KEIKAWA — SELFSHIP MOODBOARD !

ooh what about Online relationship + Yamaguchi? (if it's still open that is)

— choose a moodboard + a character! <3

Denki Kaminari VS The World

thinking about sero going home for break and the girl he had a BIGGEST crush on in elementary & middle school is now working at his dads dinner.

<c/w: mmm one mention of reader being tall but doesn't compte their height to seros. also i think gn!reader ?? not 100% sure tho. alludes to him having a big family which you can read my hc in that here >

he's definitely the childhood friends to lovers trope... fight me on that. you were the only kid that didn't ask him intrusive questions about his "weird" quirk as a kid, and that made him feel really comfortable and safe around you. you guys were super close up until he left for UA. he promised he would meet up with you everywhere weekend and call you almost every day to stay in contact but, as training and villain attacks got more and more frequent for him, waiting by the phone until you pass out at 2am become more frequent for you. so you stopped waiting. it was hard but you soon surrounded yourself with new people, school work and your job busied you enough to keep sero out of your mind until thinking of him only made your heart squeeze a little. you started working at his dads dinner because even though you guys sorta fell out, that doesn't mean you have to with his family! plus they love you!! especially the twins. you work every saturday & sundays and occasionally go after school if you aren't too busy with school. since sero doesn't get to talk to his dad a lot about the dinner, imagine his surprise when one late night he brings in bakugou, mina, denki, kirishima and jirou and you're there taking and running out orders. literally STAR STRUCK BC damn, 16 year told you looks a lot different than 14 you. and he's definitely not complaining.

you grew into your taller stature and without thinking he just shouts "oh my god! y/n?" you turn around kinda confused bc who tf it shouting at you at 11:30 at night. but your confusion soon melts into excitement when you see your sero hanta. 5'9 now, built, and sporting some skinny black jeans with a heavky oversized beige t shirt. y'all hug, him holding on a little tighter than you were, and you talk while walking them to their table. take their orders, run them back to the chef and walk back over to continue. he invites you to sit down and looking at his friends for any hunt they don't want you there, you're met with wide and exited eyes, except bakugou, welcoming you. you answer their questions about sero before UA, answer his questions about your life now, you asking him about hero training, etc etc.

it's 12:30 when theyre all done with their food, and are walking back to the station to get to their hotel room. but sero doesn't want the night to end. he hadn't notice how much he's missed you over the years until now. he offers to walk you home, saying how it's dangerous, blah blah, it's late and dark out blah blah. he walks with you the half mile it is from your house to the dinner, and when he sees the familiar walk up to the front door, he wishes he could walk with you some more. he doesn't want to leave you. it's like all those years ago when you were his safe spot and he wouldn't dare venture outside of your comfort. he walks up the steps with you and hugs and kisses your forehead goodnight. he can feel your body tense and heat but at his action but he doesn't care, all he cares about right now is easing his way back into your life. where he belongs.

YES ! YES ! OCHAKO CONTENT !!

Can you do something with Ochako and a fem!reader please?? And it being fluff??

(this is going to be pretty short— but then again, you said “something” so 😭 here it is)

you were ochako’s awakening.

which— ochako feels bad about, occasionally. she doesn’t really know why she feels bad, but she does.

maybe it was because she took a second longer in moving her hand, when she caught you as you were about to fall.

maybe it was because her stare lingered a little longer on you, when she caught a glimpse of you drinking water, and a droplet of water managed to escape the encases of your mouth— trailing down to your neckline like a quick stream.

maybe it was because her heart twinged in green jealousy, when she saw you laugh with a girl that looked like a supermodel, when she saw denki wrap an arm around your shoulders like nothing.

she knew it wasn’t because she thought you didn’t belong to anyone else (which was strange to her, because you weren’t dating her— or anyone for that matter) but it was because she wanted you to do all of those things. make you laugh, wrap an arm around your shoulder— the whole mile.

maybe it was because she was generous in her stares— this time on your eyes. the way they looked so.. pretty, and were bedazzled in whatever emotion you were feeling at that moment. ochako now understood the true value of that saying that went “your eyes are the windows to your soul.”

it’s just a saying— ochako knows that, and she’s not exactly the most in touch with literature, and poetry. she’s appreciative, but not poetic. yet ochako wishes she could lean in, and read every single thing your eyes say. ochako wishes she could lock those sayings into her heart.

maybe it was because she was a little too eager in asking you if you’ve kissed anyone before, or it was because she was a little too eager in answering your question— which mirrored hers.

maybe it was because she was quick to smash her lips against yours, as soon as her feelings were fully acknowledged— way before the elephant was actually addressed.

ochako felt bad, knowing you were her awakening towards her attraction towards women— because she simply thirsted stared at you, and paid more attention to you, than she would’ve to anyone else.

but can she really feel bad, knowing that her same exact feelings are reciprocated?

a girl? seriously?//katsuki bakugou smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

an: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SIRI PLAY FRANK OCEAN

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue. | previous part. | part 13. (soon!)

part 12.

the laughter from the boys echoed off the surface of the lake as you and the other girls sat in a circle on the dock. the four of you watched the guys as they splashed around, swimming after each other like kids at a pool party.

“so where is kiri asking you to be his girlfriend?” jirou asked, her head laying in momo’s lap.

“oh i don’t know the specifics, i just know the day.” mina responded as she lightly kicked her feet in the water off the edge of the dock.

“that’s actually so funny to me.” you chimed in, “the fact that you basically planned the day you get a boyfriend.”

“i’m particular, what can i say.” she nudged your arm slightly. “on the topic of boyfriendssss.”

“stop!” your head swung around to look at the group in the water, making sure no one was listening in; specifically the red eyed blonde. “we can talk about this when they aren’t around.”

“god you are so boring.” mina huffed out, splashing the water dramatically like a toddler during a tantrum.

“hey!” a shout from the water interrupted your conversation, catching the attention of your group. “what the hell are you guys doing over there?” katsuki asked.

“girl talk!” mina shouted back at the boys as they swam over, hanging on the edge of the dock to nosily include themselves.

“you guys want to actually get in the water?” sero sassed.

“um, do you want to mind your business?” jirou sassed back, causing you girls to laugh when the boys reacted as though you had just slapped them all in the face.

the sloshing of water behind you caught your attention, but you had no time to react when you turned to see katsuki lifting himself on the dock, striding toward you and picking you up swiftly. he slung you over his shoulder with a laugh.

“hey—what? katsuki what are you doing?” he only continued to laugh as you thrashed around. you were both under the water within a few seconds. you came back up splashing, gasping for air.

“what the fuck kats!?” you wiped your hair from your face, your expression one of disdain.

“oh come on.” he laughed, splashing water at you as the others watched. you couldn’t stay mad at him for longer than three seconds and you joined his laughter. katsuki stayed close to you, his shoulder touching yours as you floated in the water. the rest of the girls decided to join the swimming not long after.

the nine of you swam around for a while, teasing each other and discussing stupid hypothetical topics to pass the time. all the while, bakugou never strayed from your side. while the others were messing around, playing countless childish games, he stayed right next to you, keeping you company.

"you heard any word from that purple haired emo?" he asked suddenly as you both watched sero, kiri, denki, and izuku play a game of monkey in the middle with denki's stolen shoe.

"which one? there's one here with us." he rolled his eyes as you laughed at your own joke. "but no, I haven't. why?"

"I was just wondering. didn't know if maybe he had reached out asking to try again or something." you shook your head in response as he looked at you.

"that ship has sailed. plus I'm pretty sure mina would kill me. god, she hated him." you caught her a few feet away playfully swatting at kirishima as he tried to get at her. you were glad it was him that she decided to spend her time with; they were good for each other.

"yeah I was right there with her." katsuki scoffed.

"mina I understood because she's just mina, but I never got why you didn't like him." you watched as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I just didn't trust the guy. obviously I wasn't wrong." bakugou smirked at you. you groaned as you put your head against his arm. the last thing you wanted was to talk about your last romantic fling; especially with bakugou.

"guys! let's play hide and seek!" kaminari called out once he finally retrieved his shoe.

"how are we supposed to do that, dipshit? should I just stay under the water until I drown?" katsuki replied. you were clung onto his arm now, your cheek smushed against his bicep.

"are you blind or did you just miss all the trees that surround the lake? dur da dur." denki sassily responded.

the water was evacuated and each of you were split up into teams of two, and of course, mina made sure you and bakugou were a pair. sero had mischievously volunteered to be the first seeker and there was no doubt that he had some stupid scheme up his sleeve.

“okay you fuckers better get to hiding!” sero shouted as he covered his eyes to count.

everyone bolted in different directions and bakugou quickly grabbed your hand to drag you away from the scene. you could hear the echoes of muffled hollering as the other groups tried to situate a spot to hide as well. when katsuki finally came across a hiding spot suitable enough, he sat you both down, your chests heaving from all the running. he had found a fallen tree that was perfect to conceal yourselves behind.

the moon hung high in the night sky above you, illuminating katsuki’s bright blonde hair perfectly. as you two fought to catch your breath, your eyes were stuck gazing at the outline of his nose, the way his brows furrowed together, and the way his lips were slightly parted. you yanked your stare away from bakugou, choosing to move your attention to a random branch in front of you. his hand was still interlocked with yours; you had forgotten until he tightly squeezed your hand. you had to fight the blush that threatened to invade your face.

“are you and izuku dating or something?” he asked suddenly as he looked around, scoping out the area.

“what?” his random question baffled you. “we’re just friends, i feel like i’ve explained this before.”

“you just act like you’re obsessed with him.” he responded sarcastically, locking eyes with you.

“no i don’t!” you whisper shouted. “just because i invited him doesn’t mean he’s my boyfriend.” did bakugou not like izuku? considering they’re in the same boxing team, you figured they were friends.

“well do you like him then?” katsuki asked, staring at you blankly.

“no!” this was such a strange conversation. what made him want to bring this up? “where is this coming from?”

“you’re just always talking about him.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“no i’m not!” did it really seem that way? you and izuku were just close because of work, but there was nothing at all romantic about y’all’s relationship. “midoriya tells me i’m always talking about you, but that doesn’t mean i like you.” which was half a lie because you did like him.

“what was that?” bakugou smirked at you, lifting a brow as he watched your expression change when you realized what you said. “you’re always talking about me?”

“don’t let this inflate your ego any more than it already is.” your eyes rolled as he continued to gawk at you.

“oh, i’m going to.” his grin only widened. you nudged his side with your elbow and he squeezed your hand in his.

the game of hide and seek had completely escaped the minds of the two of you as you sat side by side and hand in hand. the wind picked up as the night grew longer and it chilled you to the bone.

“why the fuck didn’t we put our clothes on?” you said with a shiver. no one in the group had thought about the fact that it wasn’t entirely the smartest idea to play hide and seek in the woods in just your swimsuits.

“you cold?” he asked quietly. you nodded your head as you brought your knees to your chest. “here.” katsuki said, letting go of your hand and moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders. you stared at him with wide eyes and your stomach was infested with that fluttery feeling. there was no way he wasn’t doing this on purpose. did he know you liked him, or was he just clueless?

“thanks.” you said quietly as you leaned into him, finding it hard to break eye contact. katsuki’s eyes were an incredibly beautiful shade of red. you’d be lying if you said they weren’t easy to get sucked into.

the air between you was thick, causing your breath to stop short in your throat. katsuki held you close to his body as he held your gaze. if there was anything that was going to confirm his feelings for you, then it would be this moment in time. you shone in the light of the moon, your features outlined in the most memorable way. each time he saw you he was reminded of just how beautiful you actually were. bakugou took in each facet of your face, relishing in the way you stared back at him.

katsuki took a quick glance at your lips, causing your urge to shrivel away grow ten times more.

“found you!” sero yelled loudly behind you. you and bakugou jumped, completely forgetting the reason you were out in the woods to begin with. you loved sero with all your heart, but in this moment, you wanted to knee him in the balls.

“wowza…did i interrupt something?” sero said with a stupidly wide grin.

“shut the fuck up, moron.” bakugou said as he let go of you to stand up. the warmth of his body was now gone and you couldn’t help but frown. he reached a hand out to you to help you stand with him.

“where’s everyone else?” you asked as you stood next to katsuki, wiping the dirt from your legs.

“oh, you guys are the first people i’ve found.” sero responded.

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” bakugou said, obviously upset that he didn’t win the game of hide and seek.

you and bakugou joined the seek for the other pairs, the three of you walking close together. katsuki still wouldn’t let go of your hand. when you told him you were fine he replied with, “it’s fucking dark and you’re going to get lost.” acting as if you were helpless without him; when in reality he just wanted an excuse to touch you for just a little longer. after an irritably long half hour, you eventually found the rest of the group with kaminari and izuku claiming their win after being the last pair in hiding. once all of you reached the dock after an hour of galavanting in the forest, you threw your clothes on and decided a late night froyo run sounded perfect.

the nine of you walked back to the two cars, splitting up after deciding the location. you made it to your car with momo and jirou as the boys stayed back, whispering amongst themselves.

“okay so what the fuck? the hand holding? the sitting cutely by the tree?” sero whispered loudly as he gave bakugou a shove to the shoulder. “dude. DUDE.”

“oh my god you are so loud.” bakugou huffed out through gritted teeth.

“oh are we talking about you and y/n? you like her right?” izuku chimed in quietly, earning a death glare from the irritated blonde.

“who even asked you to be here?” katsuki was obviously frustrated that his friends had cornered him like this.

“uh, y/n did.” midoriya responded plainly, raising his hands in defense when katsuki shot him another look.

“so what’s the verdict?” kirishima questioned, a boyish smile on his face. this was the first time he’d ever been this involved in katsuki’s love life and he savored every second.

bakugou let out a sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest. he stared at the gaggle of annoyingly nosy boys that circled him.

“fuck.” he muttered to himself, “yeah. yeah i do.” he said, slapping his hands to his side.

“i feel like i’m in a rom-com right now.” denki giggled.

“when are you going to ask her out?” eijiro giddily asked.

“can we just go get some fucking fro-yo. please.” bakugou groaned, leaving the group to walk to your car, sero tailing close behind him. katsuki claimed the passenger seat, leaving the other three in the back.

you guys left the lake behind, windows down, the music loudly booming from your radio. everyone in your car was screaming along to Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean while katsuki seemed more or less uninterested.

“c’mon grandpa!” you shouted over the music and wind, “turn up! don’t be lame!” you gave his shoulder a push.

“can you please keep both hands on the wheel?” he said with a laugh. you shot him a grin as you giggled back, looking toward the road again. you loved driving with the windows down, but your hair flopping every which way into your eyes made it hard to enjoy it for very long. every three seconds, your hand was pushing away at the strands attacking your face. katsuki watched you closely, noticing your growing frustration. he slowly reached toward your face, grabbing your hair with one hand to hold it so you could see the road. he rested his hand against the back of your neck, your hair wrapped around his fingers. you turned your head to look at him and he was staring only at you, his head leaning comfortably against the headrest.

if you weren’t driving you would have jumped him. you didn’t know how much longer you could continue not telling him how you felt.

“thanks.” you said shyly, looking back at the road while the others in the back were still scream singing. he didn’t reply, instead he kept his eyes trained on you, rubbing circles into the skin of your neck with his thumb. you felt sick, but in a good way; like you could throw up because of excitement.

“you look pretty.” he said quietly enough where you almost missed it over all the noise already circulating in the vehicle. you felt your mouth form a grin without even meaning to. this moment felt like deja vu. it reminded you so heavily of the night you called him pretty for the first time in his car while shinso was still in the picture.

“pretty?” you replied, a smile taking up most of your face.

“yeah. really pretty.” katsuki’s gaze never faltered.

you returned your eyes back to the road, smiling like an idiot while he watched. the rest of the drive you were all screaming whatever song came on next; bakugou too focused on the girl beside him to join along.

an: i had one idea and a fucking dream. never at a single point did i know what i was going to write next. let’s hope it’s cohesive 😁🙏

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Beginning of the roommate!Sero saga

See the headcanons I jus made here !

Sero desperately needs a roommate. His apartment is too perfect to give up but damn the rent keep increasing… reaching out to cami seemed like a good idea bc she knows a lot of dudes that are jus in uni and have daddy’s money to pay rent. Key word: dudes. THAT was what he told her when he texted her. But here you are. Not a dude.

You’re standing in the kitchen with a bowl of something that smells heavenly and he’s slumped against the wall behind him, catching his breath from the smack down he was just in.

He was supposed to help you move in but a “work thing” came up and they absolutely need him there. Which brings him here. Bloodied & bruised on his own window seal and a stunning girl making food in his (your) kitchen.

“AH! Oh my fucking lord! Are you okay?” You jump. Expected I mean, you’ve never met, he’s unsure if you know he’s a hero but either way seeing some guy basically break in through the window of your new living room is a bit concerning.

He still doesn’t say a word. Partly taken aback at you. He said dude. You’re not a dude. You’re a… well fuck your gorgeous.

“Hello? You’re.. uh you’re bleeding.” Sero looks down at himself and suddenly he’s back in reality. “Oh shit yeah. Sorry sorry uh, this must be hella weird.” He says laughing while he’s getting up to greet you. Hand out he says “Sero Hanta, your new roommate!”

He disappears to shower but when he’s back you offer him some food and the fact that he hasn’t had any since about 11am (it’s now abt 9:40pm) he takes you up on that. It happens so naturally. You’re eating standing in the kitchen then you two are on the coach, just talking and talking away.

You’re a university student, pre-med track and you have a job at this really fancy restaurant but you only work a couple nights a week. Sero is, you guessed it a pro hero but he says he works with more underground investigations and that’s why he isn’t as famous as his buddies. Human trafficking, drug rings, weapons dealers and usual yakuza crimes is what he spends most of his job investigating. Occasionally he will be pulled into typical patrol or bigger villain fights but only if they really need him.

You guys eat all the pasta and after a couple hours of eating, talking and cleaning you return to your rooms for the night. His door shuts behind him and he pulls out his phone

Bolt 🔋: how’s the my replacement?

Spider man: she’s hella smart, med student.

Bolt 🔋: SHE? SHEE?

Bolt 🔋: coming over rn I gotta meet 🤤

Spider man: HELL NAW ur not fking my roommate???

Bolt 🔋: ;(

Bolt 🔋: she hot tho?

Spider man: 🖕

Spider man is offline

Kinda maybe definitely shitty but I wanna get some out to encourage me to write more. I wanna do a whole series abt roommate!reader & sero

secrets

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friends (older brother) fic

previous part linked here

sukuna watches you get ready. or more appropriately, watches you try to hide your panic as you busy yourself with getting ready.

he found it interesting - the little rituals that you had. it was almost like a rehearsed routine the way you rotated in the morning, one he had committed to memory. he watches you secure your hair back, your fingers massaging different serums and moisturizers into your skin.

but there’s an increased fervor today, in the way you meticulously prod at your own skin - rubbing hard on the slight blemishes on your skin, covering up the darkness under your eyes, and brushing your hair three times to perfection.

it’s borderline obsessive. he hovers over your shoulder, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“don’t you think you’ve brushed your hair enough, doll? looks great.”

he watches as you run it through your hair again, muster a peachy smile for him. it doesn’t meet your eyes. sukuna starts to wonder when it was that he started getting so concerned about you, in the way that it almost never left the back of his mind.

“has to be even, sukuna. i brushed six times on the right so i have to do the same amount on the left.”

he pinches his lips together.

“seems closer to a hundred, princess. your hair is fine.” he murmurs.

sukuna watches as you give him a nod, brushing through your hair the last three times, before you swirl around in your chair and place your hands on his hips. if sukuna wasn’t so irked, he’d make a comment about the compromising position - the way you were looking up at him like you were on your knees.

you squish the bones in his fingers as he pulls you up, his demeanor increasingly reserved today. on any other day sukuna would have smothered you in fifty kisses by now - making some teasing comment about how he’d want to shower with you or make every attempt to kiss all the lip gloss off of your face.

you reach for sukuna’s tie, still loosely hanging around his neck as you eye the clock, and start knotting it together. you tighten it to his collar, pushing the buttons through their slits, as sukuna stares at you. it’s something you find him doing often, almost like he’s trying to discern your thoughts just from looking at your face.

“you okay, sukuna?” you hum.

“are you okay, y/n?”

“huh? why would you say that?”

“you said it first.” he counters.

“well, you haven’t kissed me yet today. it’s been an hour and-”

he cuts off the sentence by pressing his lips to yours, the coffee you made him still lingering on his lips. you smile into the kiss, pulling back to press a kiss to his cheek.

“didn’t realize i had to.” sukuna mumbles.

“are you stupid? that’s part of your boyfriend taxes.”

sukuna smiles, watching you tilt your head to the side and smile at him. he commits it to memory - the sweet look on your face.

“and what’s due, hm?” he asks.

“you’ve paid your fees.”

“you haven’t paid yours, pretty girl.”

you brush the fabric of his collared shirt on his shoulders, as you tuck the last of the folds in the place.

“you’re needy, you know that?”

“s’not what i meant. it’s part of your girlfriend taxes to tell me what’s bothering you.”

“just nervous to talk to yuuji, that’s all.”

sukuna would be lying if the pending approval wasn’t on his mind too. not only because he was positive that it would make you retreat from him, after he had been making every attempt to ease you into it over the past few weeks.

but the fact is that he’s always considered yuuji his savior. a silent gift sent to him, his first companion in life. it would be a sting to him if yuuji didn’t view him fit for someone special to him. that he’d think so little of him, or even worse, that yuuji could think that sukuna thought so little of you.

“you’ll come back here after?” he asks.

you nod.

“call if you need me.”

you and sukuna trek out of the apartment at the same time, both of your phones clutched in your hand as he locks up. his phone buzzes one and you flip the screen, ignoring the text from satoru and swiping away the notification to look at his lock screen properly.

it’s a picture of you and sukuna, one that you took as a joke on his phone. he’s barely in the picture - just the slightest tuft of his pink hair and one of his dimples. it’s of you - smiling brightly into the camera.

-

sukuna can parse that something is wrong when nobara’s voice is the one that comes through on yuuji’s phone. and when he parks outside the bar, his suspicions are confirmed when the four of you are already lingering out on the sidewalk in the cold, as opposed to the usual antics that he has to wrangle you out of.

it’s a strange sight. the first thing his eyes are drawn to are you, naturally, and he’s immediately irked by the sight of you sniffling, megumi wiping the tears from your eyes. his eyes gravitate to yuuji next, nobara yanking him down by the hair as she gives him an earful.

the smell warns him enough - that the group of you, except for megumi he presumes, have lost your inhibitions.

“yuuji. you had no right to say that to her.” nobara scolds.

“she said plenty to me too!” yuuji bites back.

sukuna makes his way over to the two of you on the pavement, ignoring the sting when your face droops even more at the sight of him. megumi’s hands are on your shoulders, rubbing circles into your back, as he quietly sits at your side.

“up. both of you” he demands.

megumi follows his instructions, holding up a hand for you, as you wipe away the wetness around your eyes and megumi opens the front door for you. you settle into the seat - embarrassment burning in your chest - as megumi crouches at the side of the door, poking his head into the car to talk.

“he doesn’t mean it. weirdly enough, this is his way of being overprotective of you.”

you scoff, before turning to megumi. sukuna lingers by the door, watching as yuuji can barely hold his own against nobara, and attempts to catch the end of your words.

“sure, megs. i’m fine.”

megumi places a hand on sukuna’s shoulder as he stands up, reaching for yuuji and nobara as sukuna switches and takes his spot. it’s a quick glance over his shoulder - yuuji entirely preoccupied - as he leans his lips close to your ear. he notices you nearly flinch at the closeness but makes no comment about it.

“need anything, pretty girl?” he whispers.

“i want you to take me home after you settle them in. i want to be alone.” you mutter.

sukuna squeezes your hand, a silent response, as megumi shuffles the two of them in the car and he releases your hand just as fast. nobara gives you a smile, albeit half hearted - having spent a better part of the last hour in your defense - as megumi takes to scolding yuuji in his ear.

sukuna gives you one last look before he shifts the gear and heads home.

-

sukuna’s able to wrangle the three of them faster than usual and when he returns you’re crying softly in his passenger seat, his stray hoodie strewn over your shoulders.

“home?” he asks.

sukuna takes your non-committal nod as a yes, ignores the sting for a second time when you refuse to hold his hand, and drives slowly on the quiet streets. there’s a light sheen on the roads, the street lights reflecting in the puddles and shining a red light on your face.

you can tell that sukuna’s making his best attempts to be quiet as he drops you home. he’s quick to attend to anything - not letting you open the door or take off your coat or even tuck your hair behind your ear of from your own hands.

and sukuna almost does it. he almost makes it through without interjecting. but when he watches you rub your skin a little too hard with the moisturizer, so hard that it starts turning pink, he reaches for your hands and has to stop you.

he can’t watch you rub your skin raw just because you’re frustrated.

“here. let me.” he whispers.

“but you don’t–”

“i know the order, pretty girl. i’ve watched you do it enough times.”

he watches your weary eyes as you place the next bottle in his hands, pouring the cold liquid onto his fingertips. he taps the counter with the back of his hand and you obediently jump up, the two of you face level as he takes residence in between your legs.

the mere act eases the tension for sukuna - the fact that you hadn’t dismissed him yet, that you were letting him massage the serums into your skin was an olive branch enough. whatever yuuji had said hadn’t scared you off yet - and he’ll take his win where he can get it.

“need to talk?” he asks.

you look up at him, at the focused look in his eyes, accompanied by the soft pressure of his fingertips. he squishes your cheek, before leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head, and you instinctively pinch your eyes shut. it makes that angry, stinging feeling in your chest twist into that sinking feeling that makes you want to cower in the darkest corner of your closet.

“how many girls have you been with?” you ask.

“in what sense?”

“all of them.”

“i’ve dated two girls, not including you. one was in highschool, a girl named kisa. the other one was when i was in europe.”

“why’d you break up with them? or them with you?”

“no, it was me. both times. kisa, because i was leaving. the girl in europe because i got bored.”

he watches your eye twitch, as he continues.

“i’ve had sex with both of them. besides that, there’s six other girls that i’ve had sex with. talked to loads more, here and there, on and off.”

“what were they like?” you ask.

“meaning?”

“like…occupation wise. or-or personality. looks.”

sukuna furrows his eyebrows.

“can’t remember much to be honest? kisa and i dated in highschool, i think she said she wanted to be something stupid like an influencer. and the other, she was in vet school. they didn’t look similar. i don’t have a type if that’s what you’re trying to discern. and if i did have one, it would be you.”

you nod.

“okay.”

“i feel the need to clarify that it was never like this with anyone else.”

“well, why do you feel the need to clarify that?”

there’s something laced in your words - either hurt or animosity - but he can’t place which one it is.

“because you’re my girlfriend? i can tell that intimacy is important to you, that what i’ve done can raise questions and-”

“are you trying to infantilize me? i know you’re older and more experienced than me but that gives you no right. i’m not a little girl.”

animosity. it was definitely animosity.

sukuna reaches for your hands, pressing your knuckles against his lips as he mumbles.

“i know you’re a big girl now.”

you glare at him. his joke doesn’t land well.

“don’t taunt me, sukuna.”

“i know you’re not a little girl. and i know you’re smart enough to not equate maturity with intimacy. it’s a good thing that intimacy is important to you – that you want to take it slow. it’s important to me when it comes to you too.”

you sigh, scrunching your eyes shut as you lean forward and rest your forehead against his chest. you can feel your head pulsating - his words, yuuji’s words, your own mixing enough to give you a tension headache. he’s quick with it, his hands in your hair as he pulls you closer, resting his chin against the top of your head.

“what did yuuji say?”

you swallow hard.

“i was trying to bring it up, nonchalantly. i…i said that you and i had been hanging out. and yuuji was like yeah, that’s fine and all just don’t go dating sukuna or something.”

you watch sukuna’s eye twitch. but his immediate thought is pleased – that you’re still standing here telling him.

“i asked why. and he brought up mazzy. said that i should be careful, not jump into things so fast since i wasn’t over it yet.”

mazzy. sukuna commits the name to memory, another piece he stows away to put together his puzzle.

“and-and i said that i had learned my lesson. i am over it. i-i’m smart enough to know my boundaries now, you of all people know that.” you whisper.

sukuna offers you a smile.

“that’s right.” he affirms.

“he asked me why i was interested in you. then i got kind of defensive and said i wasn’t, that i was just suggesting it. i asked him – why was he so opposed to the idea? is it so crazy to think that you would like me? and he said…”

you swallow hard.

“he said why would you? why would you like me when i’m the way that i am?”

“he said that?” he seethes.

“not the second part. but the way he said it. why would sukuna like you, y/n? i understood it all the same. i know you’re great and all, sukuna, but is it really that ridiculous to everyone that you would be interested in me? what’s so wrong with me that everyone feels the need to question it? he said that–”

sukuna waits for the end of your sentence but it doesn’t come – just another bout of your tears.

he tilts your face up, before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. it’s wet, your tears brushing against the bridge of his nose and his cheeks as he nearly breathes fully into the kiss. and every time you try to pull away, he’s following you just as fast, refusing to let go. each one stings in your core.

“do you ever think you’re settling for me?” you ask.

“you wouldn’t believe what i think.”

“tell.”

sukuna shakes his head, almost like he’s embarrassed. you muster a halfhearted smile, poking the softness of his pecs as he rolls his eyes.

“y/n.” he warns.

“just…so squishy. like a stress ball.” you whisper.

“i’ll pretend like you didn’t just objectify me for your sake.”

“personification and objectification are different. and since you’re humbling yourself to date me, i might as well enjoy it.” you deadpan.

sukuna tries to temper the anger that flares through him. that you think so little of yourself. that you think so big of him – in the same vein as his parents. his isolating thought that you viewed him differently shatters. it’s aggravating.

“i’m joking. but i just mean that – we’re really different. and yuuji –”

“i don’t give a fuck what he thinks. do you?”

you sigh.

“i want you. do you think i’m not prepared to deal with what that means? that i don’t notice the things you do?”

sukuna watches your eyes go wide.

“you tend to get a little obsessive, princess. and you feel insecure more often than not. you’re far more chatty, more quick to joke when you’re emailing me rather than standing in front of my face, just because you can’t see my reaction – or more appropriately, can’t overthink my reaction – if you don’t see it. you can’t bring yourself to fully accept the fact that i like you, that i’m very very fond of you, because you think too little of yourself. you don’t tell me much – but s’okay. i’m able to figure most of it out.”

sukuna’s ability to read you to filth is enough to make your blood boil.

“other peoples’ words mean too much to you. wish you’d give mine more importance when i say there’s nothing wrong with you. s’not a problem that you and i have things to work through. you don’t have to meet any previous standards i have – any girls i’ve talked to – because you already don’t compare to them. they’d be in your spot if they did.”

it’s enough to make your heart ache.

“i can parse that me being more experienced than you bothers you. i have no intention of holding it over your head, nor does it make me feel any less attracted to you. you’re all things - intelligent, brilliant, beautiful. i have every intention to basically worship you when i get the chance – and that would stand if you were experienced or not.”

sukuna watches you shiver, the gravel of his voice making the goosebumps prickle on your arms.

“how can i be settling when you’re far too good for me? when you have such a hold on me?”

“sukuna –”

his lips hover by your ear, warm breath tickling down your spine as he murmurs. sukuna’s combined defense of whispering sweet nothings and sending sparks all over your body was never something you can win against. he leans his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttered shut.

“ i know my brother means the world to you – that what he thinks is important – but can you make space for me too? i don’t want to compete with him for your affections or your loyalty, especially when he has no right to make that call anyways. or make you feel uncomfortable in your own happiness – if that’s what this is.”

you cup sukuna’s face with your hand.

“that is what this is.” you murmur.

sukuna presses a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“you make me really happy. i hate that i need so much support sometimes but last time, i just –”

you swallow hard.

“i get in my head a lot. i’m trying not to but it’s hard sometimes. but i like you too much. i’m not just going to give you up like that. you don’t get off so easy.”

sukuna smiles.

“ah. there’s my beautiful princess with a disorder.”

you cross your arms across your chest.

“it’s a joke, dollface. we both know you’re not royalty.”

“asshole!”

sukuna snags the headband out of your hair, before following you out to your bed.

“what do you want to do about yuuji?”

“well, what do you want to do? he’s your brother.”

“and he’s your best friend. you care what he thinks far more than i do. nothing’s going to keep me from you.”

you sigh.

“we’ll keep it a secret. tell him again when – when it’s more solid. not that it isn’t but –”

he doesn’t question it.

“when it’s more solid.” he affirms.

-

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it's. literally. one of the bestttttt sport mangas I've read so far.?? it's fr rly different then what other sport mangas promote!! watch it,,, but I would rec reading the manga frfr

*assuming ur referring this

AHH OKOK ill start the first one tonight !

Reasons why Tsukishima and I would never work out:

1.- He would make me cry

/##/ izuku gets bitten!

pre - spider-man drabble about izuku getting bitten in front of you, but no one thought anything of it

CW// nothing really, fluff, mentions of being bitten and spiders ofc, broad science depictions (i ain’t doing allat), reader is mentioned to study maths, gender neutral reader. 750 words

spiderman izuku au m.list

izuku midoriya has never done anything reckless in his life, in fact, he is the safest person anyone could know.

don’t get me wrong, he will throw down his life to protect people (even though he can’t even pack a punch), but when it comes to day to day lifestyle? he does not play a single thing risky.

which is why when he suggested to sneak into the science lab to carry out some research, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.

“shush, we are going to get caught!” izuku panicked as he started jotting down observations in his book, some fluid you could not bother to pay attention to when he listed the chemicals he was sloshing together now oozing out of a skinny tube.

“i literally did not even say anything.” you deadpanned, sitting next to him as he kept looking over his shoulder as if he was committing a felony.

“look!” he sudden blurted out, a bright smile warming his face with eyes that were slightly crazed with knowledge, darting around his experimental contraption.

in all honesty, you didn’t even know what you were looking at. you studied maths and while science was slightly up your ally, you did better in a calculation than a scientific observation.

so, you pretended to understand, nodding sweetly and humming, causing izuku to blush furiously as he looked at your gentle smile.

always so understanding, you were.

izuku had always thought you were nothing short of breathtaking, of course, he never said this outloud, with the fear of ruining the friendship, and hell, you both have been friends for a while, even back when katsuki was a big bad bully (not much has changed in your opinion).

regardless, he’s chosen to keep his feelings to himself, a lovely mystery that tormented his heart and his freckled cheeks for every time he looked into the abyss your eyes held, or you helped him with a ridiculous math problem or even when you both walked to the dorms together.

“ah!” you suddenly screamed, frantically moving away from your desk as far back as possible.

“what?! is there a teacher?!” izuku panicking alongside with you, despite his heart of gold, he was a chronic panicker.

“no, even worse, a spider! oh my goodness, it looks.. green?! hell no!” you shouted, ignoring izuku’s desperate pleas to keep quiet and calm.

“it’s fine, i’ll take it out!” izuku reassured, looking around to locate the spider.

‘there!’ he thought to himself as he found it on the corner edge of the desk, placing his hand out while using the other to softly scoop it up.

he smiled to himself as he brought it closer to him, seeing the way your face relaxed and you started walking up to him slowly, gratitude shown explicitly in your expression.

he loved it.

he felt like your protector, provider, like your man.

it was stupid and extremely outdated but he couldn’t help but fall into those uber-clique roles when he fantasises about being with you.

i mean, was it so wrong to want to be your man?

your hero?

just then, he felt a sharp pang from his hand, provoking a sharp shout to escape his lips.

then, a rush started to flow from his palms to all over his body, it felt like his insides were on fire but also slightly cool. it was as if he was injected with lukewarm water that was flushing his veins.

then, it just stopped.

“are you ok?!” you ran to him worriedly, swatting the spider away from him and stomping its poor body as it landed on the ground as you looked into his eyes with care.

is it weird that he loved it?

“i mean, i guess, yeah. it really hurts tho.” izuku dramatically pouted, yet poor little you was too worried to understand that he was simply exaggerating just to experience being doted on by you.

“come on izuku, ill pack up for you and clean you up. you’re so silly, always wanting to help that you forget to take care of yourself.” you cooed.

izuku’s face flushed a bright red as you spoke, feeling your hand caress where the bite was, your soft fingers added warmth to his hot bite.

“y-yea, that would be nice.” izuku shyly smiled.

i guess getting bitten by a spider was worth it, izuku thought to himself as you looped arms with him.

his mind forgot about how the spider was weirdly green, how the bite had abnormal aftereffects and even how his bite marks had traces of green.

he didn’t know it yet, but soon, his only secret won’t just be his overflowing feelings for you.