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(actually rushed anatomy practice disguised as hinata)

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Could we get a coworkers!AU? Preferably where he wants nothing to do with us LMAO

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a/n: anon i love your brain, you get me (may be a lil ooc but I DONT CAREEEE BC I LOVEEEEEE DISMISSIVE IZUKUU)

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( hinata shoyo x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — back in my haikyuu writing era ;)

♡ word count — 1.1k

♡ content — hinata shoyo x fem! reader, brazil! hinata, pro beach volleyball player! reader, slight nsfw, 18+, no explicit nsfw but it is mentioned, manga spoilers ig? even though i'm sure that many people know how it ends, established relationship, messy relationship, yearning, lmk if i missed anything!

♡ synopsis — after half a year in Brazil, the only time hinata feels like he is home...is when he's with you.

The first time Hinata sees you, you’re standing in the sand like you were born there.

The wind howls around you, but you don’t waver. The sand shifts beneath your feet, but you don’t stumble. Every movement is precise, every step purposeful.

You’re not just playing beach volleyball—you are the game, completely in sync with the rhythm of the court, the rush of the ocean breeze, the pulse of competition.

Hinata watches, entranced.

He came to Brazil to train, to push himself beyond his limits, to become more than just the player he was. But here, on the beach, everything is different.

The sand swallows his steps, the wind steals his control, and suddenly, the court he knew so well has transformed into something untamed.

He’s never played like this before, never had to adjust for an environment that fights back.

But you? You make it look effortless.

The match ends, and he’s already moving toward you before he fully realizes it. His shirt sticks to his skin, damp from his own practice, but all he can think about is you.

“How do you do it?” he blurts out, still catching his breath.

You turn, blinking at him with an unreadable expression. Up close, you’re even more intimidating—not in size, but in presence. Like you know exactly who you are, like the world doesn’t shake you.

“Do what?” you ask, tilting your head.

Hinata gestures vaguely to the sand, the wind, everything. “That! The way you move, the way you—like the wind doesn’t even touch you. How do you jump like that?”

A slow smile tugs at your lips. “I guess I just got used to it.”

“Teach me,” he says immediately, voice alight with determination. “Please.”

You exhale, watching him for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. Hope you’re ready to eat a lot of sand.”

It starts as training.

Late-night sessions on the sand, long after the sun has dipped below the horizon. The two of you meet when the rest of the world has gone quiet, when the only sounds left are the crash of waves and the occasional distant laughter from a nearby beach bar.

At first, he struggles. A lot.

The sand betrays him. The wind mocks him. The game he thought he understood has changed, and he stumbles over his own feet more times than he can count.

You laugh every time.

“Did you just trip over the air?” you tease as he groans, face-first in the sand.

“It moved!” Hinata protests, spitting out a mouthful of grit. “I swear the sand moved!”

You roll your eyes, offering him a hand. He takes it without hesitation.

The nights blur together—long hours spent chasing the ball, learning the subtle shifts of the wind, adjusting his jumps. He gets better. He learns fast. And as the training stretches on, something else changes, too.

One night, after an exhausting session, you tilt your head at him. “My place is closer than yours,” you say. “You can crash there if you want.”

Hinata hesitates for only a second before nodding. “Yeah. Okay.”

Your home is small but warm. The kind of place that feels lived in, filled with little pieces of you—a shelf lined with trophies, photos pinned up on a board, the lingering scent of something citrusy in the air.

You toss him a towel and some clean clothes. “These should fit you.”

Hinata looks down at the oversized towel wrapped around his waist. “What? You don’t like my new look?”

You snort. “Not unless you plan on making it a fashion statement.”

He grins but takes the clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerges, you’re already settled on the couch, a movie playing in the background.

Hinata isn’t really watching.

His gaze drifts to you—the way you’re curled up, comfortable, the way the screen flickers across your face. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to be closer.

The movie ends. You stretch, turning to him with a sleepy smile. “Goodnight, Hinata.”

Before he can stop himself, he leans in and kisses you.

Your breath hitches, but you don’t pull away. You kiss him back, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer, and before either of you fully register what’s happening, you’re tangled together—breathless, desperate, lost in each other.

By the time you make it to your room, he’s memorizing the way your skin feels under his hands, the way your laughter gets caught in your throat. You sigh his name.

And for the first time since coming to Brazil, Hinata feels like he’s home.

You are happy. Really happy.

Days spent playing, nights spent wrapped up in each other, whispered confessions between laughter. You make promises in the dark, in the spaces between his dreams.

And then—he leaves.

Hinata tells you he’ll come back. Of course he will. How could he not? Brazil changed him. You changed him. He says it with so much conviction that you believe him.

But then the months pass. And pass.

You call. No answer. You text. No response.

Then one day, you see the headline.

“Hinata Shoyo Signs with MSBY Black Jackals”

The picture shows him back in Japan, grinning, surrounded by everything he once dreamed of.

Your hands tremble as you set your phone down. You wait for a message, for anything.

But nothing comes.

And for the first time, you wonder if he ever planned to come back at all.

It happens at a match.

You’re focused on the game, locked in, until you feel it—eyes on you.

When you glance to the side of the court, he’s there.

Hinata, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you like he did that first time.

Your chest tightens.

After the game, he approaches, hesitant but there.

“Hey,” he says softly.

You exhale. “Hey.”

For a long moment, neither of you speak. Then, he swallows. “Can we talk?”

You hesitate before nodding.

The restaurant is quiet. The food is untouched.

Hinata had requested a private room for the two of you, the empty room almost seeming as if it was mocking you. You'd rather be playing volleyball naked, you think.

Anything would be better than this strange form of torture Hinata has put you through.

You stare at your glass, and then the words slip out before you can stop them.

“I waited for you.”

Hinata’s breath catches. His grip tightens around his drink. “I know.”

Your voice wavers. “I waited, and you didn’t come back.”

When you finally look at him, tears are welling in your eyes.

Hinata feels something in his chest break, and before he can think—he’s kissing you.

Between kisses, he mumbles

I missed you.

Missed Brazil.

Missed us.

I love you.

When you pull away, your voice is quiet. “Then prove it.”

And this time—he will.

He swears by it.

trying to get back into multi-fandom writing :) hope this was good!

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— 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !! : hinata shoyo.

content: hinata shoyo + kageyama tobio (established relationship with hinata). afab!reader. group sex (3). cockwarming, cunnilingus, clit sucking, unprotected sex. implied virgin!kageyama. teasing, throat fucking & spit roast at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you and shoyo have been feeling like trying something new !

"sh—shoyo," you murmur his name softly, pleadingly. "shoyo, please."

"mhm?" hinata coos at your whiney tone, hugging you tighter, angling his hips and shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. your back is pressed flush to his chest as he pulls you close, skin slick with sweat against eachother.

it feels so good — so stretched out and full, as he fucks himself up into you slowly, a little nudge of his cock head deeper into your cunt once every few moments — but it's not nearly enough. "what is it, baby?"

"wanna—" you're cut off by the breathy moan that spills from you, when he presses down on your stomach and rolls his hips up into you once, twice. "ngh— wanna cum."

"hear that, tobio?" hinata chuckles, bringing one hand to rest loosely at your throat. he looks down at kageyama, who's got his face between your legs, strong arms caging your thighs firmly around his head.

a shiver courses through your limp body at the next stroke of the setter's tongue on your clit — his eyes are narrowed with focus, as he carefully circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, making it swell and throb tentatively with the touch — torturously slow and gentle. "she wants to cum, tobio. y'know how to make her do that? or do you need me to teach you?"

kageyama looks up at that, not noticing how you keen and push yourself forward a little at the loss of attention — he grips your thigh and straightens up a little, from where he'd been laying with his tongue on you.

"i don't," he scoffs at your boyfriend, his best friend. "need you to teach me anything. i can do it myself."

his lips are glossy, shining in the low light, with all the slick of yours that he's got across his mouth. hinata giggles, unbothered, and brings his other hand down to rub lazy circles into your clit when you whine again. "you look so pretty right now, tobio. give me a kiss, wanna taste."

and kageyama leans past you, face hot and eyes lowered, to lock lips with hinata, his hand still gripping your thigh, squeezing sensually. the two men moan into the kiss, fervent and unsatiated — fuck, you squeeze your eyes shut, listening to them as you grind onto hinata's cock, wanting so badly to cum.

this is not what you'd expected, when you called kageyama up and asked him if he would like to join hinata and you for a night.

"kageyama," you'd spoken into the phone. "wanna come over and fuck?"

"w—what?" the setter had sputtered. "is hinata there?"

"tobio," hinata had leaned in to comment. "come over. it'll be fun, trust me."

hinata kisses kageyama once more, before he places a hand in his raven hair and pushes him down again. "now," he rasps, voice low. "make my baby cum. she's waiting, and you said you know what to do."

kageyama meets eyes with you as he settles between your legs again, their colour a piercing grey in the dim light — he feels his face gets hotter, the tips of his ears turning brighter, as he puts his mouth on you again.

he doesn't fucking understand how something like this can feel so good. how licking at your pussy and at hinata's balls, and kissing hinata with your slick in his mouth, could be so sweet.

you spread your legs further, whining incoherently, and hinata lets out a displeased sound. "be nice, baby. tell him what you want. and say it sweetly."

"please," your lashes flutter as you look down at kageyama, his pale skin such a pretty contrast with hinata's tanned, rosy complexion, tinted pink by his fluster. "tobio, suck my clit. please. wanna cum so bad."

he doesn't say anything, still so god damn shy with you, it's cute — but he grabs your thighs again, making himself comfortable as he carefully wraps his lips around your begging clit.

"ah— fuck!" your hips jerk when he gives you an experimental suck, vision going light and hazy for a second — and hinata laughs at the way you clench so tight around his cock that's still warming in your pussy, giving you another kiss before he's wrapping his arms around you again and finally fucking into you properly.

you swear nothing you've experienced before has ever felt so damn good.

"keep going, tobio," hinata encourages. "you're doing well."

kageyama hums softly, and as he resumes sucking, he brings one hand up to spread your folds apart, exposing you to him even further, allowing him better access. "ngh— feels good!" you pant, unable to hold your lips pressed together any longer.

they're being gentle with you right now, but it already feels so euphoric, heaven being pushed into you with each stroke of hinata's cock in your cunt and with each play of kageyama's mouth on your begging clit, now so puffy in his mouth.

hinata presses his lips to the side of your neck as you throw your head back against his shoulder and moan, now rhythmically thrusting up into you, one hand cupping your tit, calloused fingers rough against your sensitive skin. "so beautiful, baby. you like getting made a mess of like this?"

"mmm," you breathe, eyes shutting with anticipation as you reach the edge of your orgasm, the heat of your cunt wrapping so tight around hinata's cock. "please, gonna cum. gonna cum."

"good girl," he bites another mark onto the side of your neck, just above the previous spot — and your body jerks again, hot and sensitive as you cry out. "give it to her, tobio. she's being so good."

"don't gotta tell me," kageyama murmurs, a line of slick and spit connecting his lips to your clit still, as he moves back for a second. he surveys your fucked out appearance, pleasure tipping him when he sees how gauzy your eyes have become at the behest of his and hinata's work.

taking a breath, he presses his tongue into you again — and you whimper helplessly, drunk on how he's so fucking good at it despite never having done this before.

and as he sloppily eats at your cunt, the wet sound of his lips working around your clit and hinata's responding laughter ringing in your ears — you let out another moan, hinata grabbing your face and turning it aside to kiss you, rolling his hips up into you with a slap of skin against skin as you're finally pushed over the edge.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" the cries spill from your lips into hinata's mouth, your back arching with the force of the orgasm as you crash into it, thighs locking around kageyama's head with every suck of his lips round your clit.

this time, your vision does go white, stars dancing in your vision as your cunt pulses around hinata's cock, the effect of your orgasm ripping through all three of you. hinata moans heavily, wrapping his arms around you, hands firmly squeezing at your tits as he bounces you on his cock, muttering, "go on, angel. tell us how it feels."

the bliss feels white hot. it's so good, it burns. "haah," you try, voice stuttered and hoarse as you desperately pull a sentence together for them. "sh-shoyo! tobio, please, so good, so good—"

then, without warning, hinata places a hand on your back and pushes you down onto your knees, on the bed.

"get back a little, tobio." he grins at his friend, and kageyama complies, looking a little confused. you let out a spoilt whine when hinata's cock slips out of your fluttering cunt — but the spiker pushes you down onto your hands and knees anyway. "look at tobio, baby. look at his dick."

your eyes first meet kageyama's own averted ones, as you settle between the two of them — he's still so shy, unable to even look at you straight.

he looks almost statuesque, towering over you as you trace his muscled form with your eyes, and when you lower your gaze over to his cock, you see how stiff and leaky it's gotten; weeping precum down the veiny, blushed length.

"he's pretty, isn't he?" hinata hums, placing his large palms on your ass as he speaks, and you nod in a daze— unable to control the way your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight, and at the realization of what's about to happen next. "put that pretty cock in your mouth then, baby, he needs your help."

kageyama's eyes snap up to look at your boyfriend's face, but you already know hinata will only flash him a roguish grin in return — you reach up and take his cock in your hand, hot and heavy around your fingers.

a groan slips from his throat despite how he tries to swallow it back, as you stroke him up and down, fingers sticky already, with only the first touch.

you lean forward, parting your lips and sliding his cock slowly into your mouth — wanting to pleasure him the way he'd just done for you, so pliable to yours and hinata's words.

and at the same moment that you take kageyama's cock in your mouth, hinata grabs your waist and pushes his cock in your cunt again. you're tight, wet and hot with the orgasm you haven't even recovered from yet — and hinata breathes in sharply. "hah, so tight, baby."

"mhm," you hum around kageyama's cock, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him in as far as you think you can go, before looking up at him. he's looking down at you, as you'd expected — face flushed so hard, eyes half closed and lashes fluttering as he watches the way you take him in your mouth.

the shadows cloaking the dark room, and the flickers of light that come in through the window, bath him in a dim, blue glow — he looks gorgeous. you just wish you could turn and take a look at hinata right now. he'd be glowing.

"another kiss, tobio." hinata states, giving your ass a light slap as he sheathes himself in you all the way. "looking so pretty tonight."

"hm." kageyama mumbles shyly — hinata's hips press against your ass and your nose touches kageyama's pelvis, as they lean towards eachother over you, and share a kiss, hot and allured, with their cocks in your cunt and in your mouth.

"gonna help us cum, baby?" hinata asks you, settling back and thrusting into you a little. "gonna let tobio fuck your mouth and empty himself into you?"

"mhm," you say, giving kageyama's cock another suck, getting yourself used to having something longer than usual in your mouth. he twitches, sensitive towards the feeling.

"don't hold yourself back, tobio." hinata voices, watching him. "my baby's good at what she does. she's a good girl. tell her."

you look up at him again, anticipation evident in your gaze as you stare into his blue-grey eyes. "good girl," he breathes out after a second, resting a hand on your head before he curls his fingers in your hair. "good girl."

both of them snap their hips into you then, at the same moment — and hinata's cock kisses your cervix along with the way kageyama's leaking head hits the back of your throat — you moan pleadingly, feeling the way your core tightens up all over again.

"good boy," hinata smiles at kageyama over you, as you blink back the tears that immediately formed at the corners of your eyes. "i'll suck you off after this, as a reward. you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

kageyama's cock twitches in your mouth again — he looks away, blushing furiously as his hand tangles itself further in your hair; but shoyo sounds so sultry it makes you shiver, too.

you envision how things are going to end, hoping that kageyama stays the night after this — hoping that you'll get to sleep pressed between your boyfriend and his friend, sharing kisses and teasing whispers as you fall asleep together— fuck, this isn't how you expected things to go at all.

because this is so much better.

hurry!!

Sooo... What if you did some fluffy angst with a pro-hero Bakugo (and his hearing problems of course) with a pro-hero reader who has REALLY bad hearing problems but doesn't tell anyone and tries really hard to hide it. Ahhhh. I feel like this is hard to explain but since like, he has hearing problems of whatever he'd pick up on the hints that you're hearing is shit and what not. I hope you get what I'm asking for 😭🙏

Ok so I hope this is what you’re asking for, also I just want to put a disclaimer out there for everybody that I am not somebody who experiences hearing loss so feel free to let me know if anything written is offensive, incorrect, etc.

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Birds of a Feather

Summary: look at the request silly’s😋😋

Pairings: hard of hearing!prohero!katsuki bakugou x deaf!gn!reader

Warnings: Angst, language, Bakugou & reader reads lips and knows ASL, Bakugou wears hearing aids, crying, low self esteem lowkey, Obsession on both ends, L word, kinda ooc Bakugou

A/N: I wanted to make this longer but like I kinda got writers block halfway thru😭😭

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Being deaf was hard on you, always the target of bullies in school. Pitied by everyone else, talking slow and loud thinking it will help you hear them. Hey dumb fuck, I can’t hear you. You wanted to scream at everybody, then one day through tinder you met Katsuki Bakugou.

Katsuki was the most relatable person you probably ever met. Angry, blunt, hard of hearing, overall an introvert. You swiped left on his profile, you suddenly felt obsessed with him. Quickly you realized he was pro-hero Dynamight.

You and Bakugou talked for what felt like an eternity, an eternity of bliss. Eventually Katsuki asked you out on a date. You met at a cafe, apparently his favorite.

It was pretty easy for you to pass as “normal”, if you focused on his lips and watched their movements you could tell what he was saying. He doesn’t have to know.

What you didn’t know, Katsuki was as obsessed with you as you were him. He felt drawn to you, that how he wound up stalking your social media accounts. Through that stalking, he quickly realized what most dumb men likely wouldn’t, you were deaf. He figured you wanted to tell him on your own, so he pretended he didn’t know better.

Then, you two started dating and suddenly katsuki had to pretend he didn’t know better for months. You slipped up a lot of times and made it obvious but he didn’t care, he loves you.

It started getting hard to pretend he didn’t notice, considering you recently moved in with him. Katsuki concocted a plan in his head to tell you he knew so you could both move forward. You both felt the tension between you.

Sitting down for dinner one day, you and katsuki were both enjoying the meal you had cooked for the two of you. You sat directly across each other at the table. Katsuki made sure to turn his hearing aid on, he had a habit of turning it off.

You went back and forth talking about each other’s days. “-shitty fucking Deku, thinks he’s better than me.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s aggressive behavior.

Bakugou felt relieved at your delight, he took a deep breath and spoke, “look, I wanna talk to you about somethin’ but I don’t want you to get upset.”

You frowned slightly, “hey, it’s ok. Go ahead and say it.”

Katsuki let out a breath, “we’ve been together for months now. I’ve made it clear with you from the beginning about the fact that I need a hearing aid, there ain’t no judgment. That’s why I wanted you to tell me on your own terms, but anyway I know that you’re hard of hearing or deaf or whatever.”

You were stunned. Your big hunk of a boyfriend, the number two pro-hero was rambling. Even more so, he knew your very well kept secret.

You let out a sigh of relief, “I’m deaf. How did you-“

“You lip read. Also I’ve known since we first met,” Katsuki admitted.

You started sobbing and not because you were sad, but because you were glad to have it out in the opening between you two.

You chuckled and signed, I love you.

Katsuki signed back, I love you too.

“You could have told me, dumb ass.” His words were playful with truth behind them.

“I know it’s just-“ Katsuki must have heard how shaky your voice was.

Once more, he cut you off, “hey, you don’t have to talk about it right now. We’ll talk about it another day.”

You couldn’t help but lunge yourself into your boyfriend’s arms. Katsuki securely wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re the only person who has ever understood me,” you admitted into his chest.

“I’d kill for you,” he wasn’t sure why he said, but you both knew it was true.

You chuckled, “just keep holding me.”

And he did.

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Not Proofread!

Chapter 26 - Deku the rebel.

Summary: Y/N spends the night in Izuku’s office. Then Izuku gets a parcel and goes berserk. Well, life is too short to not get your nipples pierced, right?!

(Please, don’t get your nipples pierced unless you genuinely feel like you want them. - Kit)

Warnings: Mentions of the cheeky thanks to Reader, big ass needles, two of them. Swear words. Bakugou and Deku holding hands?! WHAT IS THIS SHENANIGAN

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Izuku is completely back in business now…. Which is lovely, really… but you really miss having him around all day; drawing without him judging every single shade of yellow in All Might’s costume is just way too boring.

“When are you coming home?” You moan into the phone, as you stare at your boyfriend through the screen because of course you are video calling, even though you’ve seen each other just a few hours ago.

“Well, I’ll be really late today…” Izuku mumbles as he shoves the rest of his bento into his mouth. There is something really cute about the way he speaks with his mouth full, his two cheeks poking out like a little hamster’s as he tries to make a sentence. It’s disgusting and also… really domestic.

“Stop talking with food in your mouth, you fucking weirdo!” Katsuki yells in the background, his mouth also full with food by the sound of it. Eijirou giggles somewhere. Izuku rolls his eyes.

“But… I’m on holiday from tomorrow!” He smiles cheekily as you gawk at him.

“What?!”

“Hey, it was supposed to be a surprise! But you looked so sad I had to tell you now!”

“You are not leaving until your paperwork is done.” Katsuki sits down next to Izuku like he belongs there. Sometimes it feels like Izuku and Katsuki are a package deal and you are actually dating them both. Katsuki does not understand the word ‘privacy’. Also, Eijirou and Katsuki also comes as a package deal. So now you have a handsome, massive redhead staring at your tired face as well. Great. “My secretary has been bugging me for two weeks because you jump out of the window every time she knocks.

“I hate paperwork.” Izuku mutters.

“No, you don’t.” It’s Katsuki’s turn to roll his eyes now. “You love paperwork too much and you end up word-vomiting for hours and hours until the sun comes up the next day, but every time you do that your Sweets yells at you hence you hate doing them now.”

“Wow. You really do know me well.” Izuku looks at Katsuki with such wonder you almost get jealous. Then a lightbulb switches on in your brain.

“Actually, I’m kinda bored being at home.” You admit sheepishly. “Mind if I come over and do my work in your office? I really-really need to get out of here. I don’t mind sleeping on the office sofa tonight.” You sigh, utterly bored out of your mind.

“As you two like to live in each other’s fucking asshole twenty four seven, I guess the small size of the sofa won’t be a problem.” Katsuki gives Izuku a shit eating grin. Izuku gives him a side eye.

“Keep teasing me and your new cleaner will surely be traumatized when she sees the naughty state of YOUR office sofa…” Izuku keeps the eye contact with him, fired up, and he doesn’t even flinch when Katsuki smacks him on the head.

“Do anything inappropriate in my office and you are both dead. I’m really good at torturing, you know. Too good, actually.” Katsuki looks feral so you decide to step in before these two boys kill each other.

“Okay Katsuki, I get it, no doing the cheeky in the office, can I fucking come or not?!” You yell, half standing already. You are so ready to get out of this flat…

… so in an hour, you end up on Izuku’s office sofa. The sun goes down, the sound of the other heroes and staff members disappear.

Izuku is a different person here, in his personal workspace, illuminated by the shine of the moon and the artificial light coming from his laptop. He sits by the window and types and types and types, small wrinkles appearing on his forehead as he tries to recall every single detail of his last fight. He looks tired, fed up with the words, with all those minuscule details, but still, there is a weird happiness in his posture, like he knows that the reason he’s even able to be annoyed and fed up with this is a blessing; he could still be quirkless, he could have died when he was only 15, in the war that took so many, he could have died just a few months ago during that attack that ended his career for a while, yet here he is, tired and angry, angry at words instead of being angry at himself for not being good enough to make it as a hero. As tiring as it is, this is everything Izuku had ever wanted; being a hero and being someone’s number one. He is both, right now in this office that’s a bit too cold for it to be comfortable yet somehow his heart is warm, his soul content.

You should freak out by the fact how much you know this man in front of you; how a single glance can tell you a book worth of tales about how the other feels, how you can tell Izuku is thirsty from the way he keeps licking his lips and looking sideways, staring at the empty cup with want, how you can tell Izuku wants nothing but to be over with this so he can cuddle up next to you and exchange soft kisses until your tiny, content gasps became soft snores, how he craves to be with you right now but the fact that you are even in the same room as he fills him with so much joy he can barely contain it…

You smile to yourself under the comfy blanket Izuku has given you; you look like a sack of potatoes but a really cute one at that. You take a deep breath and push yourself up to refill that wretched cup before Izuku passes out of dehydration.

The office is silent; there is no music playing, no background noise, only some cars speeding past once in a while but somehow the silence isn’t uncomfortable; it feels right, like you are meant to be here, right by your lover’s side as he works into the night, clearly far away from the end of it. You could take your iPad out and draw; you could finish that silly fanfiction you started about pro hero Deku being your roommate but this silence is gold and you don’t want to ruin it by letting your mind go somewhere else instead of living in this moment, in this peace, in this perfect silence that makes you want to kneel down and put a ring on his finger, right here, right now, while his tired face is illuminated by that stupid blue light coming from his work laptop.

He is the one. You’ve never been more sure of anything. He is the person you’ll marry one day. He is the person you’ll drink tea with once you both get too old to do anything else with your spare time. It’s his hand you’ll take when the most important person comes for you to take you to heaven, hand in hand, fingers interlaced.

You’ll never touch another hand this way. Nothing will ever feel so right than being his second half.

Izuku drinks the water in one go. He doesn’t say thank you, doesn’t say anything, hell, he doesn’t even look at you as he stands up from his chair and makes his way to the sofa.

Normally, you would ask what’s wrong, but… you know him well enough to know there is nothing wrong at all, it’s quite the opposite; Izuku is as comfortable as he can be, he’s happy and sated albeit a little tired and probably has a plan to make this night even better.

Izuku pulls the sofa without a single word; it opens up into a small, cozy double bed. He shuts down his laptop and pulls out several other blankets and pillows from the in-built dresser on the side. He cuddles into the far corner of the sofa, one hand propped up on the arm, opens his phone and keeps typing. You stand in the middle of the room, a little bit disoriented from all the sudden movement, but after a few seconds you smile to yourself as you crawl into your perfect boyfriend’s arm, head resting on those solid but surprisingly comfortable pecks you love so much. You cover the both of you with the blankets, you snuggle into him like a baby koala and you both make a contented sigh, right at the same time.

You stay silent for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, you are not really sure but at one point, you can’t keep all these bubbling feelings inside and you explode; the words come out without a filter and while you probably should feel a little bit ashamed for not being able to contain yourself, in reality, saying it out wasn’t even necessary as your touch, the way you smile, the way your whole face lights up when you are with him says it all anyway; every day, every hour, every minute it’s written your face, your want, your dream, your plans…

You are just stating the obvious.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Izuku.” You mumble with zero shame, half asleep in those hard working, warm arms. “Having you is already a dream but I’m selfish. I want to be called the same name as you are. I want to become a part of you in every single way. I want to gnaw a heart shaped hole into your soul and make sure no one else but me can fit in it.”

Izuku doesn’t say anything. He keeps typing, with this stupid, lovesick smile on his face, a knowing, secretive smile that means no good but really, it’s probably something really fucking good because this man can not do anything wrong anymore when it comes to you, so you know whatever is in his head right now, whatever he’s hiding, it will all make sense eventually and will make butterflies erupt in your chest when the right time comes.

Izuku did not have to say a single word for you to know he feels the same way. It’s all written on his face and in the way his one arm tightens around you possessively.

“Once I feel worthy enough… I’ll make your dream come true.” He puts his phone down for a second to press his forehead into yours. “I’ll make you the happiest woman in this whole wide world.”

“You can’t.” You state confidently. “You can’t, because I already am.” You mumble as you close your eyes and drift off from all the warmth, in and out.

Izuku leaves a big smooch on your forehead then leans on the arm of the sofa once again.

“Good night, Sweets.”

The world becomes dark, but not uncomfortably so; because you know that even in the darkness, there is an arm around your waist, leading you towards a new kind of happiness you can’t even phantom yet.

As boring as today was, you’ll never forget this day; because today is the day when it finally clicks that you’ve made it to the right path; there is no right nor wrong from here, just one single road with no obstacles, a straight line leading to paradise… this moment, right here, right now… is what you can truly call “home”.

~•🥦•~

A few days later

“Izuku, what is this parcel and why are you shaking like a leaf?!” You gawk at your boyfriend who’s sitting on the floor right now, half fucking naked, in his favorite pajama pants - obviously All Might themed and super soft to the touch - clawing at the small parcel with utter joy and some weird … joyous anxiety. If that’s even a thing. Apparently, it is.

“Oh, you’ll love this.” Izuku beams, then becomes downright lethargic. “At least I hope. I kinda got carried away already, it will break my heart if you don’t allow me to do this.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Izu, I’m not your mother… does your mother know?” You ask with utter entertainment in your voice.

“My mom… would not allow it.” Izuku blushes like a child who’s been caught in the middle of a cheeky act. “She’ll need to deal with it.”

“Is this your first time rebelling against her?”

You giggle. Oh my god, Izuku is such a sweet guy, honest to god. He’s closer to 30 than to 20 yet he genuinely feels guilty. Oh, you love this man.

“If you don’t count my vigilante days, yes, it is.” He admits sheepishly.

The parcel opens. Inside, there a few pine green boxes inside. No name, no hints of their true nature, just boxes. Izuku opens one of them. Your eyes jump out of their sockets.

“Izuku, why did you get a ridiculous amount of… nipple shields?!”

“They are not just nipple shields! Look!” Izuku ushers you closer so you sit down next to him on the floor.

Taking a closer look, it really doesn’t look like a normal nipple shield. (Not like you’ve seen too many of them during your life.) As usual, there is a bump in the middle for the nipple, but on the two sides, there are two more empty hills. It’s also rock solid. There is a single, tiny button on the right side. You push the button like an idiot while the weird device rests in your palms and…

Now it’s stuck to you. Completely. You try to shake it off; nothing. You try to pull it away; nothing. Izuku is laying on the floor, rolling back and forth from the aggressive laughter that erupts from him. You are quite sure you look like that cat from that meme, where the interviewer asks him if he knows he’s a cat.

“Can you stop laughing your ass off and tell me what the actual hell is this?!”

Izuku blushes. Deeply.

“Uhm… they are nipple shields… because uhm…” He is about to explode. His face is red, there is smoke coming out of his ears… oh boy. “I might, or might not have an appointment to get my nipples pierced today…”

Reader’s thought get a little bit dirty here. Just a heads up

Izuku. With nipple piercings. Those beautiful pecks, nice and full and so so comfortable… those beautiful little buds, two small dots of jewelry shimmering in the moonlight on the two sides, gorgeous and tempting, asking for your attention as you get down to kiss them, to love them…

“Sweets, not on the carpet!!!!” Izuku yells as he pushes the empty parcel underneath your nose.

A small pool of blood splatters into the it.

Oh. “Wow I can’t believe you! You are the one who came up with this rule!” Izuku snickers as he takes your utterly pathetic state.

“Izuku, I need to take a good last look before we go.” You crawl closer to your boyfriend like a feral animal. “Let me love them one last time…”

“Sweets, we should probably get ready… oh fuck.” Izuku whimpers as his hand grabs the back of your head. He has no more words to say.

… needless to say, your legs hurt like hell, but it was worth it. Izuku’s naked buds were loved one last time.

~•🥦•~

You can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you.

Izuku is surrounded by not one, but two professional piercers, one on the each side.

Izuku is pale, terrified and utterly ashamed.

Why?

Because you are not only one who “had to see this.”

Katsuki and Eijirou are here too. Eijirou is streaming the whole thing into their friend group chat. Katsuki is streaming the whole thing to Melissa and Hatsume on a second device. The two piercers try their best not to laugh as Kaminari comments on every single thing. They are having the time of their lives.

“Also, I hope you won’t feel too bad after your piercing is done because we are having dinner tomorrow. Almost everyone is coming.”

“When was this decided?!” Izuku yelps as the piercers take the needles out.

“When Eijirou messaged me that you are getting your nipples pierced.” Kaminari laughs. “Dude, you were the last fucking person we thought will get anything like that! This is massive!”

“Seeing Izuku’s face right now, you might not have anything to see.” Eijirou adds as he takes in Izuku’s pale face.

“Don’t be a chicken, Deku.” Katsuki grins, clearly enjoying the terror on the green head’s face.

“I’ll be really mad if you made me invent those super cool nipple shields and you won’t even use them.” Melissa adds through Katsuki’s phone.

“You wanted it for so long, Izu, even if you change your mind you can always take them out.”

You also REALLY want him to get those piercings. But you can’t really say that because you are quite sure he would go through all this terror for you even if he doesn’t want it anymore.

“You are young, enjoy yourself.” One of the piercers adds with a smile. Izuku looks at him like he just grew another head.

“That’s a thick needle.” Izuku mutters, his voice unsteady. “I’ve never seen a needle this big before.”

Okay, something is wrong. Katsuki and you look each other with concern in your eyes.

“Deku-San… are you afraid of needles by any chance?” The second piercer, a lovely lady with black hair and several piercings on her face asks with an adorning smile on her face.

Yeah, you get it. Pro hero Deku is fucking precious.

“Am… am I?” Izuku stutters, pale as a sheet.

Everyone laughs… quietly.

“This is the best day of my life.” Kaminari adds. Izuku blushes.

You want to marry this adorable man.

You take one single look at Katsuki’s face; for the first time since you knew each other, he has an adorning smile on his face, the same one the piercer is wearing, but deeper. Izuku glances at Katsuki and for a second, then they just look at each other; the life comes back into Izuku’s face and he smiles at his best friend fondly.

You want to cry from this beautiful scene.

“Let’s get this shit done.” Izuku grins at the blond. Katsuki grins back.

“Want me to hold your hand, D-E-K-U?” Katsuki teases, making Izuku laugh wholeheartedly.

“Sure.”

You let them have their moment together; they deserve it. You might have secretly wanted to be the one holding his hand through it but seeing the genuine excitement on Katsuki’s face, you don’t have the heart to butt in. Katsuki’s phone ends up in your hand and you do your best to keep the video as steady as you can as the procedure goes forward; there is a loud scream as the needle goes through Izuku’s skin, but Katsuki looks paler than Deku which is quite funny to be honest.

“Katsuki doesn’t like big needles, either.” Eijirou whispers into your ears and you can’t help but giggle.

“Says the guy who needs to be blindfolded and distracted before getting an ear piercing because he hardens his skin every time the needle is about to penetrate.” Katsuki yells; you really like how Katsuki knows Eijirou so much that he didn’t even need to hear what was said to know what it was about.

“Yup. That’s also true.” Eijirou giggles then looks at Izuku who’s basically half asleep in the chair after all the “trauma”. “You okay there, bro?”

“Peachy… AUCH!” Izuku yells out once more when the barbell piercing is being put into place.

“WOW, that’s cool.” Katsuki mutters as he takes in the sight. Eijirou puts a tissue under your nose. Oh. Your nose is bleeding again.

Jesus, this is so much better that your daydreams.

The tissue gets replaced by two tampons by the lovely piercer lady. She takes the phone from you; oh, when did you start recording the floor? And aims the camera at you, making the whole team of heroes laugh hysterically. Then the camera is aimed at Izuku’s chest and the laughter ceases.

“Hell damn, bro.” Kaminari mutters with a blush on his face. Then you hear a slap and an “ouch.” “What’s your problem, Hitoshi?!”

“Behave yourself.” Comes a deep, grumpy voice. “Lookin’ sick, man. Lookin’ sick.”

“I feel violated by just looking at it.” Iida mutters, which is most probably a compliment…?

“Huh, the magazines will never let Izuku wear a top again.” Melissa giggles to herself.

“What if I make a piercing baby that shoots lasers? Or electrocutes when touched? A built in taser. A gps that can send signals about danger?”

“Hatsume, no!” Comes the answer from everyone, in unison. Everyone laughs. Well, Deku tries to laugh but then whimpers from the pain.

“Why…” Hatsume mutters, heartbroken.

The team of friends takes one good look at the new babies on Izuku’s skin then say their goodbyes to leave the green head to rest; they will be able to see it in real life tomorrow, anyway.

“Ready to go home, Izu-Izu?” You mutter as you swap your place with Katsuki who makes his way towards the two piercers to talk to them; you wouldn’t be surprised if Katsuki wants to have his own set in the future.

“I guess I don’t need to ask you if you like them.” Izuku giggles as he takes your hand and leaves a gentle kiss on it.

“Yeah, don’t ask.” You giggle as you help the hero up, not like he needs it, but it feels nice to take care of him.

“I’m a rebel now. I’m so happy.” Izuku adds with a giddy smile. He clearly needed this. It might sound stupid for some people but you absolutely get him.

“You are. And I love you for it.” You smile back, with butterflies in your tummy; it still doesn’t feel real. Not the piercing, but you and Izuku, as a pair, as lovers, as potential forever partners.

It also doesn’t feel real how your love just never changes; it’s constant and deep, only getting deeper as the time goes.

Life is great. Izuku is great. Katsuki and Eijirou are great.

Hell, you are so fucking happy right now; you might jump out of your skin and start break dancing on the ceiling.

Finally… almost everything is back to normal.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Potato ramble:

- I’m like… 100% sure I’m the only one who’s excited about Izuku getting his nipples pierced. I’m sorry. But it had to be done.

- I’ve done fucking research for this shit, please don’t kill me. One thing for sure, I really need to loose my mind to ever get my nipples done after seeing how it’s done. I am still shivering.

- I only have the last chapter to write now, I’m heartbroken! It’s so hard to say goodbye to this story. It has been with me for so long and my whole life changed upside down since I started it and it’s just… really weird that it’s over, you know?

- I don’t really know what else to say. My life has been full of random ass plotwists as always but I’m getting to a point when I don’t even care anymore. My bestie said if my life would be written as a book, it would be a bestseller. Thanks, bestie. Laugh at my misery! (Joking, she’s been with me through it all, so it’s kinda her life as well at this point LOL sucks to be you buddy)

- There is an anime con in Brighton tomorrow. It usually sucks so I don’t have high hopes but if I find some good stuff I’ll post to you guys about it! I’m also going to the anime con in Budapest called MondoCon in May to see the band who plays the songs in Given, my second fav anime. IM SO EXCITED GUYS!!! Oh, I’m also going to MCM Comic con in London, which is also in May so if you guys are going too, let me know! I’ll be going with my bestie on Saturday! (Don’t ask me how I will cope with such a busy month, that’s a problem for another day.)

- Tell me your thoughts! Let me hear them! 💕

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