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Save The Last Dance For Me.
NOW PLAYING: Michael Bublé — Save The Last Dance For Me
SYNOPSIS: It’s your last night as an engaged couple. So, obviously, he takes you out on the town to celebrate.
Established Relationship || AgedUp!Sero X Fem!Reader || SongFic Fluff
A/N: Dudes i spent too long making that header graphic. also this was a shit idea i got this morning so now you get this. listening to a sero playlist, this song showed up, IMMEDIATELY got a fic idea. have fun reading this crap lmao. uuuhhh as for ages, both of you are 24-26. Sorry for it being Fem!Reader. I will absolutely try to make something GN! in the future i promise 😭 he’s probably gonna be ooc ugh
“Now you can dance every dance with the guy Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight And you can smile every smile for the man Who held your hand beneath the pale moonlight”
“You ready?” He asks, grinning at you. All his. You had been for the past few years — seven years together, three spent engaged. But tomorrow was the day the knot was officially tied, and you were properly married. You nod excitedly, stepping out of the car after he opened the door for you.
What better way to celebrate than a night out?
“But don't forget who's takin' you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”
He laughed from the bar, watching you. You were having fun. That was all that mattered. He knew you were his and his alone; your loyalty had been tested so many times when he went off with his hero work. You hadn’t cheated. Not once, not ever. So, he didn’t care what you did.
Sero watched you with a smile, feeling his chest ache with sheer love. It was hard to think you’d be his wife in the morning- But that was just the truth. And he was thankful for that.
“Oh, I know that the music's fine Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun Laugh and sing, but while we're apart Don’t give your heart to anyone”
You were dancing. It was fun. Sero didn’t care what you did. You loved that about him. He was so confident in just letting you do what you wanted. Which, he was right to be confident in it- You were his. You knew it, and you loved him.
You could feel his eyes on you. You liked that fact. Your freedom was something that made him feel good. Seeing him all smiley the way he always got… It was nice.
“And don't forget who's takin' you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”
He remembered your first date. It was back in U.A.’s halls; you’d been dumped, and he’d comforted you. He just sat there and rubbed your back in small circles, letting you cry and rant about your ex. Sure, it wasn’t a “date”, but it was what got his number in your phone. Originally, it was so you could call him when you needed comfort.
It was hard to think that the sad girl he’d found in the hallway was becoming his future.
“Baby, don't you know I love you so Can't you feel it when we touch I will never, never let you go I love you oh, so much”
You remembered the official first date. He’d taken a walk around campus with you, then took you to a boba place. You nearly started snickering. It felt like so much back then. Compared to the current lifestyle you two shared, that first date was so simple.
“You can dance, go and carry on 'Til the night is gone And it's time to go If he asks if you're all alone Can he walk you home, you must tell him no”
You flopped into the chair next to your soon-to-be, grinning at him tiredly. “Do you wanna dance, pretty?” Hanta cooed, holding out a hand for you to take. You did. You smiled as he pulled you up and out onto the floor.
“'Cause don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be Save the last dance for me”
You could smell his cologne as he spun you once, twice around. It was nice. “You’re so pretty, y’know that?” He asked you softly, his raven hair brushing around with the movement of your twirls. You looked away with a tiny smile, barely pulling back to offer a small nod before moving close again. He just laughed.
“Oh, I know that the music's fine Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun Laugh and sing, but while we're apart Don't give your heart to anyone”
Your laughter rang through the night as he pulled you back to the outside, your fingers locked with his as you ran. What for, he hadn’t said. He just tugged you along, grinning and giggling like a kid.
“And don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”
He pulled you along the sidewalk, over to an old building. It looked abandoned and worn with time, but Sero continued to guide you through it, heading for the staircase. You looked at him quizzically. “Just trust me,” he smiled, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them. He was excited for whatever his surprise was.
“So don't forget who's taking you home Or in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”
Each step was taken two at a time; for you it was out of curiosity, for him it was from delight.
When you finally got to the abandoned rooftop, he’d set up something small — not much, but it was still beautiful. There was a radio, which was playing love songs, with a picnic basket set aside for later.
“Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me Ooh, you make a promise That you'll save the last dance for me Save the last dance The very last dance For me”
Abruptly, he pulled you close, dipping you low to the ground. You gasped, not ready, but managed to keep yourself from falling. He just smiled down at you.
“Tell me, wifey. Did you save the last dance for me?”
۶ৎ ─ skatentines!
pairings : kaminari d. x gn!reader
warnings : swearing, mutual pinning, cheesy, SO AWKWARD, a bit slow-paced, reader is kinda flirty :P
a/n : FIRST SMAU I'VE EVER WRITTEN SORRY IF ITS BAD :(
“Siiiigghhh…”
Today had been slow in the skate shop, and nothing bores the blonde boy more than a slow day in the shop. Kaminari huffed, glancing his golden eyes to the clock, watching it tick by slowly. The faint electric guitar riffing the melody he had grown to know every high and lows already had repeated for the fifth time that day, and all he had to say was a groan as he threw his head to the counter as he peeked at the time again, wishing his shift was magically over.
Ring! The door opened, a small bell rang from the top of it, as you walked in, your eyes darted around the shop as your hands clutched a skateboard by the trucks of it. Then, you spotted him, walking over slowly.
“Hey, um…” You spoke, fidgeting with the wheels of the board.
“I’m here to get some wheel change…”
Kaminari stood there for a moment, his eyes wide and his lips parted just slightly as he seemed to eye you up and down. Then he spoke up, clearing his throat.
“Oh! Uh… yeah, w-we can help with that.” He smiled sheepishly, nervously rubbing his hands to the side of his jeans.
You handed your board, carefully placing it on his hands as he reached out. The board clacked softly against the counter as he placed it down, wheels facing up. He hissed in the air from his teeth.
“Nice board.” He grinned at you, which slowly turned into pursing his lips from his realization of his awkwardness.
You nodded your head, “Thanks,”
Silence fell between you two, broken only by the faint melody of Avril Lavigne singing from the speakers; something about skater boys, and the sound of him rummaging through the counter’s cabinets, taking out a wrench, and a new set of wheels, as well as a piece of cloth already dirtied by oil.
“So uh,” “Just the same set? Streets?” He made sure, pausing his hands just before he opened the packed wheels.
You nodded, “Yeah, streets.”
Damn it, this is so… awkward… He thought, biting the insides of his cheek, pursing his lips with slightly furrowing brows as he nodded to your request. He cleared his throat, maybe louder than he had to. His hands opened the wrapped wheels, white, solid, and smooth, with small designs at the sides. He glanced at you from beneath his hair, meeting your eyes maybe a little bit too precisely. He darted his eyes back down, clearing his throat again. The familiar feeling of heat creeped up his neck.
“S-so uh…” He croaked, “How long’ve you had this board for?”
You stammered for a second, caught off guard by his sudden question. “Around… two years?”
He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Nice,” “You took nice care” He smiled, tilting his head up from his work to look at you.
Much to his surprise, he was met with you smiling back so sweetly as you nodded. “I don’t really skate that often.” You admitted, chuckling as you softly swayed your body back and forth to get rid of the nerves. He laughed along, screwing tight the bolts before he lifted the board up, turning it around to check it from below.
“That should do it,” He grins, handing the board back to you.
“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” Receiving the board on your right hand, you reached into your bag to take out your wallet.
He stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly to be considering something in his head as he eyed you up and down from your face to your board. Then, he grinned, turning to the cashier, tapping on a tablet before looking back at you. Seeing your confused face, he giggled. “For someone as cute as you? Free.” He said, his grin turning to a small smirk.
“Are you sure?” You chuckle lightly, tilting your head to the side to study his face, I guess he’s kind of cute. His eyes stayed fixed, nodding as he gestured to you to be off on your way.
“More than sure.”
“...Okay thenn…” You smiled, shrugging off.
As you left, he waited for a moment, listening until your steps had receded, before he hit his head, slapping himself on the cheek because what the hell was that, Kami?! He mocked himself, reenacting the way he said his flirt to you, and cringed. Groaning loudly as he dropped his head on the counter.
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“Come o-on! It’s been months since we last hung outt!” Mina’s voice whined from the phone. You hummed as you contemplated, your hand lazily flicked down on your board’s wheels, the same free wheels from a month ago, now already scratched and dirty from use.
Sigh… “Okay, fine, meet me at the park.” You smiled, complying as you stood up and flicked your board to your hand. Mina’s cheer was heard, followed along by a repeating chant of ‘Let’s go!’.
Winds of afternoon greeted you as you walked out the gates of your apartment complex, you zipped up your jacket, one hand clutching the board by the deck, letting it rest beside your waist.
Upon arriving, Mina was sitting on the edge of a curb, her legs curled up against her chest while her head rested on her knees, lazily gazing down on her pink phone while her board lay idly beside her.
“Oi” You called out, snickering at her lonely form.
Her head snapped to your direction, grinning as she jumped up, greeting you. “Y/N!!” She chimed, skipping her steps to you. “I need to go to the skate shop down the street first, c’mon.’ She cheekily smiled, tugging by your hand to turn your body to the opposite direction.
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Ring! The shop’s door rang, jolting Kaminari awake from the nap on his hands, making him stand back up immediately. “Hey, welcome—”
Wait. He recognized… that smile, your face, your eyes, he remembered that. Of course he did, despite it being a whole month ago. He told Eijiro of your purchase that day, sheepishly admitting he gave away a 2000 yen worth of purchase to someone he thought looked so cute. Sure, he got some scolding, but it was worth it… he guesses.
The world sure is small. You’re friends with Mina, a friend he had known even before he worked here.
“Mina!” He greeted, grinning as he made his exit from behind the counter. Mina smiled, hugging him as she rambled about how she missed going into the shop, and how her injuries’ gotten better so now she can start skating again.
Kaminari smiled, glancing towards you, he mustered up the courage to greet you. “Hey, I remember you.” He said, grinning sweetly as if that was a normal thing to say to someone who you had met only the second time.
“I remember you, too,” You replied a little too quickly. I mean—how could you not? The cute blonde who gave away a wheel set worth 2000 yen to you? And for a second, just one second, you swore to yourself you saw his smile tightened just slightly as you said that.
He quickly diverted his gaze away from yours, clearing his throat to push away that small blush creeping up his neck. “So uh…” He rubs his neck, glancing at you two from the corners of his eyes. “W-what brought you guys here?”
“Just wanted to get some spray paints.” Mina chimed, already making her way to the shop’s aisles, before shortly the sound of cans clanking in her hands were heard, muttering to herself as she debated on the colors she wanted to get, something about pink or yellows, while Kaminari stood awkwardly by your side, waiting for her to make her purchase by the counter as he swayed back and forth on his feet. “So uh… you wanna get anythin’...?” He spoke finally, a hint of crack was heard in his voice as he grinned sheepishly, puckering his lips to the side almost immediately.
“No…” You chuckled fiddly. “Just uh… waiting for her…” Your thumb pointed to Mina, who was still muttering to herself by the aisle.
It seemed like crickets sang between the two of you, and if this was a reality show, the narrator had probably commented ‘Awkward…’ towards your interaction. He opened his mouth slightly, a small sound came out from him like he was trying to say something… but then, Mina made her way back, rattling the cans in her hands as she grinned happily. “Got ‘em!! Let’s go!”
And so you two walked out. You turned to look at him as you reached for the door, with an intention of waving to him. His smile greeted you. A dumb, silly, adorable smile, before he quickly snapped back to reality, waving back to you frantically.
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The first thing that greeted you as you opened a packet of bandages at home were Mina’s texts, chiming your phone.
You snicker at your phone, placing it beside you as you gently placed a bandaid on your scraped knee, patting it softly to secure it in place.
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It’s February! What better way is there to celebrate the month filled with hearts then to make an event? Thundergrind, the small skate shop down the street near a skate park, had been busy from the night before, decorating their ceilings with little paper hearts and unpacked their valentines’ special uniforms. Kaminari and Eijirou half-heartedly did one last check of their shop, before nodding in agreement, iiitt’s ready!
The blonde stood by the counter, waiting for any customers to enter, his foot tapping the floor to the song playing by the speakers. His job today was easy; help people decorate their boards, and spray paint their shirts.
He groaned, “Vaaalleenntiinness’...” dropping his head to the counter.
He is convinced to the core that today is going to be the most boring day of his time at the skate shop, if not the whole week. He’s still got at least a week handling the same job, and probably witnessing some disgusting interactions between the couples in the shop. Eijiro snickered, “C’mon, lighten up a bit.” He smiled, nudging Kaminari’s shoulder.
“Don’t wanna,” Kaminari huffed, resting his chin on his palm.
The day went on almost as he expected, straining smiles to the couples requesting cheesy designs, laughing a bit too loud at any awkward jokes, at least the shop’s lively he thought.
Ring! The shop’s door rang for the umpteenth time that day, and suddenly his job that day felt like lead weights on his shoulder. Watching you walk in with a blank white tee slung over your shoulder, making a bee line to his counter.
“Oh! Hey uh–... It’s you, hehe…” He smiled, then grinned, then just pursed his lips, running a hand through his hair.
You smiled nodding to him as a greeting while you slowly took the shirt from your shoulder, while your other hand fidgeted with your phone.
“I heard you guys… do shirt designs, for valentines'...?” You asked, raising your shoulders as you lifted the shirt in your hands.
He nodded fervently, smiling. “Mhm!” As his gloved hands already readied the spray paints on the counter, “I’ll do whatever you want—”
Pause.
“...I- I meant the designs.”
You snickered, handing him the shirt.
And for a moment, the small warmth from his gloved hand brushed against your fingers, a smile crept up your lips.
“I wanted a lightning bolt,” You said, shyly tilting your head to the side as you averted his nervous gaze. “Like your hair,”
A moment of silence was there, and you looked up to see him silently stammering while his hand tried to translate what he was trying to say, the other sheepishly brushing his hair back.
“Cool, cool, I can definitely do that.” He finally manages while clearing his throat, a hint of shakiness in his voice while his hands scurried to find the spray paints again. “Y-yellow? Oorr…”
You nodded, reaching your finger to the shirt to trace the design you had in mind. “Mhm, yellow, going from here to here,”
He smiled, nodding as he bent down to the shirt, putting on his mask while propping himself on his shoulders to get started on the shirt.
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Kaminari sighed, pulling down his mask while he brushed his hand under his nose. He smiled, satisfied with the work he’d done on your shirt, now decorated with a lightning bolt across it. He looked up to you, grinning.
“So, how’d you like it?” A proud tone on his voice.
You smiled, silently chuckling at his obvious pride. “I love it, Kami, Thanks.
“...You did a great job,” You added, even if it wasn’t even necessary.
The blonde’s grin faltered to a shy smile, as he brushed his hand under his nose again, a smudge of paint perched on it, and without a single thought,
you reached your hand, gently wiping his nose while snickering, “You got something… there.”
WHAT THE FUUUUUCKKK I’m gonna die RIGHT NOW. LIKE. RIGHT. NOW.
“Oh! Uh– Thanks…y/n,”
Kaminari’s mouth opened and closed before he so very shakily said, “Y-you’re… so sweet.”
His hands scurried to take off his gloves, as he turned his back on you, muttering stuff you didn’t quite catch, something along the lines of 'Why did you say that?!' or something. When he turned back around, he grinned again, it seemed strained, almost awkward as he reached for your shirt.
“H-here, uh–...”
CLANG! TANG! Were the sounds the cans made as he knocked them over, hurrying to salvage them before they made too much noise.
“S-sorry, here..”
You giggled, gently grabbing the shirt he handed. As you reached for your wallet, he reached out, almost grabbing your wrist to stop you. “It’s… o-on the house.” He smiled, immediately pulling back his hand to his side, clenching his fist.
“Really now, again?” You smiled.
“...If it makes you think of me, theenn… why not?” He grins sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of his nerves. You couldn’t help but scoff out a chuckle, failing miserably to hold back a smile, then a grin. “I already do.” You mumbled, before your ears picked up on a thud, while he ducks down to grab some more paint, along with some more cans clattering. He stood up immediately, rubbing the top of his head with the stupidest grin he’s thrown at you.
You still reached for your wallet anyway, grabbing the pen lying by the counter to scribble something on the cash you had, placing it on the counter before you turned away, throwing him one last smile.
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Closing time had never felt so nice. Kaminari’s smile hadn’t faltered since you left. In his pocket (that he kept on checking in to) lies the cash you had given him, despite his words. He rummaged his pocket again as he locked the shop’s doors, unfolding the small ruffled up paper, as his fingers smoothed out the small numbers you had written messily on it, your phone number.
He couldn’t help but let out a small squeak as he walked, his eyes looking at the Yen like it’s a treasure he had found in the middle of trash, which it is, in his opinion.
“Spill,” Eijiro chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve sulked all day, but now you’re all jolly?”
Kaminari’s hand immediately pocketed the small cash, clearing his throat. “Nothin’” Yet his smile betrayed his ecstasy. “Just…happy that the day’s over, is all.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.
Eijiro’s skepticism was obvious as he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Mhm, suuuuure.”
…
“I got their number!!” Kaminari blurted out, clapping his hands over his mouth to hide his huge smile.
The red head’s eyes widen, along with his toothy smile. A cheer escaped his lips as he pushed Kaminari’s shoulder, laughing. “Text them, hello??”
“I will, I will!!!”
“...At home.” Kaminari stuck out his tongue, pacing up his steps to race past Eijiro.
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Kaminari immediately closed, locked his apartment door. Leaning against it while clutching his phone on his chest, he looked like those rom-com movie characters right now. His grin still graced his red-nosed face, as he slowly glanced down to his phone, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard before typing out his first message to you.
Kaminari’s smile tensed. His thumbs froze, and the typing… bubble kept on replaying the animation as he stared at your message. He speeds to his bed, screaming into his pillow while he giggles, but stops abruptly to slap himself.
“Be a man, Kaminari, be a man.”
He huffed, slapping both his hands to his cheeks.
Never had a laugh and a scream escaped from his lips that fast, and that loud. Kaminari’s hand slammed his phone to the bed, as he covered his mouth with his pillow again, giggling while jumping all around his apartment.
Handsome. HANDSOME. HANDSOME.
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The evening winds caressed his face gently as he rocked back and forth on his heels, one hand clutching his phone, one hand rubbing up and down on his bag’s strap nervously. In his pocket, lay a small letter he wrote himself after around ten times redoing, along with a small simple black bracelet he had bought just three days before, dragging Eijiro and Mina to find the perfect one.
“Kami,” Your voice softly called, making him turn around to look at you. And if the shop’s LED’s weren’t enough to make your eyes look like the prettiest things he’s seen in the world, then boy did the setting sun and the skies do.
Oh, oh.
The first impression he had on you when you two first met was that you were so cute. But goodness the orange hue of the sun bouncing off your hair, your cheeks, oh my GOD he was ready to just kiss your cheeks.
“H-Hey! Uh…”
“You look… n-nice…” He grins, sheepishly swaying his body right and left as you approach.
You smiled, running your hand back through your hair while you fidgeted something in your pocket.
“Thanks, Kami.”
He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. His hands twitched—he wanted to pinch your cheeks. But he held back, obviously.
You two walked along the skate park, accompanied by the scrapes and the clacks of other skaters in the park, chatting and rambling about various things. He would beam up when you mentioned you also liked Avril Lavigne, or My Chemical Romance, and even Paramore. Awkwardly, he would tell you that he can do a trick, then landing on his bum after doing a small ollie.
Then, you would giggle and snicker, and he finds himself purposely messing up his tricks just to hear those cuts of laughter from you. And every time he did succeed to earn your laughter, he’d give the stupidest, dorkiest smile ever, before standing up, brushing himself off.
“You’re faking this,” You teased, between laughter.
“Naaaww, I’m just bad.” He grins, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes flickering between you and the ground as he smiles. “Okay, maybe I’m doing it on purpose.” He admitted, throwing his hands up in surrender while he walked backwards.
“...But only ‘cause I get to hear you laugh,” His smile immediately faltered when he realized what he had just said. “L-Like in the way that uh—...”
“You like my laugh…?” You chuckled, tilting your head.
“Yeah?” cough cough “Uhm… in a your-laugh-is-nice kinda way, y’know?” He chuckled nervously, shrugging off his nerves and his ever growing blush.
“...And I guess your face is nice too,”
“A-and your hair… your voice…” He muttered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
You blinked, smiling as you let out a huff. “You like me… back?”
He groaned, throwing his hands up to his hair, covering his face with his palms, “Fine, I guess I like you… a lot…”
Pause.
“W-wait— ‘back’?” He looked up to you from between his fingers, his voice muffled. You only smiled back, pretending to be clueless as his grin grew and he jumped towards you with laughter echoing in the air, hugging you tightly, before quickly remembering something, pulling back as he cleared his throat.
He reached into his pocket, taking out a small letter and a bracelet, handing it over to you as he looked to the ground. “For you,”
You smiled, “Aw,”
“Thank you, Kami” You said, admiring the small loop.
You happily accepted his small gift as you reached into your own pocket, taking out a small miniature skateboard keychain. “My turn, for you, too.” Your hand handed over the keychain, and he nervously accepted it to his palm, smiling softly as he admired it.
“It’s cute, thanks, y/n.”
“...Cute, l-like you.”
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dworkism | do not repost!
a/n : LAAATTTEEE SOO LAATTEE SUPER LATE VALENTINES' POST SORRY :(
➤ masterlist!
heyy i love your smaus 🩷🩷 and i wanted to request one where the reader texts the guys that they have an emergency but they only want them to like kill a spider and maybe like the aftermath of that 😭 (i ask you include hitoshi but other then that’s its up to you) 🫶🏻🫶🏻
⋆˚࿔ sticky situation
— includes: midoriya, kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader but denki says “mama”, can be platonic or romantic!
authors note: thankkk u for the request anon! denki, eiji, and hanta are scared of spiders canon!!!
hiii guys i will post an smau tdy! ;)
and hopefully i can complete two more requests this week !!!!
𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪ control. ft ; sero hanta
one ; sex is sex, and sero hanta has been through a hard week, you just so happen to be his saviour one random night. mdni. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!PARTYNEXTDOOR P4 ft ; mha boys
sero had one mission, just get his dick squeezed and leave. the man was sexually frustrated he couldn’t care for any small talk, he needed someone who needed to be fucked just as bad as he did. for some odd reason, you stood out to him. the backless cocktail dress, gleamed underneath the poorly installed ceiling lights, tattoos from your neck that drove down to your ankle, soft glimmering eyeshadow accompanied with bold cappuccino lips. for some reason, you screamed sex. sex with no strings attached.
sero felt himself gliding towards you before he could even register moving. swiftly and smoothly, taking a seat on the barstool next to you, your lips still intact with the glass of martini, as you watched him without turning your head.
placing your glass down, your freshly manicured nails tapped the marble surface. “i don’t need you buying me drinks, if that’s what you’re here for” sero chuckled, as his tongue fiddled with his lip piercing, “aren’t you a cheeky one” taking in sero’s features, you took his wildly styled mullet into account, along with the white button-up that complimented his build, his face adorned with silver, just along his right eyebrow, the lip piercing he was currently playing with and earrings flooded everywhere they possibly could on both his ears.
well fuck.
“no strings attached.” you repeated, as sero walked you through his apartment. he chuckled as you looked at him, wondering if he was serious about this “told ya cutie, js’ need my dick relieved”
you turned around, placing your hands on his chest, “i’m all yours then.”
slipping the soft withery satin material off your glittery fragranced skin, sero nipped at your shoulder as your hands entangled into his messy hair, “let me be in control” he muttered inbetween nips, admiring the considerately placed marks, the same ones that would stare right back at you the next morning, reminiscing on the night before. sero placed you onto his plush duvet, carefully as if you were a glass rose, admiring the site infront him, fiddling hurriedly with his jeans, eager to get them off as he positioned himself infront of you, your hands splayed over your head, as you watched him impatiently rutting your hips. “look at you,” he cooed, “so eager for me hm?”
he gently aligns his tip with your entrance, so slowly pushing in as you grab onto his bicep to steady yourself, holding your breath as you feel him slowly stretch you out, feeling a sudden pop causing a gasp to escape your lips. your legs hugged his waist, as he buried himself inside, you whined painfully, “atta girlll…i gotchu baby” he reassured you as he caressed your chin.
sero spoke to you as if he hadn’t met you in a bar and brought you into his home, just to fuck. sero reassured you and fucked you like he’s been doing it for years.
placing gentle kisses along your collarbone, making sure to look up at you through his hazy eyes as he continues his movement.
“mmm, yr’ so tight..”, he mutters beneath a groan,, building up his thrusts more rough, the pleasure so intense and unfamiliar as you whimper against his lips once he dips down to place a chaste kiss against yours.
you grabbed onto his bicep harder, as your legs tightened around his waist, alarming sero.
“hm? what is it, pretty?”, he hums against your neck, his thrusts the perfect level of rough for you as he uses two of his long fingers to rub circles around your clit.
you gasp at the secondary pleasure from sero’s fingers, “feels too good.”, you manage to get out between broken breaths.
“no strings attached cariño”, he teases as you feel the gradual buildup of pleasure knotting in your stomach, your legs tensing up as you let out a string of soft moans.
“fuck, you gonna come? so fast?”, he lets out a breathy chuckle, speeding up his pace on your clit while his thrusts grow lazier and rougher.
you nod mindlessly, “i- i think so..”
“don’t think i’m far off either..”, he states, his voice growing hoarse as he feels his own buildup, letting out soft groans as he continues rutting into you.
once he starts feeling your pussy clench around his cock as your orgasm takes over, he’s absolutely done for, holding out for any second he could before pulling out quickly, pumping his cock over you as his cum sprays over your abdomen, his sweet moans echoing the walls of your room, as you came undone.
you placed a kiss on his soft lips, as you tilted your head at him, teasing him “that look doesn’t really give no strings attached sex”
“yeah? what are you gonna do about it?”
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found family
bloom this is so us do u agree 🙈
lotus that’s literally us give me a lock of ur hair so i can make u into a doll ☺️
i feeeel like i should make an about me post
Fem! Bakukami („• ᴗ •„) I feel like Denki would be into fashion cause she loves to feel pretty and confident ( and the attention) and Katsuki would use the same 3 shirts cause how does it affects her hero training (they r cute together tho)
HIII (this has been deleted 3 times tumblr why u hate me) I came back after a while (why did I get a job) and I wasn’t expecting so many interactions what the hell???? ily guys this means so much to me thank u for liking my art o(〒﹏〒)o I did this Bakukami sketch as a thank u!!!, but yeah I just wanted to say that! Thank u really, hope u all are having an amazing week (⌒▽⌒)♡
hii bloom ily n u r so awesome.. I KNOW i was just in ur requests but im literally obsessed w u n ur work sooo bad, no rush on completing this!! just if you're wanting then could you do PERHAPS do boyfriend kiri content it can be smau drabble headcanon ANNND it can be sfw nsfw whatever!! but if u don't mind could u mayb do a kiri x f!reader moments where they are studying and the reader is really overwhelmed so kiri tries to cheer them up by going down on them 🙈🙈🙈
⋆˚࿔ where fire burns and molten melts
contains: nsfw content!! minors dni. f!reader, eating out, established relationship, fluffiest smut you’ll ever read.
authors note: so is this too intimate orrrrr
word count: 2.8k
you tapped your pen against the paper, glancing over to check the document on your laptop. your eyes darted back and forth between the two materials as you copied the text onto the paper. you were studying a case file of a villian you and hawks had captured a couple weeks back. police outlets recently revealed that the villain might be connected to a new murder case.
hawks can never do his paperwork in time. so of course the newbie pro-hero has to do all his dirty work. your head spun and your eyes burned. the sun had already made its full route, and you were still working on the case. it had been hours at this point.
you let out a quiet sigh as you sit back against the arm of your couch, rubbing your sore eyes. when your hands leave your face your gaze didn’t immediately go back to the screen sitting on your lap.
they looked up.
there, eijiro is humming softly across from you. he using one hand to flip through a book— you know he’s probably reading something about dragons since fantasy is his favorite genre. his other hand is occupied with petting your legs; one draped across his toned thighs and the other bent up against his chest.
eijiro joined you on the couch two hours ago after a long, warm shower. his chirpy face and clarifying voice immediately saturated you and you told yourself you’d finish the file tonight.
your boyfriend's hand were usually warm as he ghosted over your knee and thigh before settling back on your legs. he occasionally let out a small gasp or mumbled to himself about the story in his book, the noise blending in nicely to the background sound of the outside wind.
your apartment creaks under the wind's blow, catching eijiro’s attention. he looks up and his eyes widen slightly when his pupils find yours, a smile carving itself onto his face. “are you done baby?” he ask. the speed of his rubbing slightly increases and you feel like his fingertips could burn into your skin, as if to mark their territory.
you blink, eyes drifting back to your laptop. “not yet.“ you exhale, pushing your hair back. “it should just be a couple more hours.” you attempt to reassure, more so yourself than him.
“but—“ eijiro’s rubbing stops, his palm laying flat on your leg. the warmth from his hand merges into you, “you won’t get any work done when you like this.” he says, pouting.
you squint your eyes. something about his tone is off. his eyes are nothing short of pleading. maybe he’s tired? “you can go to bed. i’ll be right behind you.” you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. it was late and you both had had a long day.
“no, i want to be with you.” eijiro says, his tone surprisingly firm before it faints back to its familiarly sweet origin. the rubbing picks up before his voice, “i just think that you should take a break.”
“break—?” you nearly stutter. a break wouldn’t help now. not when you're already so focused. not when you were so close to being done.
as if he could read the doubts all over your face eijiro swiftly intervenes, “you deserve it.” he says, wrapping you into the comforting embrace of his voice. just that alone made you feel way less tense. he placed his book to the side and kissed your knee then laid his cheek against it.
his eyes raked down your image—- taking in every detail, and you felt a pool of heat collect in your lower stomach. the kiss was so gentle, his words were so soft. it was impossible to resist him.
you closed your laptop and carefully placed it onto the coffee table. “okay, a short break.” you said, emphasis on the short.
eijiro cheers. he shifts, swapping his cheek out for his hand. he protectively gripped your knee as he positioned himself above you with his other hand holding onto the couch’s arm behind you. his head blocked the light from the kitchen, capturing his figure in outline of yellow glow. his grin shines as he dips his head towards you, eyes questioning.
you wordlessly nod, melting as his lips meet yours. his hands dance down and along your inner thigh but remain a safe distance from your growing problem. but it doesn’t matter because your lips fit eijiro like the perfect piece of a puzzle.
you make use of your hands and settle them on the nape of his neck, resting along his black roots. and just like that all your worries wash away. all you can focus on now is how he’s gently nipping on your bottom lip, licking over it again and again.
your tongue comes out of hiding and slithers into your boyfriend's mouth. eijiro groans, grip on you just barely tightening. he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. you breathe slowly, eijiro does the same, and you wonder how you both got carried away so quickly.
“i love how dedicated you are to your hero work,” eijiro’s eyes are locked onto yours and his voice strained.
you bite your lip, eijiro’s low rumbling voice traveling to cunt. you wonder if that should make you feel ashamed (it doesn’t).
“but sometimes i miss having you to myself.” he whines, sounding utterly desperate. you suck in a breath and press your thigh together.
“oh baby,” you bring a hand up to cup his cheek. eijiro’s eyes falter into a dreamlike state, “you'll always have me,” you lean in to kiss the tip of his nose. “i’ll always be yours.” you repeat.
your boyfriend’s face is almost fully covered with blotches of pink. he groans again, a lighter one this time, and hides himself behind your shoulder, his mouth brushing against the tip of your ear. “let me help you relax.” his pleadingly whispers.
the words send an electrical shock through your body. you instinctively place a hand on his chest but don’t push back, “relax..?” you inquire cautiously. you know exactly what’s going through your mind, what you want. but you weren’t so sure your sweet, innocent, muscular, boyfriend was thinking.
you are just now realizing how he’s towering over you. his bicep is flexed as his grip behind you stands strong. prominent vines run up and down his arm. his eyes are blurred with something. something that tells you his thoughts are leaning down a similar road as yours.
he looks down and hooks his hand under your propped up knee. his thumbs drag along your skin. “relax.” he repeats.
now you know exactly what he means. your boyfriend lives off of treating you like royalty. no matter what he always puts you and your pleasure first. and the way he buries himself between your thighs and feasting like it’s last meal makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are.
the blood rushes to your head as your mind gets flooded with thoughts of seeing him like that; seeing him be so attentive, so submissive. and all of it just being for you. you could really use that about now.
before you can open your mouth to reply, eijiro gravitates his hand to hover over your clothed core. and though he doesn’t touch you directly, your breath still hitches.
“like this.” eijiro confirms— though you were sure he knew that you knew what he meant —his warm breath tickling your skin.
“eiji—“ you want to reason with yourself, to have an excuse. but fuck your boyfriend’s fingers, your boyfriend’s tongue, is way better than the lazy ‘thanks’ you would receive from hawks for completing the case file on time.
“can i?” he kisses the spot between your jawline and neck. your next breath in is mixed with a moan and you decide that this torture as gone on long enough.
“yeah, yeah go ahead. please.” you attempt to hide the undertone of neediness in your voice.
eijiro reels in your acceptance. he buckles down to his knees, big hands resting on the outer side of both your thighs. he doesn’t waste time prying your legs open and placing a kiss on top of your clit. the gesture seeps beneath the layers of clothing leaving a buzzing feeling swirling in your warmth. your chest arches up slightly as you take a deep breath.
“sorry,” eijiro retreated, leaning his head on your thigh. “i won’t get ahead of myself.” he murmurs and your heart soars. he always takes his time with you— treating you like his prized possession. eijiro goes on to intricately kiss along your inner thighs and occasionally decorate them with pretty tooth marked petals. you hands floated to hold onto his hair, messaging it sweetly. every mark he left felt like a touch to the sun and your skin flourished in the burn.
you groaned impatiently, “babe, please.” you brought up your other hand and caressed his cheeks. his gaze was filled with an aching kind of love, one that spoke of quiet promises and unshaken devotion. it sometimes still makes you nervous. “i want you now.” you breathed out.
eijiro urgently nodded and repositioned the two of you so he could easily peel off your shorts. he did so carefully. once the shorts slipped off your legs he folded them in half and put them on the coffee table behind him.
he returned his face back to you to find you wiggle your hips, silently begging for some type of friction. eijiro licks his lips, soaking in the sight of you being so vulnerable underneath him. “having all of your attention,” eijiro sounds out of breath as he gradually takes your underwear off. “it’s all i want.” he lets out a strangled groan when your glistening slick is revealed.
eijiro is lost for a minute. your whine at his staring causes his focus to come back.
he puts your underwear off to the side and resumes his teasing kisses. working around your throbbing walls, “this is all i want.” he speaks into your skin, his words causing every inch of your body to react. “you’re all i want.”
you can’t understand why eijiro feels the need to say all of this now. you know. you know how much he loves you. you know how much you mean to him. he had proven time and time again that you’re his number one.
but still, you find yourself struck by his words. “eiji.” you whine. you tugged the hand that was tangled in his blazing hair and eijiro immediately halts. “please.”
“sorry babygirl,” he says and finally hooks both of his hands under your knees. he keeps a steady grip and pushes your legs back, completely exposed to your soaked pussy, “didn’t mean to make us wait.”
he gives an experimental kiss to your clit before fully committing. his fingertips press into your skin as he leans forward and latches onto your bud. you let out a filthy moan at the contact. eijiro, wanting to pawn more of the sound out of you, does it again. your hands run to free the strands of hair blocking his view— mostly so you can get a better look of his face while his spit mixed in with your juices.
the room is suddenly full of sounds of squelching and soft moaning, both coming from you. eijiro is ruthless. his jaw is slacked open, licking up as much of you as he can.
when he circles his tongue around your clit, your legs, that are hanging behind his shoulders, pull him in closer. eijiro’s eyes don’t leave your face, it was clear that he wanted to see how you reacted to every single touch. you throw your head back into the corner of the couch, absolutely hypnotized by the feeling of his tongue traveling so passionately inside of you.
“eiji you—.” you find that your ability to speak is gone, your words coming out as a whimper.
your boyfriend doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, fully immersed in you. your mouth— which you don’t remember leaving open —stings around the edges, feeling numb. eijiro slurps your wetness on his flat tongue. you shutter.
and although your head is cloudy and you can barely focus, you know the boy thrives on praise and you feel the need to let him know how good he’s doing. “you’re doing ah-amazing, baby.” you babble.
eijiro moans. you watch as his brows furrow and his hips buck against the couch below. the sight causes something in your stomach to coil. eijiro pulls away from your heat to trail kisses up your stomach. one of his hands moves from under your knee, dropping your leg on his shoulder and moving down to your folds. the contrast of his rough fingers to your soft skin was like a blade to silk. opposites, but somehow blending together perfectly.
and like he’s done dozens of times before, eijiro tips his finger into you, slowly. the movement never fails to drive you crazy. eijiro is careful— as always. you can see the focus flashing in his eyes as he inches his fingers deeper into you, engrossed in your glowing entrance.
you blushed. you didn’t expect to take this this far, but you definitely weren’t complaining.
it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the stretch and eijiro’s mouth is already off to licking your clit again as he adds another finger. your hips wiggle at the feeling of being full. your body tenses up for a moment and eijiro stops, but when you let out a satisfied sigh he continues. eijiro holds you steady as pumps his fingers in and out of your sex, deliciously stretching you open. at the same time his tongue, dripping in your taste and scent, laps over your folds.
eijiro rides your leg up higher and pulls away again. he leans into you, “such a pretty girl.” he whispers against your thigh, still working his fingers inside you. “i love you,” he kisses your knee. “so so much. you know that?”
you nod your head aggressively, a half-cry, half-whimper leaving your lips. “i know.” you mumble. you feel lightheaded and your ears are starting to ring. your heart is racing but you don’t feel scared in eijiro’s presence, you feel blissful. “ah—i love you too.”
eijiro takes the initiative to slip his fingers out, wanting you to finish on his tongue. you don’t waste time mourning on the absent feeling because eijiro is quick to fill you up again.
he licks you up and down, his nose now becoming a part of the shiny mess. eijiro increases his speed and intensity as his nails print crescent moons in your flesh.
the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as your boyfriend mewled into your folds. through shaky breaths your titled your head up, watching him devour you, practically making out with your pussy. the sight manages to send you over the edge, pleasure blooming inside of you. “baby, i— i’m gonna..” your voice gets caught in your throat and your mind goes blank, solely focused on the enticing sensation.
“uh huh i know. go right ahead, precious.” eijiro drunkenly slurs into your wetness.
the muscles in your thighs stiffen as your legs jerk up. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only sensation— the sharp pull of ecstasy, the dizzying warmth of release. a broken string of moans and short heavy breaths jolt out from your gut, your white blood drained knuckles contrasting with your boyfriend's vibrant red hair.
eijiro’s mouth doesn’t stop until a couple of seconds later; licking you clean and littering kisses all over your now swollen lips. you heart is pounding so loud you could hear it’s rhythm thumping in your ears. your entire body has gone slack as your boyfriend stands up from his kneeling position.
you don’t get the chance to fully recover from your high before eijiro speaks up, “the case. it’s about the villian you and hawks took down in mandaree, right?”
you struggle to make out your boyfriend's words, “huh—?”
“don’t worry sweetheart. i’ll do it for you.” eijiro kisses your cheek, leans back, and then kisses your forehead. “alrighty, up!” without warning eijiro picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he quickly makes his way to your bedroom.
eijiro gently descends you onto the velvety sheet ontop of your bed. you squirm at the feeling of the cool sheet beneath you. a long exhale escapes your mouth.
the bed dips down as eijiro crawls in beside you. it’s hard to ignore the trace of wetness clung to his mouth and dripping down his chin. the evidence of his work makes your stomach weakly tighten again.
you press a thumb to his lips and wipe off the slick from his satisfied grin.
eijiro takes this as an invitation. “sooo,” he rubs your arm, big eyes sparkling, “need some more help relaxing?”
a sour taste and a cruel heart
m.list
a\n so much angst. but imagine any of your favs when reading!
You were here, stuck at this shitty fucking party, supposed to dance the pain away—or so Ochako had said. And yet, there he was, standing six feet away from you, bathed in the flickering glow of those cheap strobe lights Denki had scored last minute from some run-down party store. Blue and purple hues wrapped around him, casting him as something ethereal. Almost angelic.
But he’s anything but that.
You know it from the festering, rotting feeling that creeps in every time someone so much as mentions his name. That man is no saint. He had ripped your heart out with bare hands and sharp teeth, peeled the skin from your bones, and left your flesh to rot.
You still remember how he ended it—how he left you with nothing but a cardboard box stuffed with the remnants of your last three years together. Left it by your door like garbage, not even man enough to look you in the eyes when he tossed you away.
That cruel smirk, the one that used to send you to your knees, now only sends you clutching at your chest, struggling to breathe. And now, here he is. Lost in the crowd but staring at you.
You had sworn to him that you two could make it, that you'd be the exception. But he never listened—when did he ever? Instead, he grew quieter. Stopped holding your gaze. Dropped your hand in crowds. For fuck’s sake, he stopped kissing you. Your lips still feel bare.
And a few weeks later, it was over.
You remember his face—so vacant, so cold, like a stranger trying to morph himself into the man you once loved. You had wished, prayed, that it was some sick prank. That it was all just a nightmare, and you'd wake up in his arms, the morning sun warming his skin, his body safe and solid beside you.
But instead, you woke up alone. Cold. With a raging headache and eyes too swollen to open properly.
That same morning, you were paired with him for a training session. He had loomed over you the way he always used to—except this time, he wasn’t yours. Just an opponent. A stranger planning to land a hit. You dodged, gasping for breath, and then—
You broke.
Sobbing, choking on your own breath, tears streaming down your face as you clung to his chest—hitting him, holding him, like you wanted to tear him apart but still needed him to put you back together. And in front of everyone, he just… held you.
He never spoke to you again after that.
And now, here he is, at this shitty graduation party, celebrating the same thing he threw you away for. And here you are, swirling the sour liquid in your cup, knocking it back too fast, desperate for something—anything—to dull the ache clawing at your ribs.
And here he is, still staring.
His eyes narrow slightly, like he sees right through you. Like he knows you still can’t stand the taste of alcohol. But he won’t be there to hold your hair back when you’re puking your guts out.
Not anymore.
can be any of your favs from mha <3
loooooootus!!! thoughts on this interaction?
i know they talk the craziest shit LMAO
bloooom!! ok so they so shit talk while passing a blunt around I DO NOT CARE WHO DISAGREES!!
like ugh dream blunt rotation tbh
HANTA SERO!!! Anyways can we appreciate how much screen time he got in the new movie. King shit. Love him.
Rockstar boyfriend HC
shinsou hitoshi
only ever wants to invite you to his shows because he's scared of messing up in front of you during band practice.
loves sharing music recs with you and making you playlists based off of your silly moods.
TAPPING ON YOUR BODY!! when you're riding passenger in the car, his hand is going to be glued to your thigh tapping away to whatever song is playing (of course you have aux).
however, whenever you try to tap to the rhythm back on him, he always corrects you because you have "no sense of rhythm."
has a custom guitar pick with your initial on it that he wears on a necklace.
LOVES when you sit in his lap when he's just casually playing guitar at home. he swears it suddenly channels the spirit of jimi hendrix in his fingers and makes him play better.
so sexy at shows. the infinite energy, sweat, messy hair, flashing his happy trail, always winking at you when your eyes meet during the set.
favorite bit to do is pretending that you're a random person he's picking up after the show.
"so...what might your name be, pretty thing? did you see me up there? can i buy you a drink?"
makes the cat try to shred on the guitar every now and then.
ritual of you picking out his outfits and doing his makeup for shows.
"i'm sorry babe, but i can't wear the 'i <3 my girlfriend' shirt for the 3rd night in a row."
SULKS after you catch the drum stick thrown in the crowd, but not the guitar pick he deliberately tried to throw in your direction.
threatening to sell locs of his hair and used underwear online whenever he pissed you off.
bandages his fingers for him whenever he shreds a little too hard.
always showing you the songs he write about you first before releasing it or playing it in front of an audience.
Confession!
“How much longer is this gonna take?”
“Just shut up and hand me the blow torch.”
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Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to
⋆˚࿔ nerd status
the mha boys with their nerdy s/o!
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero, shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff
authors note: everyone thank ari for the awesome idea!! i just made a nerd someone who’s super interested in a topic (varies but i try to be broad) and smart!
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
eijiro tries his very best to keep up with your rambling but most of the time just ends up smiling and nodding. when he does understand a topic he asks you a lot of questions about it, encouraging you to keep talking. “okay i didn’t quite understand it that time… but explain it again and i’m sure i’ll get it eventually!”
eiji unironically calls you smartypants, bookworm, and his genius while cupping your face and sprinkling you with kisses. if you even say that you feel ‘too nerdy’ he immediately reassures you. (with more kisses)
comic book store trips with you are his favorite thing ever! he will buy you any comic you want while he stares at the action figures in complete awe; it’s a win-win situation.
if you find yourself correcting his pronunciation of a word— which is pretty often —he’ll gladly thank you. “woah babe, i would’ve never caught that! you’re so smart.” will never shut up about how knowledgeable you are.
eijiro asks you what sources are reliable so he can learn more about your interest! he takes notes on your past and current interest for future references. he just adores seeing you beaming with happiness.
eiji makes sure to pick up on whatever your fixates on before holidays and events so he knows he’s gifting you according!
he isn’t the best at studying but when you’re the one making flash cards he somehow can understand things way better. “you’re like the best teacher!” he says after a tiring hour of studying.
if anyone tries to make fun of you he’s ON that. “excuse me, what did you just say?” and then he gives a passionate speech about how awesome you are to whoever was making comments about you. it definitely scares them off.
when you fall asleep on your desk, reading an article about one of your favorite documentaries, eiji makes sure to take your reading glasses off— kissing the lenses first —and slipping a pillow under your head, wishing you a goodnight.
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
you two spend hours talking about your interest; well it’s more of you spending hours attempting to explain them while denki keeps muttering, “what?” “how is that even possible?” “no way that’s a real word!”
denki pretends to not understand something so you can keep talking. he’ll ask you to repeat yourself, zone out to the sound of your voice when you do, and then ask you to explain again.
although denki is super into it when you talk about conspiracy theories and paradoxes, “how could the cat be dead and alive?? this literally doesn’t make any sense.”
tried to mock once by saying “well actually 🤓☝️” and cried after when you give him the silent treatment.
denki acts like you're his own personal tutor, “babe, help me study please! my brain is smooth and yours is— probably super wrinkly!” he will be super dramatic if you tutor someone else before him, like will look you dead in the eye and ask if you hate him after.
will buy you crappy matching polyester hoodies. “you look so good in that!” he coos, then takes a dozen pictures of you. you burn the hoodie after.
if you occasionally wear glasses he is so obsessed with seeing you in them. will (desperately) coax you two into studying just so he can see you push the frame back up the bridge of your nose and squint your eyes.
if you’re trying to study something he’ll be by your side scrolling through tiktok and sing along to the songs. he does this a couple of times before realizing it’s messing with your focus, “im sorry baby, how about i make it up to you with some kisses?” he grins. the worst study buddy.
denki will tell everyone you’re the smartest person on earth and fully believes it.
if you’re interested in animals he’ll bring you to zoos/aquariums and listen to you as you explain how their nervous systems’ work.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
hanta will buy you stickers, keychains, and little trinkets of whatever you’re fixated on. he’ll help you decide how to decorate with them too. by the months end you'll find your shelf full of favorite things!
hanta encourages you to randomly pop quiz him on what you’ve been talking to for the past week. he passes most of the time!
pretends like he’s jotting down notes during your study dates but he’s really just doodling a poorly drawn portrait of you. he’ll show you after and begs you to hang it up in your dorm room (you do).
will place his chin on your shoulder and hover over your laptop while you browse your favorite topics. “are we sure this is more interesting than me?” he’d whine.
hanta will google one thing about your current fixated topic and randomly drop it into conversation to try and impress you. “did you know octopuses have three hearts? oh you did! well— me too!”
your nerdiness catches up to hanta when it comes to dates. dates where he lets you ramble about books while holding your hand, walks in the park where he asks dumb questions just to make you laugh, and deep conversations at a coffee shop where he’s hanging onto every word you say.
museum trips; you both put on really cool outfits and hanta makes sure to compliment you a lot! you'll explain and geek out every exhibit and hanta will just go, “hold still for me mi alma?” and take more pictures.
hanta LOVES documentary nights. will break down every scene with you; the cinematography, the metaphors, the costume design.
comic store browsing is a big thing for you two as well. you will spend hours sitting on the store's carpet floor with hanta beside you. you take turns reading out loud and only leave after the librarian complains about your loud laughing for the fifth time.
if he catches you overworking yourself with work he’ll insist on taking care of you. he’ll put your stuff away, help you with your skincare routine, and tuck you into bed. “leave some of those brain juices for tomorrow my love,” he says as he kisses your forehead.
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
hitoshi is a chronic nod and smiler, though he does has some sort of understanding of what you say. he actually loves intellectual conversations. if you start talking about philosophy, psychology, or just some deep nerdy topic, he’s fully engaged. “damn… never thought about it like that.”
hitoshi won’t straight up admit he started watching your favorite show or reading your favorite book, instead he starts asking questions about characters or shares his theories …. turned out he’s very hooked.
hitoshi likes to observe your face when your focused, picks up on all your little habits like mumbling to yourself and repetitive tapping on the desk.
he’s a night owl so if you stay up late working on a passion project he’ll keep you company.
hitoshi will ensure that you get enough rest for the next day no matter what, even if it takes him dragging you into bed. “come on, your eyebags are gonna be worse than mines if you keep this up.”
his nerdy pickup lines are a joke.. at first. after a long day of studying the periodic table hitoshi will say “are you made of copper and tellurium? because you’re cu-te.” if you don’t immediately laugh he’d add “okay so that was cringy i’ll just die then.”
you and hitoshi spend a lot of time in the library, both of you thriving on the silence and an opportunity to focus.
you can not degrade yourself when hitoshi is around. he’ll hold you by both shoulders and say, ”you literally just explained all of human evolution to me like it was nothing. you’re a genius, shut up.” gentle tough love.
hitoshi’s favorite fixations of yours is anything related to history. he wants to learn about the edo period, meiji restoration, the death of emperors and you are the perfect learning outlet.
he is genuinely is fascinated by how well you take in and understand information like it’s nothing.
I love you MHA and I love you Katsuki and Izuku with all my heart. I hope you continue to be heroes and go on many adventures side by side for the rest of your lives.
☆ U.A. teacher Deku x pro-hero Dynamight!
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Clip Studio Paint | August 2, 2024
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They look so cute here I want to put them in my pocket ☹️
l've been thinking it'll be so cute if he visits him in the middle of classes bc his schedule is really busy as a hero, so he just goes to see Deku at any chance he gets 😊 maybe they have lunch together and Bakugou tells him about his missions and Deku gives his insight and also tells him about the interesting quirks of his students...
Bakugou trying to act normal and not spoil the big surprise he's been preparing for Deku with the rest of their friends... 🥲 and being so excited to tell him, but he doesn't want to spoil it...