Need Ghostface!touya To Violently Stab Me Actually

wait wait wait mutuals rb this with a description of ur voice

coffee

— parings: todoroki touya x reader

— notes: mature language

— synopsis: when you’ve never given your barista your actual name, so you make a mini game out of it

rin but he has a total obsession for the reader's boobs

.ᐟOBSESSED

.ᐟcw: explicit content mdni

"𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒?" - 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑦

･･ꕀ𖧷

Imagine bf!rin itoshi who’s obsessed with his girlfriend’s boobs. He loves them so much, he can’t bring himself to stay away from you. 

After a match or a long day? He’s climbing onto the bed and lying face down on your chest as your run your fingers through his silky hair. 

His face is murderous when you wear a low-cut top and he catches others staring at you. He’ll do anything to make them look away and that ends up being leaving hickies on every inch of your exposed skin

He has a favorite side. Loves laying with his cheek on your chest, fingers lazily playing with your other nipple. 

If you’re wearing a tight top? He's staring. Jaw clenched, trying not to get hard in public. Doesn’t even realize he’s zoning out on your chest until someone calls his name twice. There's a lot of instincts where he’s just zoned out on your body, not a care in the world. Sometimes you even distract him from his very precious football recaps. 

He’ll get mean if you tease him—push his head away when he’s latched on? He’ll grab your wrists and growl, “Don’t fucking move again.”. 

Since he’s always touching you one way or another, some parts of your body have become highly reactive and sensitive. One of those parts being your boobs. He loves how you try to stifle moans when his tongue circles your nipple. “So sensitive, baby, you’re body’s needy” 

He refuses to sleep unless he’s lying between them, cupping one, cheek smushed against the other one. 

He ends up saying the filthiest things when he’s in bed with you or buried between your boobs. “So soft—fuck, I could drown in you.” or “You should be walking around shirtless. For me only, though.”

Half of the time, it’s not even sexual. He just likes how soft they are. If he’s watching a game. He’ll call you over to sit on his lap while he plays with your tits and his eyes are attached to the screen, watching a rematch of the same game for the 5th time today. 

You’ll be trying to have a normal conversation and he’ll slowly slip his hand under your shirt, face buried between your boobs. “Keep talking,” he mumbles, “just need this for a sec.”

Uses your boobs as his personal pillow. You’re watching a show? Boom—head in your chest. Napping? Face down in your cleavage. Bad day? Silently lifts your shirt, lies down, and holds on like it’s the only thing grounding him.

He uses both hands to grab and squeeze, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re puffy and aching—then he bites. Hard enough to leave marks. Tongue swirling after to soothe while he smirks.

Loves loves loves tit fucking. He’ll ask you to press them together as he slides his aching cock in between. slow, deep strokes while watching his cock glide between them. “So Warm. Fuck, you were made for this, weren’t you?”

As of right now, you’re on his lap, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie right now. 

“Rinnie, this isn’t watching a movie” you whine as rin’s thumb grazes your nipple, sliding along to brush against the curve on their underside. 

“‘M tired of the movie..” he lazily mumbles, eyes locked onto them. “This is better”

He leans in, takes one into his mouth like he’s starving. Slow, deep sucks that send heat pooling between your legs. He groans, tongue flicking your nipple as he grinds his hips up under you.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he breathes between kisses. “You feel how hard I am just from this?”

You nod, breath hitching when he bites lightly and then soothes it with a kiss.

“Told you,” he mutters, pulling you closer. “I could spend hours right here. You were made for me.”

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A/n: i think i got another pretty similar req. so rather than writing both, i just wrote one for two

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Operation Baby; Code Green

synopsis; you leave your son alone with his dad for one day, what could possibly go wrong? (s. gojo x gn!reader smau)

cw; babies being babies, satoru being satoru

a/n; yes i did name the baby after shigiraki from mha i have no shame

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omg i neeed him baadd 😮‍💨

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thoughts on roommate!touya

synopsis: collection of thoughts about what it would be like to live with touya kinda suggestive at the end

✩ roommate!touya, who’s in and out of your shared apartment more than anything. he comes and goes without warning and at the most random times. you know for a fact, that he has a job, but you could never guess what it was, based on his daily schedule, that seemed to be ever-changing.

✩ roommate!touya who is so freakishly quiet, that you never know if he’s home or not, if you don’t immediately see him or his beat up combat boots, that he likes to leave in the entry way. once he figures out, that you startle pretty easy, he makes it a game to catch you off guard when you are home. he will watch you prepare food in the kitchen or clean up in the living room with your music on full blast and sneak up behind you. he will just stand about a foot behind you and wait for you to notice, laughing his ass off when you shriek and jump back – the look of absolute bewilderment on your face is just oh so delicious to him.

✩ roommate!touya who is also just so observant, that you wonder sometimes, whether he does it professionally. he doesn’t even do it on purpose, really, but he very quickly notices things about you – little quirks and habits. like how you always make coffee in the morning before brushing your teeth, because the toothpaste makes the coffee taste weird. or how you always need to find the perfect song to reflect your current mood before starting your chores.

✩ roommate!touya who is so observant, that he will replace the things you are out of before you even notice that you had run out. it doesn’t matter if it’s food for the both of you, or your favourite snacks, that you had eaten the last of the night prior. he will just restock without a word and just claim, that it was on the way, whenever you question him about it.

✩ roommate!touya who will randomly linger around you doing nothing, when you watch your show in the living room. he will just lounge next to you, without as much as a sound. his presence is pretty hard to ignore. he is tall with pitch black hair, tattoos and piercings, but you don’t mind it. his presence quickly became a comfort to you and you wouldn’t admit it, but it’s missed whenever he’s out at night. 

✩ roommate!touya who you’re pretty sure could not care less about you, except every now and then he will show affection in the strangest ways. he will never outright tell you or do anything to show you, that he cares about you, but he just leaves random things around for you every now and then. basically like a cat bringing their favourite person things to show they care about them. if you’re having a bad day, he will put your favourite chocolates in your bedside table, so you’ll find them, when you pull out your phone charger to rot in bed. or when he knows you had a busy work day and hadn’t gotten to eat yet, you will always, without fail, find your favourite door dash order in the fridge. whenever you call him out on it, he will just shrug and make up some kind of excuse like „chocolate was on sale at the store.“ or „ordered it for me, but i’m not really hungry right now.“ you don’t press any further and yet you can’t help, but blush at the thought of him doing these little things for you. 

✩ roommate!touya who isn’t very social and always keeps to himself when you have company over, he will show his face once or twice in the living room, but usually stays within the confines of his own room. he barely had people over and if he does, it’s the same two guys. they stay in his room, only coming out to greet the door dash delivery person at the door. 

✩ roommate!touya who will always, without fail, order something for you too. it doesn’t matter, if he’s ordering for himself or for him and his friends – you will always be factored in. you could be in the kitchen cooking yourself dinner, but if him and his two friends feel like ordering pizza, he will order you one, because he knows if you don’t feel like eating it then, you will be happy not to have to cook lunch the next day. he will however deny it, whenever you mention it and claim, that they just ordered too much and that you could just have the leftovers, if you wanted.

✩ roommate!touya who doesn’t talk much about himself – he doesn’t talk much at all, to be honest. but he will randomly drop lore, without warning. like, you would just be in the kitchen one morning and he comes in with his pants a little lower than usual. he absentmindedly hikes up his shirt to dry off any excess water from his face, that he just washed and you see it. a new tattoo right next to his very defined v-line. you don’t have to say anything, he’s already noticed your eyes wandering to his exposed skin. roommate!touya who just grins at you, running a finger along the fresh ink. 

„you want one?“  a startled „huh“ is all you manage in response. he laughs, looking back at you staring; eyes wide and mouth agape. „yea, i have a tattoo gun in my room.“ he explains. like it’s not brand-new information, that your roommate apparently owns a tattoo gun.

and that’s how the two of you end up in his room, slightly tipsy from randomly deciding to finish up the ladder half of the wine bottle, you had opened two weeks ago, when your girlfriends had come over. touya handed you a few sketch books of his to browse through and let himself fall onto his bed. you joined him after two minutes, your fingers pointing to a barbed wire heart. you show him the placement you were thinking of – the back of your thigh; while he gathers everything he needs. he gives you a quick rundown of all the important stuff – like proper aftercare, no swimming and tanning during the healing process. the irony of him slurring every other word, as he gives you the ‚professional‘ advice and the fact that you are not in a studio, but in fact laying on your chest in his bedroom, is not at all lost on you. you rest your face against his pillow, anxiously waiting for the needle to pierce your skin. touya’s gloved hands make contact first. the cold immediately makes all the hairs on your arms stand up. you don’t see it, but touya can’t help but grin at the effect his touch has on you. he is gentle as he positions himself and the tattoo gun. his fingers pull at the plush of your thighs to tighten the skin. the needle stings upon impact, but the pain is a lot more bearable than you thought it would be. at this point you don’t know, if it’s just the alcohol, though. touya works quickly, but carefully. he is laser-focused on getting every line perfect and even more laser-focused not to stare at your ass in those cute shorts you always wear. he can’t help but steal glances, every now and again, though. whenever he notices you tense up, he will immediately lift off the needle and turn to your face. „you doing good, over there?“ his voice is laced with a tone, you can’t quite place. it’s teasing, that much you know, but it’s different from how he usually talks to you. „need a break?“ warmth rises to your face faster than you can control, when you register, that his hand was still comfortably resting pretty high up on your thigh. he was barely inches away from having his hand fully on your ass and a part of you wants him to move his fingers up, just slightly. you just nod, giving him a quiet signal to continue. „that’s not how it works.“ your head turns back to look at him, confused. „you’re gonna have to use your words, doll.“ your eyes widen, realizing what he had just said. he seems to have missed the implications or rather, he seems to not care. no, touya knows exactly what his words mean. he revels in the redness of your cheeks and how you muffle out a quiet „you can keep going.“ before hiding your face in his pillow. it doesn’t help either, that it smells exactly like him. touya continues like before. well, not exactly. you are so sure, that he is purposefully touching you more now. he is more conscious about the way you react, when your skin is pulled tight. his pinky grazes the little crease between your ass and the top of your thighs, almost too faintly to not be deliberate. the worst part is undoubtedly, though, when he finishes up the top of the heart and has to rest his arm right on top of your shorts. his bare arm is halfway atop the soft fabric and halfway on your skin, that is burning hotter every second that his strangely cold arm is pressing into the soft flesh. touya takes his time with that particular section of the tattoo, making sure to press into the flesh, oh so accidentally. „thank you, so much!“ his eyes glance away from you twisting your body, so you can see the tattoo, to look into your eyes. his thoughts are racing with endless possibilities of what he wanted to do to you. when he watched you skip out of his room, smiling at him one last time, before the door shut behind you, his eyes glanced at the finished product. he decides that for now, the image of you on his bed, fully at his mercy and the permanent mark he had left on your skin were enough. that and the image that he definitely deleted.

tags: @seijuroww @rueclfer

— 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — piedmont. —

⤥ gn!reader. no quirk au. fame au. exes -> lovers.

four years of no contact. it’s been four years since the two of you laid eyes on each other, yet that never stopped the ceaseless thoughts. after splitting to focus on your careers, you thought you would never see him again. it seemed the universe was aching to prove you wrong.

m.list. previous. next.

the piedmont.

it was a name you hadn’t heard in the long time you’d been away from home. you would often find yourself looking back onto the shared experiences held within those four walls. reminiscing in hopes of bringing any form of semblance of home back to the forefront of your mind.

now here you were, finally settled back into the confines of your own house, in your own country, in your own town. you found your career to be a blessing, but nothing beat the comfortability of your own room and your own bed.

you could practically hear the shrill voices of your friends already, celebrating the return of your coveted friend group. you had to admit, it was difficult being so far; but it wasn’t just you. it seemed the stars had finally aligned with the wishes and whispered pleading that came from the group of you. you couldn’t remember the last time you all had your feet on the same soil. yet somehow, now, you could finally look upon the faces of all those you held dear in person, instead of over the phone. sincerely, it felt like a cosmic hand had lowered itself to push you all together again.

including bringing back the one person you tried to keep locked permanently out of your racing mind.

hitoshi.

stupid fucking hand.

there was no hatred harbored in your heart toward your ex. if anything, your relationship was teetering on the border of something amiable. in a way, this was frustrating. typically a breakup creates some sort of tension, augments some sort of hatred. unfortunately, shinsou was someone who kept his nonchalance in check, making it difficult to loathe the person he was after the separation. often times, you wished he wouldn’t have made everything so easy. holding contempt for him would be easier than the complete neutral feeling you had toward him that settled within you.

neither of you made the effort to keep in touch. you broke up, went your separate ways, and kept those ways separate. until now, of course.

the finishing touches of your look finally came together, and you dissociatively stared back at your reflection.

maybe he won’t show…?

you aimlessly tapped your finger on the bathroom counter that you found yourself leaning on. repeatedly tapping, tapping, tapping, until you had to forcefully pull yourself from the solid grasp of your overthinking.

who cares if he’s there? we’re cool. him and i are cool. we’re friends. stop freaking out.

pulling yourself together, you placed each strand of hair in its rightful position, smoothed what wrinkles you could from your outfit, and turned on your heel out of the bathroom. one foot in front of the other. until you reached your front door and finally hustled yourself out of the house.

tonight was about seeing your favorite people. tonight was not about worrying over a guy you dated. you might’ve been exes, but you were still friends. somewhat.

the buzzing that came from your phone in your hand caught your attention as you carefully locked the door behind you.

⎯⎯⎯⎯

bright neon letters shone in front of you, illuminating the features on your anticipated expression. katsuki’s car parked a few spaces away gave you the indication that the others were definitely waiting for you inside. the moment you stepped through the door of the building your senses were met with music on high volume, voices reverberating, bodies bustling, and ten pairs of eager eyes. it wasn’t hard to pick them out of the crowd. it never was.

your feet were barely able to carry you to where your friends stood, before you were met with their expected clamor.

“oh my god!” a voice sprung in your ear, bringing a wide smile to the canvas of your face. your arms were quick to reciprocate the hug uraraka had engulfed you in, giving her a tight squeeze that said ‘i missed you too’.

you gave this same treatment to the rest of your friends, giving one hug after another; saying words of greeting to whoever found themselves in your embrace.

it was strange how each person seemed to look the exact same as the last time you saw them, yet, sporting aspects you had yet to witness first hand. it made you feel better knowing the people you grew up with hadn’t changed too much. adulthood made your friends before you glow in a radiance that suited them well.

“you look good,” hanta expressed, draping an arm around your shoulders, “finally found a sense of style, i see.”

his smirk didn’t do well from deterring the playful hit you landed on his abdomen, “i’ve always had style, asshole.”

you found yourself, moments later, with a drink in your hand and a smile still stubbornly adorning your face as you watched the people surrounding you catch up as if no time had passed.

denki still had the same sense of humor that made your face hurt, and it was showcased perfectly as kirishima retorted the banter with ease. the feeling of nostalgia ran high; everyone was finally back and you couldn’t have felt more comfortable than in this moment.

the group of you huddled around a small standing table a good distance from the bar, leaning on each other for stability.

“is shinsou not coming?” izuku asked through the noise that filtered through the air. a few shared glances between the eleven of you ended in awkward side eyes pointed in your direction.

“stop looking at me like that,” you chuckled out.

it wasn’t a foreign notion to your friends that shinsou was a touchy subject. you tried time and time again to reassure that ya’ll were okay with each other. yet, even still, talk of shinsou was treated like taboo if you were in the vicinity. it was mainly to accommodate you, which you thought was a sweet gesture.

a few awkward laughs permeated through the group.

your eyes rolled slightly, “guys, really, it’s okay to talk about him. i’m not going to explode if i hear his name.”

“you sure about that?” katsuki retorted as he stared at you over the rim of his cup, one of his brows arched.

midoriya landed a soft jab into bakugou’s side, causing the blonde to jump with a frustrated grunt. you watched the two silently mouth profanities to each other, eliciting a giggle from your throat.

jirou grabbed your empty hand from where her and denki stood across you, “we just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” her thumb caressed the back of your hand gently. she was always so careful with you, so attentive, “i wouldn’t imagine talking about your ex isn’t very thrilling.”

“it’s thrilling for toshi,” denki blurts, “y/n is his favorite topic, actually.”

kaminari laughed proudly at his own words while the rest of the group laughed along with him. you chuckled awkwardly, letting your gaze fall to the lacquered wood that your fingers mindlessly traced shapes into. you knew hitoshi well enough to remember his tendencies, but even so, you weren’t particularly excited to learn whether he ever got over you after all these years. you had tried your best to move on and create something for yourself without letting him cloud your mind, and you hoped he was able to find the same path. according to denki, however, it seemed shinsou hadn’t let go quite yet.

or maybe denki was joking and you were mistakenly taking his words to heart. either way, why should you care? it wasn’t your problem if hitoshi had left things in the past or not. you and him hardly talked anyhow. what he grappled with in his own time was his responsibility, and you weren’t going to worry yourself over something you had left behind years prior.

“this conversation is not passing the bechdel test,” toga sighed.

you nodded your head in agreement, silently pleading for any kind of topic change, ”uh, how is the short film coming along?”

ochako and himiko beamed brightly at your question.

“our team is great,” ochako began, suddenly ripe with excitement, “the filming process has been so fun because the actors actually love being apart of the project —“

“unlike last time,” toga playfully interrupted.

uraraka rolled her eyes, intertwining her arm with the blonde’s and turning back to you.

“do you think you could take some photos for us again?” she questioned with big eyes, “we want some promo shots and a picture for the poster.”

you cracked a smile, grateful that your friends trusted you with this task. last time you helped them was during the beginning of both your careers, and now, the three of you had grown so much, “of course i will.”

the abruptness of denki’s sudden excited movements jarred you out of the moment you had happily sunk into.

“shinsou, over here!”

it’s almost as if something otherworldly pushed your head in his direction. without meaning to, almost completely subconsciously, you quickly looked over your shoulder to find his brooding eyes already locking intently with yours. even though four years had passed, and even though he stood halfway across the crowded bar, he still looked the same as the day you left.

you should look away. you know you should. but, the way you watched shinsou visibly stop in his tracks, watched his demeanor instantly change almost as if to adjust to your presence, had your eyes glued to the boy. you were so lost in your stare that you almost didnt notice monoma pop out from behind him, annoyingly pushing hitoshi to where the rest of you resided.

you swiftly turned your gaze away and back to your friends who were watching you closely. embarrassingly so.

“way to be nonchalant,” hanta said quietly in your ear. you shot him a glare and he was quick to back off after letting out a chuckle.

“don’t worry guys,” neito said from behind you as the pair neared the group, “the fun has finally arrived,” you could practically hear his stupid smirk. everyone let out a collective groan, wishing he would crawl back into the dank hole he most definitely derived from.

but you didn’t dare turn back, especially not when you could feel hitoshi standing directly behind you, virtually blocking you from turning to leave.

monoma joined the rest of you, slipping himself between denki and sero, yet shinsou didn’t move. his figure stayed put, standing comfortably in your shadow.

should i say something?

you watched the others banter about while it took far too long for you to convince yourself to greet him from where he stood behind you. when you finally did, turning your head over your shoulder, his eyes were already locked with yours.

has he just been staring at the back of my head?

“hey,” you said through the noise filtering through the bar, giving him an awkward smile.

shinsou shot a smile back, taking your spoken word as his sign to move his feet that felt glued to the floor from the moment he walked in, “hey.”

hitoshi took the barely open spot next to you, keeping his hands snug within his jean pockets. the silence between the two of you was suffocating — palpable. yet in that suffocation, was a comfort you had been without for four years. you were ashamed to say you missed it, even. you both watched the others as they engaged in conversation, but neither of you spoke; only listened.

“i’m going to the bar,” hitoshi said to you, leaning his body into yours to grab your attention, “want something?” he asked, pointing to the empty drink you held tightly in your hand.

you stared at the glass, not quite able to tell if you were glad it was empty or wished you could will it back to fullness.

your head nodded, “uh, yeah…sure.”

“you, uh,” he raised a brow, “wanna come with me?”

maybe it was how crowded the bar was, or how loud everything had suddenly become, but hitoshi seemed closer than before and you felt your breath stop short in your throat.

all you could muster was a single nod of your head, which was enough for him to take the lead with you close behind him.

reaching the bar, you ordered your drinks as you made yourself comfortable next to him.

“since when are you a beer guy?” you ask with a slight chuckle.

hitoshi shot back a grin, “since i have to drive home.”

“you came with monoma right?” you asked, remembering how they walked in together. shinsou nodded his head, “couldn’t you make him drive?”

you both looked over to where the rest of the group stood across the room. monoma was interjecting into every conversation, loud as usual as he sipped on the drinks of your friends.

“you’re joking, right?”

a laugh slipped from your mouth, “yeah, i don’t even know why i asked.”

he looked over at the drink that rested on the wood in front of you — the drops of condensation slowly making its way to stain the surface. shinsou watched as you slowly circled the rim of the glass with your finger.

“who’s driving you home?”

you turned to look him the in the eye for the first time since taking your place at the front bar, “me,” you replied.

the way he raised a single brow at your word elicited a roll from your eyes, “do i need to take that away from you?” he asked, a smirk painting his face.

“shut up,” you replied with a scoff, turning your head to hide the smile that slowly formed on your lips.

this felt natural — felt good. you were ashamed to say how much you missed talking with him like this. the casualness of it all brought a comfort to your soul.

“if you need a ride, i can drive you.”

why can’t i stop fucking smiling?

“i won’t,” you stated, meeting his gaze once again, “need a ride, that is. uh…thanks, though.”

the interaction ended as quick as it started; silence radiating between the two of you. shinsou kept his eyes trained on you as you looked away, losing yourself in thought once more.

“so,” he shimmied himself closer to your figure, keeping his elbows planted firmly on the bar. well, as firmly as he could considering his nerves were shot just being beside you again.

you giggled without meaning to, “so.”

how long had you been standing here? what really lasted seven minutes felt like three hours.

“you look different,” he instantly thought to mend his wording when you shot him a side eye, “good different. you look really good.”

“you look the same.”

a chuckle you knew far too well flooded your ears, “that means i’ve still got it. i knew my youthful glow was noticeable,” he laughed again when you rolled your eyes, “i can let you in on my skincare routine if you want.”

“and you’re still a smart ass, too. good to know,” he could tell you were messing with him by how wide your grin was. he could never forget the way your face glowed when you laughed. he always saw it in his head, but he was grateful to see it in person again.

“what’ve you been up to?” hitoshi turned his body so he could face you completely, leaning his side against the hardwood.

“denki told me you’ve been good at keeping up with that sort of thing,” you eyed him with a subtle grin.

“what sorta thing?”

good to know he still hadn’t stopped doing the ‘playing stupid on purpose’ act, “me.”

you giggled to yourself when he bowed his head with a dramatic sigh.

“first of all,” he started, “believing that ass hat is actually crazy. kudos to you for trusting a single word out of his mouth, you are so brave.”

you now turned your body to face shinsou completely, mimicking the way he stood, “is there a second of all?”

“do you want there to be?”

your shoulders shrugged and you still couldn’t wipe the smile from your face; your cheeks were starting to hurt, “maybe,” you responded.

hitoshi nodded his head slowly, taking in your features with a smirk resting comfortably on his face, “do you keep up with what i’ve been doing?”

“please,” you scoffed, “i have much better things to do with my time,” you playfully rolled your eyes and he took a swig of his drink, “i mean, it’s hard to not know what you’re up to when your name is in every headline right now,” you answered honestly.

“oh, so you are keeping up,” he wore a disgustingly shit eating grin, “that’s cute.”

“don’t even with me, stalker.”

another silence settled in the air between you and hitoshi. you looked away from him, opting to watch your friends as they kept a conversation going. toga was elaborately telling some sort of story which had kirishima hunched over with laughter. you watched them as shinsou watched you — admiring the way your lips pouted, the swoop of your nose, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you blinked.

you weren’t oblivious to the way his eyes were glued to you. he had always done this.

“what?” you asked, cocking your head as you caught his gaze with yours.

“nothing,” the way he stared at you was pure and inquisitive, taking in every piece of you that he could, “just…haven’t seen you in a while.”

“takin’ in the view, huh?” you said with an awkward chuckle, obviously messing around. you didn’t know how to combat his sincerity with anything other than a joke. who could blame you. it had been four years since you spoke to him; which was was to break up and say goodbye.

“yeah. if you’re good with that.”

you knew it was obvious how your breath caught in your throat by the way his lips curled into a grin. the most you could do was stare — stuck blinking at the boy in front of you.

since when was he this bold?

“hey! you guys!” izuku’s voice cut through the air that grew thick between the few inches that separated you and hitoshi.

midoriya beckoned the two of you over back to the group.

“probably suggesting to hit up another place,” he said to you as you downed the rest of your drink, “you gonna go?”

“it’s not like i have anything else to do,” you responded, finally moving your feet to carry yourself back to where the night started.

“cool,” he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, “cool.”

you giggled silently to yourself at his single word response as he practically attached himself to you, following as close as he could behind you.

“you’re still a fuckin’ dork.”

a/n: the way i hit every roadblock imaginable trying to come up with ANYYYY interaction for this chapter actually had me tweaking. dni. ANYWAY!!! as u can tell i gave the chapters namesss, which are song names!!! specially songs from the don’t dream it’s over playlist which u should totally listen to btw hehehe (im very proud of that playlist and need someone to appreciate it)

ALSO!! this would probably count as a “backstage” piece of info BUT in my head PwA sounds like a mix of the bands slowdive, fleshwater, and destroy boys soooo do with that what you will

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