i do not remember writing this.
a/n: i kinda wrote this while thinking abt seroki. also it’s 2:20am rn so i might delete this when i wake up.
you lay awake under the cool sheets with him. you’ve both come down from the high and he is sleeping soundly curled next to you. his skin touching yours. but you find yourself not being able to drift off as smoothly as he did, mind too busy over analyzing every detail of the dinner you had with his father hours prior.
how his smirk grew when his dad called you such names and warned him how you would ‘bring him down in his career’. you couldn’t help but wonder if shouto was only interested in you so get could get back at his dad in a way. picking the most damaged, low life he could find to bring home. you knew his dad wouldn’t exactly approve of your ‘lifestyle’ to say, but you never thought your one and only would let all the insults wash over before defending you, if you could even call it that.
“they’ll only bring you down in life, think about your career, Sho!”
“so! want me to go marry one of the perfectly selected girls i know you have lined up for me?! how sick are you! i don’t care what you think of my partner because your two cents don’t matter to me!”
not even really defending you. just insulting him. throwing more salt in the wound his father has for being so absent in his life.
you didn’t think twice about the way he wiped the tears you wept in the taxi home away and carried you to the bedroom when you got home. in that moment you just needed to be loved by him. and he did that. but hours later, in the almost morning, you rethink everything. you wish you had the courage to start a fight about this whole ordeal. how you truly didn’t feel like he loved you, just loved the reaction he got from his dad. you’ve planned out exactly what you’d say too but you won’t because you’ve grown too attached to this life you created with him. even if this safe heaven for you is just a little bonus for pissing his dad off.
high school miya atsumu who has the fattest crush on you and somehow managed to hide it from everyone for 3 months before osamu caught him scrolling through your instagram for the nth time that week. atsumu made him swear he wouldn’t tell you - or anyone on the team for that matter - as he was already so embarrassed by the way he was outed. osamu swore up and down he wouldn’t, but not before sending a voice recording of the whole conversation to you :))
jirou!!
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.
i love writing boys being shy with their crush bc i think it’s the cutest thing ever
I miss friendly neighborhood spider-man!sero :(
Sometimes I forget I have quite a lot written on this blog…
tutoring, atsumu pining like a lovesick puppy, gn!reader, not proofread, reblogs appreciated
character, atsumu miya
🏷 tag for @melsuki
atsumu didn’t enjoy studying, it was one of his least favorite things in the world. he’d much rather spend his free time watching paint dry. unfortunately for him though if he wanted to continue playing volleyball he had to maintain good grades.
so when his teacher suggest a tutor for him he was not up for it immediately. until his teacher read the list of students who could tutor him. as soon atsumu heard your name read of he perked up immediately. “oh yeah they’re fine,” he casually agreed.
you on the other hand did not enjoy tutoring people. you only did it because it would look good on college applications. even though you rarely tutored students because they avoided choosing you out of intimidation your unfortunate luck got you stuck tutoring atsumu miya. when your teacher informed you of the situation you nodded and smiled along to everything she told you.
who were you to decline?
it wasn’t that you disliked atsumu, you never really had a conversation with him. you were just sure he and his fangirls didn’t like you. you’ve caught him plenty of times staring at you—or what seemed to be glaring. his fan girl probably don’t know who you are now, but sure enough, after they find out you tutoring him they certainly wouldn’t
but why would he want you to tutor him? it was the student's choice after all.
the next day you met with the setter after school in the library. he usually would be practicing but he had to do this instead.
you were surprised to see him there before you, almost like he was looking forward to this. quietly you made your way to the table the fake blond was at and set your bag down. “wow you’re early.” you noted, voice just barely above a whisper. “oh yeah,” he cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly in his seat.
“just looking forward to getting this over with,” he said. what a lie. “right.” you nodded as you grabbed textbooks, notebooks, and pens from your backpack. “do you have everything you need?” you sighed, resting your arms on the table. “yup,” he nodded as he grabbed his notebook and pencil.
eyeing his materials you glanced back and forth between them and atsumu. “what? ‘m i missing something?” he raised a brow at you. “no textbook?” you pointed out his lack of said item. “oh,” he “i kinda forgot—”
“it’s fine,” you reassured him with a smile as you picked up your textbook and placed it between the both of you. “we can just share mine.” you insisted. atsumu was not going to object, his mind instead wandered to the possibilities this incident could lead to.
maybe if you both read a passage in the textbook your hands would touch—no. he shook his head at his wandering mind and paid attention to you as you began to read something from the textbook.
his eyes wandered from your eyes that followed along with the words in the book before they fell to your lips. your seemingly soft lips, every boring word that came out of your mouth sounded like music to his ears.
“can i have your number?” he blurted out without thinking. your eyes snapped from the pages on the book and to the setter next to you. he looked as if he was shocked by his own words. “wha-”
“so we can plan the next session—obviously,” he added quickly. the lie came so quick he was lucky. “oh,” you frowned ever so slightly. “yeah sure.” and with that, you wrote your number down on a post-it note and gave it to atsumu.
from that second on he was looking forward to texting you to plan his next session. which would consist of him staring at you with hearts in his eyes whenever you weren’t looking.
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