waited for your answer.
“Mmkay sir, g’night…”
And with that, the line hung up. So did his arm, hung to his side as he sighed to himself, hitting his forehead with his palm repeatedly in frustration.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid..!” He grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s almost midnight, of course it’s bedtime!” He huffed, straightening his back, tugging down his shirt to straighten it once more as he sat back down to his seat, creaking it in the process.
He propped himself again, hovering his hands over his keyboard, and for a second–he stayed like that, somehow unsure of what to type to the proposal.
Ahem.
He propped himself up again, straightening his back, preparing to type.
…but your voice kept echoing, taunting him from the back of his head. That soft, sleepy little goodnight replaying again and again in his ear, clear as day.
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You walked into the office as per usual the Monday, the few previous night’s little disturbance slipped way out of your mind. But one thing never did; checking in on your boss to inform him of his schedules today. Except… weird.
The disciplinarian Tenya Iida had never been late before, and even if he were ever late, it was late to his own clock. Yet today seemed to be the latter. Tenya Iida, the infamous early bird, your boss, is not to be found in his office. The glass door is still locked, waiting to be opened by his ID card. And so you walked to your cubicle again, placing down your tablet to the table as you rummaged your pocket of your phone, swiftly swiping to his chat room.
It took him a good five minutes before his typing animation popped by the side of the screen, three little dots jumping up and down before his message got sent;
Weird. You thought again.
You had been working for this busy man for too long to know the man doesn’t even need alarms to be able to wake up to his schedule. Even if he did, hadn’t his body already memorized the time he has to get up?
You shrugged it off, fingers already pressing the numbers to the restaurant to order your boss’s breakfast.
Precise, as always. Ten minutes later, the familiar blue haired man walked into the office, his glasses sat slightly crooked upon the bridge of his nose as he scattered himself into his office. You chuckled at the sight, standing up to catch up to him in his office. With a small knock on the door, it unlocked from inside.
“Good morning, sir.” You greeted, pushing the door with your back as your hands both carried his breakfast; warm egg toast, and a glass of orange juice. “Have you eaten breakfast?”
Tenya stiffens. The sound of his rustling fabric stopping immediately as you greeted him. “M-morning, y/n,” He replied, his slight voice crack immediately covered with him clearing his throat. “I.. have not..”
Ahem. “H..how’d you know…?”
You chuckled, setting down the meal to his table, before setting your hands to your sides, “I figured it’s hard to think of breakfast when you are running late, sir.”
Then he grinned. Not the classic professional grin he had always worn, it was… sheepish, almost shy. Tenya’s voice rumbled lowly as he chuckled. “Thank you, y/n.”
With a smile, and a nod of acknowledgement, you excused yourself to take your tablet. As you walked back in, he was still tying his tie, swiftly folding it around his neck while you opened your tablet to swipe to the calendar app.
Tenya’s back turns away from you as he comes to face you, giving a hum or two as you explained his schedules for today, while sometimes adding somethings in between like; “Oh, that one is cancelled.” or “I think that one is prolonged, y/n. I forgot to inform you.” And you’d nod, typing swiftly on the keyboard or tapping and swiping to edit the schedule for today. So with your morning routine finished, you excused yourself once more, exiting his office to return to your cubicle.
And now, Tenya was alone in his office, once more. Your steady and intonated voice is gone, replaced by the constant humming from the air conditioner. He glanced at the breakfast you had left him. With awkwardness, he shuffled his way to the table, sitting down to carefully unwrap the sandwich—as if he was being watched. As he chewed, he scolded himself once more.
How could he have been so out of discipline? He is the boss! And here he is, being late.
With a huff, he slapped himself on both cheeks. He chugged down the orange juice, setting the plate and the glass aside to switch the computer on.
And then he remembered one thing. The one thing he tried to ask of you that night. He needed help typing those pesky proposals, his fingers already felt way too numb on the keyboard, and his head couldn’t even think of any more pleasing words for those sponsors. So he did, with many nerves, but he did. His fingers already remembered your cubicle phone’s number, and it beeped by with ease. Your voice answered almost immediately.
“Hello?”
“Y/n, uh… may I ask for some favor from you?” His tone cautious, almost as if he was concerned he had disturbed your peace.
“Oh, Mister Iida. Of course, sir. What is it?”
He cleared his throat, swaying left and right on his spinning chair. “Could you please… help me in writing some proposals for the upcoming project, y/n…?”
“Oh! Of course, sir. Would you need me to come to your office?”
Then he stayed silent. Glancing to the small couch by the side of his office as he contemplated the choice. “...Sure, that would be great, thank you y/n.”
“I’ll be right with you, sir.”
And right with him you were. With a soft knock, the door unlocked from inside, allowing you to enter in once more. You clutched your laptop in your hand, carefully stepping into the quiet, isolated space.
Tenya smiled, gesturing his hand to the couch. “Have a seat, y/n.”
“...I’m very sorry for asking your help on such a short notice,”
You chuckled, waving your hand dismissively as you set down the laptop on the couch. “It’s alright, sir. It’s my job.”
With no further ado, he cleared his throat with a grin, explaining to you what he needed you to help with, as you propped up your laptop upon your lap, typing in his requirements and points needed to be included in each proposal.
The two of you went on with silence as you both got to work. Broken only by the rhythmical tap of yours and his keyboard, and his occasional ahem’s. You would sometimes peek glances at him from the corner of your eyes, and as the day progressed, his tie loosened more and more. You couldn’t help but smile faintly at the sight.
Him too, did so. Everytime you would unconsciously hum that one tune from a song, or mumble out the words you were typing in, he’d sneak a glance at you, smiling softly to himself before snapping his head back to the computer. Because God forbid you look this cute up close. Wait what?
By the last ‘thank you for taking the time to read this proposal’ you typed onto a document, the sky had gone dark, and so did the outside of his office. The clock shows 08:45 PM. You stretched your hands up, groaning softly as you cracked your head to the sides. With a stifled yawn, you swiped around your touchpad.
“I’ll send the proposals to you, sir.” You informed him, your voice had lost its professionalism long ago, now you only had your hoarse and croaking speech to offer.
Tenya’s head shot to the side to look at you. He sighed as he twitched up a grateful smile. “Thank you so much, y/n. I’m very sorry to be keeping you this late.”
Your lips pressed up to form a thin smile, as you slipped your laptop into its sleeve, standing up from the couch, a small dent left upon it from how long you sat there. “No need to apologize, mister Iida. I am only doing my job.”
As you slung your bag over your shoulder, you bowed to him once more. “I’ll be excusing myself if you have nothing left for me to help you with, sir.”
Tenya hesitated. He opened his mouth, then closed it. But then he opened it again, “Wait,” His voice croaked, his hand stiffly reaching out to yours before he stopped it, immediately pulling it to his side again. He cleared his throat, watching as you turned around again from the door.
“L-let’s walk together to the exit, hm?”
Blink blink.
“Sure, mister Iida.” You smiled.
“Tenya,” He mumbled, walking to your side.
You tilted your head in confusion, “Hm?”
“Tenya, y/n. Just call me Tenya.” He softly repeated, smiling as he tapped his ID card to the reader beside the door, earning a small beep as the door unlocked for the both of you.
He opened the door wide, nodding his head to the side to gesture you out.
You smiled, clutching your laptop sleeve as you walked slowly past him, “Thank you,”
“...Tenya.”
Goodness. A name should not have sounded that good on your lips, but the way you said his made his back stiff and his arms rigid. He couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, cracking out a grin as he closed the door behind him, walking beside you towards the elevator.
Small silence fell upon the two of you, one that you had grown familiar with. Tenya wasn’t the type to make unnecessary small talk if it wasn’t needed for hospitality. You and him were strictly, professionally business. A boss and his secretary. At times like these, you would sometimes grab the opportunity to update him on his schedule for the day tomorrow. But tonight was different, that silence felt… different.
The elevator dinged, and he once again allowed you to enter first. With a nudge to his glasses, he cleared his throat as he stood beside you, subtly shifting his weight from feet to feet after he pressed the elevator button. The faint hum of swing jazz and the aroma of air freshener made it almost dramatic for you to be this nervous. You wanted to open your voice to inform him of his upcoming reviewing deadline, but how the heck do you just call your boss by his first name?!
“It’s alright to call me by my name, y/n.” He croaked out, his eyes lingering on the elevator buttons as he chewed slightly on his bottom lip.
You stiffened. “Oh– um… well, …T-tenya,” And he smiled.
“I just wanted to inform you that you’ll have some new… recruits to review, sir.”
He nodded, his soft smile still not leaving his face as his gaze lingered on you a moment longer, broken by the elevator door opening. His arm stretched out to hold the door, gesturing for you to walk out first, as he mumbled a small, “Alright, remind me that tomorrow, hm?”
You nodded, “I will, sir.”
Tenya’s steps fell soft upon the marble floors as he exited the elevator, and you bowed.
… “I-I’ll excuse myself then, sir.”
“Tenya, y/n.” He tuts, gently reminding you.
And you chuckled, almost shy. “Right, right.”
“I’ll excuse myself. …Goodnight,”
“...Tenya.” You softly added, turning on your heel to make your way to the front exit. Your shoes made haste.
All of a sudden, everything felt slightly crooked on his body. Tenya’s knuckle nudged his glasses up his nose, his hand tugged on his coat, combing back his hair, goodness that stupid smile that crept up his mouth from the moment you turned away even felt too wide now.
He cleared his throat again, drifting his body’s direction to the parking lot, a hand over his mouth, and the night’s cold air had never felt so warm on his face.
Stop it, stop it, stop that, Tenya!
This is your secretary you are smiling about! Your secretary!
His steps quickened to the parking lot, his loafers trudging about onto the concrete floors as he rushed to his car, beeping it twice before he entered it like a man trying to hide from his assassin.
Hands gripped onto the steering wheel, and with a long sigh, he started the engine. The car chirped around as he turned the key, and his radio switched on automatically. Sure, he wasn’t the type to listen to songs that much, yet this one just crept up into his ears. An old love song with its classic guitar melodies, lounging on about love is unexpected.
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At last! All the months of preparation and lobbying guests around the building, typing out proposals after proposals, staying back at the office until a few extra hours, the project’s done. It was the day. A charity event, held to fund scholarships for students around Japan. To say it is a success would be an understatement. The event had made itself known to the news, being casted upon to multiple news stations.
Safe to say, Tenya was beyond proud that his hardwork now paid off. He grinned widely. Upon his hand, perched up a small champagne glass, swirling around with his small motions.
“You look dashing tonight, Tenya.” You called from behind, cutting through his thoughts.
He immediately spun around, eyes wide and scattering as it looked for you. When they did find you, he may or may not have forgotten how to breathe for a moment. If having you in blazers and loose collared shirts wasn’t enough to make him short circuit, this definitely does its job. The way you had done your hair so effortlessly, yet so enchantingly, and how the soft glimmers from the chandelier made your eyes sparkle, not to mention the formalwear you had chosen for tonight fit a little bit too good on your body. His smile came out strained.
“Ah, thank you.” ahem. “You look… incredible tonight, y/n.” He managed to reply.
And then you chuckled, and goodness it sounded so melodic to his ears, breathless and light.
Tenya’s hand pushed his champagne glass to his mouth, sipping the clear bubbling liquid into his mouth to distract himself from the rising rhythm of his heart beat.
“You look super proud tonight.” You teased, a small smirk as you nudged him lightly by his arm.
This time it was his turn to chuckle, pursing his lips into a smile. “I couldn’t have done… all of this without your help, y/n.” He said, motioning his hand to the lively ballroom.
Before you could even reply, Tenya was barged around by his friends, congratulating him on his accomplishment of successfully hosting the event. As his hand got dragged away by them, he casted one last look to you, pressing up a pitiful grin as a silent apology, which you replied with a chuckle and a wave of your hand.
So now here you are. In a bar. In between these people you barely know. Sure, some of them were actually your friends, but they were too busy celebrating the success. Others? Eh, maybe you greet them in the hallways in the mornings and evenings, but that was all. They laughed and giggled drunkenly. Singing and dancing together with their blazers loose, while some of the women only chatted by the counter.
By the edges of the laughing men, there Tenya sat, his tux already disheveled, his hair loosen down to his flushed face as he laughed about some joke that probably wasn’t that funny. Then his eyes spotted you, making him stumble a bit until he reached you, grinning from ear to ear.
“Goodness, y/n…” He slurred out, leaning against the counter. And you couldn’t help but laugh, seeing your usually strict and discipline boss now all loose and giggly.
Then he leans. Perhaps a little too close to you. Yet you didn’t mind. You didn’t mind when he swayed, pointing to your face, smiling stupidly with his alcohol reeked breath. “Youu…”
“You are… so amazing, you know that…?”
Hm?
Come again?
You waved your hand as you chuckled, looking away to hide that small flush of pinkness on your cheeks. “I think you’ve had way too many for tonight, sir.”
“S’ Tenyaaa,” He whined, leaning closer to you. “Stop calling me sir, y/n…”
You stifled back a laugh, rolling your eyes as you sighed. “Fiine, fine,”
“Tenya, I think you’ve had your fair share of alcohol for tonight.”
He leans his head to the side, pushing the counter with his weight. His eyes downcast and hazy, he smiled softly to you. “You think so?”
A small chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head. “I know so, si—Tenya.”
The table scraped softly as you pushed a small glass of water to him, clinking the glass with the back of your finger. “Maybe some water would do you good.” You smiled, nudging the glass once more to get his attention to it.
Then he smiles, leaning his head upon the counter with his arms below his chin. His eyes hazily looked into yours, as if he was…admiring you. His smile grew before his hand reached out, moving away a loose strand of hair off your face. It was soft, gentle, tender. Something you would never expect from the stiff and professional Tenya Iida. From your own boss.
His touch lingered a moment on the side of your cheek, he tucked his hand away again beneath his chin before he spoke, “You…”
“How are you this radiant…?” He murmured quietly, head tilting just slightly as he narrowed his eyes in awe.
The loud and chattering bar seemed to quiet down at that moment, while the heat in your cheeks rose up. You cleared your throat, pushing the glass towards him again with your face turned to the other way. “Drink some water, Tenya.” You reminded, brushing him off.
A low chuckle was what you heard, along with fabric shuffling softly as he stood up again, still leaning to the counter top. “You’re ignoring me.” He said, amusement lacing his tone.
“No, I’m reminding you, Tenya.”
“...You’re caring for me,” He smiled. Sure, you weren’t looking at him, but that small change in his tone was recognizable. Yet this one wasn’t really heard much by you. It was small, subtle, yet there was a tone of admiration in it. Like someone saying ‘Aww’.
You scoffed, turning your head to look at him again. “I always do,” Well maybe you shouldn’t have said that.
…
…
Ahem! The bar stool croaked through the floor as you stood up, collecting your bag and coat.
“I’ll be calling that a night, Tenya.” You slipped out a small greeting, smiling to his still-leaning form.
His face dropped to a small frown, almost a pout. “You’re leaving…?” His question sounded more like a weak plea. Disappointed and sad about your farewell.
You chuckled as you zipped your bag up. “Yes, Tenya.”
“Tomorrow I still need to be in the office.” You teased, tilting your head slightly as you smiled at him.
“...I also need to be in the office, I’m your boss.” He scoffed, his tone cocky and proud.
“Exactly,”
Putting your coat back on, you rattled the keys of your car in your hand, sinking it into the pockets. You clutched your bag, straightening up your posture while you brush yourself off before bowing to him. “Goodnight, Tenya.”
“...Get home safe, okay?” You smiled, turning away to walk towards the exit.
Darn you and your soothing voice. Darn you and your smile. Darn you. His gaze stayed pinpointed on you even as you opened the doors of the bar to exit it, walking with that pace he’s grown to know too well. Steady steps with sureness, like you always had somewhere to be. The smile crept back onto his face. His gaze drifted back to the glass of water as he huffed a chuckle, grabbing it into his hand before sipping it.
With a slow shake of his head, he let out another chuckle, softer this time.
“Little minx.."
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You gathered plants from the forest, placing them into your homemade basket as you walked along the trees, pausing every time you heard the snap of twigs under an animal's hoof.
The crickets chirped, fireflies glowing, and owls hooting in the otherwise dark and silent night, a couple minutes away from the tent you had set up. Your tattered and dirty clothes brushed against the forest floor as you continued to identify and gather mushrooms and plants, needing food for the next few days.
After you finished filling up the basket, you grasped it in your hands before making your way back to the tent you called home. As you neared it, you heard footsteps that sounded almost... human. It didn't sound like any animal you had heard before.
You slowed down, trying not to breathe too loudly or step on any leaves, not wanting to alert the intruder. From the light of the lantern inside you could see a muscular figure, seemingly a man, with spiky hair. You could hear his gruff voice as he occasionally murmured.
Eventually he came out of the tent, not noticing you as he made his way towards the nearby village. You hid behind a thick nearby tree, not wanting to start problems after you had already been exiled. As you try to take another step away from the man, your heel snaps a twig under it, causing you to freeze. He stops in his path, turning to look for the source of the noise. He searches for the source with his lantern, expecting to find a deer, when he saw a person, around his age, covered in tattered and dirty clothes, hair messy and tangled.
"...I didn't know anyone lived out here," he hesitantly says, eyes tracing your figure.
"You should leave. It's not a good idea spending time with me," you warn him, wanting nothing more than to talk. It had been so long since you've had company.
"Why not?" he asks, a grin gracing his already beautiful face.
"I'm exiled. You could get in trouble," you tell him, eyes wandering away from his indigo ones.
"I won't tell them if you don't," he comments, reaching out to grab your hand. "You look hungry. I brought some food, let's eat together," he offers, not wanting you to be alone.
"...alright," you finally give in, looking him in the eyes.
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-in which he posts you on his instagram in order to get your ex to back off- just how far will he go in pretending?
feels a little oc but it’s okay
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you always find a way to make your boyfriend, denki, melt underneath your touch.
contains: nsfw content!! minors dni! gn!reader but feminine compliments used, established relationship, handjob, edging
authors note: welll…. happy ovulation week to me!
word count: 940
“come on denks,” you cooed, bringing a hand up to message slow, deliberate circles along his jaw.
denki let out a hot strangled breath against your neck, reeling in the europhia he was receiving. his head tilted upwards, wisps of his— now ruffled —hair tickling your chin. “but i—“ his voice comes out in a rasp, his breath already stolen from when you started edging him twenty minutes ago.
“shush...” you hushed gently, continuing at your current pace. each stroke is slow and intentional, perfectly in tune with how your boyfriend’s body reacts to your touch best. “just a little while longer. you hold out for me, right baby?” you ever-so-slightly tighten your grip on him, just enough to capture his attention.
a moan bullies its way out of denki’s chest and you feel him throb in your hand. he keenly nods his head, “mmh.. ye—yeah..” he choked out through clenched teeth. his hand hovers above your arm, reaching to grasp onto you but not yet doing so. “fuck—“
suddenly, you realize you can’t see his face clearly in your current position, and that’s definitely a problem. with a swift motion, the hand you have resting on his jaw carefully guides his head upward towards you.
now, it’s perfect. his jaw is slack in your palm, mouth barley agape to allow short breaths to escape it. his eyelashes flutter as he blinks a couple of times. denki knows better than to ignore you, so he wastes no time meeting your gaze.
your focus splits between maintaining a steady cadence and caressing his face, hoping that the balance will help him last just a little longer. you could never get tired of the faces, the sounds, your boyfriend makes when he’s like this; completely and utterly devoted to you. and you'll do whatever's necessary to draw out the moment.
your boyfriend's eyes are glossed over in a state of vulnerability, dilated pupils immediately getting fixated on observing your face. it doesn’t help that he’s very clearly enjoying it. his cheeks completely flushed as a small, almost cocky, smile quirked up from the corner of his mouth.
“pretty.” he prattles softly, hand finally landing on your arm and holding you like he never wants to let go. “you’re so pretty,” he gawked, biting his lip as he attempted, and failed, to hold back a moan. “ah—‘m the luckiest guy in the world. shit— fuck babe.” his eyes screwed shut momentarily, his head laying heavy on your shoulder. his words stir something dangerous inside of you.
encouraged, you quicken your pace. the room echoed with evidence of denki’s arousal, squelching sounds bouncing off the walls. his vibration rang into your ears, spending a flush to your cheeks. his cock pulses in your hold, telling you he’ll be reaching his breaking point soon.
a new sensation seems flicks to life in your boyfriend, (mostly likely sprouting from the view of your blushing face) prompting him to thrust his hips up into your warm palm. “‘m sorry— ‘s too good. your hand—” he babbles. his unoccupied hand reaches out to touch himself— to grant himself more pleasure, but he stops himself before it does. instead, he watches your persistent rhythm, mesmerized. “babe your hand is amazing, god…how much longer—” he’s breathless but of course he can't ever seem to stop talking when it comes to you. “i’ll be good. i’ll be so good, i promise just let me—“ his docile eyes feel intoxicating as he pleads.
desperate now, you press your fingertips to his jaw and lean in, leading him into an openmouthed kiss.
denki physically shakes when your lips make contact. the kiss is terribly messy, denki’s drool mixing with your spit, your tongues gliding together. but it proves to be worth it when you hear the muffled groan your boyfriend struggles to hide as he kisses you back. you diminish the speed of the kiss, carefully calculating the extent of your boyfriend's pleasure— not wanting him to cum until he was at the absolute peak of his ecstasy.
you move your hand to direct your strokes higher, grazing over his leaking, pink tip.
slowly, you slip your tongue out of his mouth and tenderly place a cluster of kisses over his swollen lips. his voice wavers underneath you, “baby. baby, please. god please, i— i can’t.”
“i know baby,” you kiss his cheek, fingers still absentmindedly fondling his face. “come on. be good for me, like you said you’d be.”
denki looks at you again for reassurance and when you nod, he lets go. the muscles in his thighs visibly tighten as his body rumbles. the room seems to hum with an electric charge as his body quivered, his head lolls back on your shoulder as a quiet chain of fuck’s leave his lips, painting your hand white with his seed.
denki’s breathing staggers as you continue to pump him until he’s fully empty, his chest rising and falling hastily.
“fuckkk…” his voice is hoarse, and his eyes are wide as he studies the scene cum stained infront of him. and with no shame at all, he turns over and kisses your neck. “i fucking love you.” he grunts, still attempting to catch his breath.
you can feel his grin on your neck. you smile too, “i love you too.”
you slowly detach your hand from the stickiness, cringing at the sultry fluid. denki looks up from the crook of your neck and flashes you a dorky grin, “lick it up for me?” he asks, his eyes somehow still lingering with lust.
you let out a breathy laugh, “… i'll go get the towel.”
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Love Stuck - Mother Mother
This song has been driving me insane since it popped out of my playlist again. Here's a WIP of an illustration and the lyrics that inspired it.
Thinking with your heart.
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ft. timeskip denki kaminari + hanta sero
how they kiss you pt. 2 [ here’s part 1 ]
Denki always melts when you kiss him.
He starts off eager, lips moving against yours in rushed, hungry little presses, like he’s afraid you might pull away too soon. His hands hover over your skin, hesitant, unsure if he should grab you, hold you, take what he so clearly wants. But the second you grab him—fingers curling into the back of his neck, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss—he whimpers.
It’s needy, high-pitched, and so utterly desperate that it sends a sharp thrill down your spine. His body shudders against yours, and when you nip at his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him groan, his grip finally tightens. Hands clutching at your waist, at your back, at anything—like he needs to anchor himself, like he’s trying so hard not to just fall apart right then and there.
“You’re so easy to tease,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“F-Fuck, you—” He breaks off with a shaky breath when you slide your hands under his shirt, nails grazing over his ribs, his stomach tensing beneath your touch. His head tilts back, exposing his throat, and it’s just too easy—the way he submits so naturally, the way his breath stutters when you kiss down his jaw, his neck, teasing him, making him squirm.
“Shit—” His voice is nothing but a desperate little whine when you tug him back into another kiss, his body pressing flush against yours, trembling under your hands. He’s so easy to ruin, so easy to tease—and the best part?
He loves every second of it.
Sero kisses like he knows he’s driving you insane.
It starts slow, agonizing, his lips barely brushing against yours, teasing, taunting. His hands skim over your sides, ghosting over your skin, fingers never staying in one place for too long. You can feel the smirk tugging at his lips when you grow impatient, when you grab his shirt and pull him in, kissing him like you’re trying to devour him.
But the moment you do, his hands tighten—one gripping your waist, the other sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to make you tilt your head back as he takes control.
“Impatient, huh?” he murmurs against your lips, voice smooth, teasing, but his breath is just a little uneven now even as his hands tighten around your waist, holding you close.
But he’s just as affected as you. You can feel it in the way his fingers twitch against your skin, in the way his breath hitches when you grind just a little against him. And when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking just enough to make him groan—his grip finally falters.
That’s when he loses it.
You barely have time to respond before he grabs your thighs and lifts you up, pinning you against the nearest surface like you weigh nothing. His body presses flush against yours, hips slotting between your legs, and the sheer heat of him has your head spinning.
Then he kisses you properly.
It’s deep, consuming, his tongue sliding against yours, slow and deliberate, tasting you, drawing out every little sound he can. He groans when you roll your hips against him, his grip on your thighs tightening, the control he loves to flaunt crumbling just slightly.
“You really like pushing me, huh?” he mutters against your lips, his voice huskier now, breath hot against your skin. His lips trail down your jaw, his teeth grazing your throat, just barely teasing—but he doesn’t give in yet.
Instead, he pulls back just enough to watch you—your parted lips, the hazy, desperate look in your eyes.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, his smirk lazy, cocky—but his grip on your hips says he’s just as desperate as you are. “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”
“please, baby, please, I want it so baddd.” you whined.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice husky, teasing, but just a little breathless. “That’s more like it.”
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hii ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) welcome to my blog!! my name is bloom, i’m eighteen and use she/her pronouns.
i’ve always been a writer! (if u search hard enough you’ll find the wattpad fanfics i wrote at the ripe age of 11..) now i write creatively and for this blog!! all of my current content is mha bc i love class a.
here’s a little bit about me!
my nationality is american and my ethnicity is haitian and french! i do speak haitian creole but no french yet..
i’m unlabeled at the moment, but to make it simple ill say i’m bisexual..
i have a pet cat named mika!
my future career is most likely going to be biology related (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
i’m an advid music listener. faye webster is my top artist i love her sm.
the marias, clairo, the sundays, fiona apple, the cranberries, big thief, wave to earth, the cardigans, etc.
my favorite genres at the moment are indie pop and alternative rock.
i’m such a movie girl, going to the theater is literally one of my favorite things to do. lady bird is my favorite movie of all time!!
suncoast, enola holmes, missing, luca, fantastic mr fox, shazam, forgotten, it, kikis delivery service, etc…
my top movie genres are sci-fi, action, and adventure.
ask for my letterboxd if u wanna know more abt my movie interest!! and i’m always super open to suggestions (no romance tho.. i have my reasons)
i’m more of a viewer than a gamer myself butttt i love practically all story telling decision games; the walking dead, the quarry, until dawn, etc. life is strange (all of them but especially the second one) is my favorite. my favorite video game genre is horror! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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when my brain isn’t being completely rotting on the internet, i actually do patriciate in some hobbies!
i like to spend a lot of time outside! walks, biking, swimming— i prefer lakes. i LOVE the summer.
i do my own braids and lashes!
i crochet and i’m learning how to knit
i’m part of a volunteer group in my town!
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i have a side blog for mediation
as a writer it’s is my duty to also be a reader!
i do write poems sometimes but my skills are pretty rusty now
if we have anything in common let me know and we could talk about it n lock in! ok thanks for reading bye bye ^_-
HIII BLOOM !!!! i was wondering if you could do a lil fluff drabble of you chilling with sero in his room during like a talking stage ?
⋆˚࿔ the synonyms of epitome
authors note: siri what is a talking stage. seraph thank u for requesting ⸝⸝^ᴗ^⸝⸝ sorry for the wait!!
contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship, fluff, awful flirting
word count: 1.1k
“and she was the—“ hanta glanced up at you. his eyebrow lifted as he looked at you through the stray hairs that had fallen from his shaggy— surprisingly well kept —mullet. you could see his jaw lock into a comfortable smile as he propped it up in the palm of his hand.
“epitome.” you nodded in confirmation.
it was only midday, so you could hear the distant sounds of footsteps and murmurs of conversation coming from the ua lively students outside. you glanced at the blossoming cherry blossom trees out of hanta’s slightly ajar window. the blush dusted leaves fought against the wind, constant rustles confirming its battle.
you rest your head against the headboard of hantas bed and took it all in. the wind whistled loudly, sharing secrets with the inner shell of your ear. you liked days like this. simple.
“epitome,” hanta copied from the foot of his bed. his pointer finger followed the words in the book mr. aizawa had assigned for your ancient history class too long ago.
you had already read the book and wrote your review paper on it two weeks ago but when hanta came to you asking if you wanted to read the awfully boring novel together, who were you to say no?
hanta had a way of making everything feel more alive. over the past few months you, and a handful of other people, have taken notice of how much the two of you spend time together— in how much you enjoy his presence.
he didn’t have to be telling a dumb joke or making fun of something stupid denki had done. something as simple as being by your side while you’re folding your laundry or mindlessly browsing on your phone, was enough to make you feel so unreasonably good.
there was something special about your relationship with hanta. something that hasn’t been spoken about on surface level. but the signs were definitely there.
“she was the epitome of beauty.” hanta finished the sentence, he brows knitting together. “epitome.” he said again. he pinned the book onto his bed with one hand and idly fiddled with his ruffled sheets with his other.
“he’s basically saying she’s the perfect embodiment of beauty.” you said. “he really likes her.”
hanta nodded his head slowly, “but when he talks to her he acts like he doesn't care?” hanta asks, but it’s clearly his question is coming from curiosity and not confusion.
you let out a short hum in reply and thought of the best explanation. “well.. maybe he feels too nervous when he talks to her and can’t show his true emotions?” you tap your fingers against the spine of the novel. you hadn’t given the half baked romance trope of the book much thought but hell if hanta was asking, you were suddenly interested too.
hanat scoffed, shifting from his position. “if i thought someone was the ‘epitome’ of beauty,” his words started off strong but seemed to slowly tumble into a declaration of uncertainty. still he went on, “i would talk to them before anyone else could.” he let out an airy breath. “but i guess i don’t blame him for being nervous.” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
you nudged his leg from your spot on the bed, “so what? you see someone you like and immediately ask them out?”
hanta’s eyes flicker to your smirking face, “i see someone i like and i become their friend.” his eyes fell back onto his bedding. he was really admiring the 100% cotton material.
“uh huh.”
“and maybe, eventually, i would ask them out after a couple of years.” he says, his finger making a swirling motion.
“a couple of years?!” you exclaimed, shooting up into a straightened posture, “you’d make the person you think is perfect wait years for a confession?” you asked, a finger pointed at the tape boy as you suppressed a laugh. you didn’t expect hanta to be so... timid. “who would wait that long?” you asked, genuinely curious.
hanta finally peeled his eyes away from his sheets. his tone indicated that his confidence quickly flooded back, “someone who really likes me too.” he stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
it was your turn to shift positions now, suddenly feeling like you were under interrogation, when you were really just under hanta’s gaze. your finger fell at his shockingly mature reply. “i guess that makes sense..” you bite your lip.
hanta chuckles at this.
you sighed before you spoke again, allowing your curiosity to get the best of you, “sooo what type of person are you even into?”
in the couple of years you’ve know hanta he’s never actually had anyone he was talking to, at least not that you know of. and for some reason you felt the need to learn everything about him. it was only natural, right?
hanta shrugged, “someone who can put up with my bullshit.” the book was abandoned now, his idle tracing too, leaving all his attention on you.
his eyes lit a dangerous fire under you, one that scuffed the surface of your interest. not to the point where it burned, but it left your skin unusually warm. “that leaves your playing field pretty empty huh?” you choose to tease, knowing that if you thought too hard you’d send yourself into a red faced spiral.
hanta laughed, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head. “not completely empty.” he remarked, something about his words hinting at a subliminal message. “what’s your type then, cerebrito?”
the question caught you by surprise. you hadn’t had time to focus on building romantic relationships with others. you mostly focus on strengthening the relationship you had with your friends, hanta being your strongest.
“i guess i would like to date someone who can make me laugh. and who likes to spend time with me.” you replied, purposely being broad. hanta had a telling look on his face, making you intrigued to what he was plotting.
hanta nodded, clicking his tongue. “would you like, be into some guy who likes to read boring ass books with you?” he asked carefully, almost like he was ensuring he could play off as a joke if you didn’t answer adequately.
you smiled, ignoring the increase in your heart rate and the sirens blaring in your head. leaning forward, you
force yourself to gently shove his chest, “i would be into a guy who knows what the word epitome means.” you bite back— though it’s more of a playful nip .
hanta raised a brow and put on a smile, “oh? so you wouldn’t be into a guy who’s the epitome of stupidity?”
he's so stupid. so stupid and so your type.
“i’m into guys who finish their homework.” you tapped the edge of his copy of the novel.
hanta settled back into his original position, grinning like he had just won a golden prize. “alright y/n. give this guy a couple of hours and you won’t have to wait any longer.” he brought his focus back to the work below him, “i promise.”
ngl i love the fact that kirishima was lowkey inspired by mina when it comes to becoming a hero (or like taking charge). i just feel like so often in media everything has to be the girl looking up to the guy and then aspiring to be like him and then they forget to give her like... any other traits and its so bad. but with mina and kirishima they established the both of them and then explained what they mean to each other and how they inspire/inspired each other in different ways
be the change u want to see in the world.
having a hyper fixation on a character that has no content is like being randomly very hungry in the middle of the night and going to the kitchen only to find out there’s absolutely nothing to eat but you’re literally so desperate and hungry so you eat even the smallest of crumbs
also busy week! but i’ll get back to posting in the next couple of days 🤗
aot fans be prepared to feel my wrath !!
cause you can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know i'm there