Shinsou

dating sero pt. 2 ⭑๋܂⑅

sero hanta, my beloved...

★﹒₊‧mm kinda embarrassing things they do when they're down bad bad,,

< honestly... i don't think many of these are embarrassing but they're definitely not smooth or anything >

midoryia writes love letters and poetry to you but GOD FORBID THEY EVERT SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. it's not that they aren't good, they are REALLY good actually, he just tends to be a tad dramatic, and the emotions described and words used kinda boarder on obsession...

denki unintentionally stalks you. he's so drawn to you and your personality that he finds himself kind of d following you out the cafeteria and in the halls. he doesn't think you notice, and he kinda snaps out of his trance after all minute and just turns around ( 😭 )

bakugou stares at you. it's super embarrassing to him ESPECIALLY when he gets caught. he really can't help it, it'll be in a middle of class and his eyes will just fixate into you or in the gym (but not in a creepy way!!) he watched you and your form to make sure everything is good and he doesn't need to swoop in and save you. (lolz)

sero brings you up whenever he can. in conversations he WILL somehow find a way to make you the center of the convo. yeah training was hard...did y'all see y/n's new kick attack though?.... yeah she's really good at combat... her active wear is always so cute too! it's always matching.... and now everyone's talking about your style and how you're always coordinated. even if you aren't hell kinda manipulate everyone into believing you are.

Can we go back to 2020 peak hq fandom age?

explain this one, liberals

★﹒₊‧almost meeting the parents (?)

< cw/ talks of commitment issues but doesn't talk about source. reader doesn't make any sense. sero is the best boyfriend ever. sero calls reader: princess, sweetheart, baby, hun. i think that's it ? >

guilt. not a very good emotion to be plaguing your mentality. sero had invited you to meet his parents twice now. you agree at first ! over the moon but then something comes up. that something is a weird feeling that scares the shit out of you. you don't even know what it is, all you know is it sneaks up on you when sero mentions anything that might insinuate you guys moving further in your relationship. i.e, meeting his family.

sero was your first real boyfriend. or at least the first boyfriend you didn't just break up with because things were getting too serious too fast. they were only 2 month relationships and they were already pestering you about meeting their family and talking about your future together! like get a grip man!! we're 16!! but sero, he took things slow which you were grateful for. but it's been about 6 months since you guys started seeing eachother, and 3 months since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. you always loved the way he worded it. "can i be your boyfriend" it didn't sound like he was the prize to be won, you were. maybe it's your inflated ego that caused you to like he's asking so much. regardless, things with him have been perfect. perfect until he asked you at the beginning of the month to come with him to his monthly family dinner. his family is pretty close and since he's away at hero school and his eldest sister is in uni, his parents wanted a set date, once a month where they all came together again. when he first asked you were beyond excited! you've heard the many stories of his younger brothers, the trouble his sister got him into a few years earlier, and his adorable baby sister. but as you thought of what this meeting meant, your anxiety only increased until you had to tell him in a short text message that you couldn't go this time, and next time for sure ! he brushed it off and things went back to normal for another 2 weeks until he asked again. his sister got engaged and they were all celebrating again at his parents house, and again the same thing happened. sero was always so understanding. he knew how hesitant you were to even be in a relationship in the first place. you didn't tell him why but he's a smart boy and kinda figure out it was more or less to do with commitment issues.

now back to you feeling guilty. you brushed him off twice now to meet his family. you knew he talked about you, they were pretty close and you even knew he asked his sister for advice before hand in asking you out. so it wasn't that you were scared of them not liking you. you were scared of the realness that comes with meeting the parents. when you and sero were seeing eachother casually at first, no one knew. well they did but they didn't talk about it. when he asked if you guys could officially date, be boyfriend and girlfriend, he only told denki and his family outright, everyone eles kinda caught on or already assumed you two were dating. so in your mind you guys were able to stay in your little private bubble. away from judging eyes and overly personal questions about you two. but with family you can't exactly start showing up and wait for them to figure it out. you wanted to meet his family, you really did but when relationships get real they get messy. more people involved meaning more problems, more people that have to like you. not to mention the announcement of "this is my girlfriend" OMFG NO! EMBARRASSING! GET ME OUT! why couldn't it stay just the two of you. in your little bubble where no one knows anything about you two. now meeting his family doesn't mean he's going to tell them everything about you, you knew that but that doesn't ease the anxiety.

"y/n? hun can i talk to you?" oh god. his voice. he sounds so unsure and ... hurt? oh my god did someone hurt him!? "mm? oh, of course, han. what's up?" you turn to see his eyes dart to the ground and walk in with his head low, which was particular enough. sero always held his head high with confidence. you motioned for him to join you on your bed. "well, be completely honest with me, ok?" "yeah of course. what's going on?" you go to caress his arm that's keeping him stable on your mattress. "so, i've invited you over to meet my family twice now," oh shit. "and you agree but then dryly text me that something came up and you couldn't go anymore." your eyes feel so dry and hot. this is it. you think, he's done. of course he would want a girl that is willing to meet his parents, it's been half a year for goodness sake. your eyes start getting even more dry until, they start getting wet. seros eyes meet yours and he's filled with confusion and worry. "hey, it's ok. i'm so sorry baby. what did i say? what happened?" so understanding... he's so great why do you have to be so difficult? you try to speak but you realize your full on crying right now. your knees brought up to your eyes by you and you're trying desperately to stop. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry i don't know why i just. the first time i started thinking. and then the second time i started thinking about what i thought about the first time." you weren't sure if you were making sense to him but he pulled you in his lap and rested your head in his neck as he scratched your back gently. "shh, shh, it's ok darling. can you tell me what you were thinking about exactly?" he asked in a comforting voice. "i- uh. i don't even really know." wrong. you did know you just, couldn't put it into words right now. "i just knew that whenever i thought about how it would happen, i got really anxious, i think and i couldn't breathe and i just wanted to stay like this. where no one knows and we just stay away from everyone's stupid questions forever." ok that definitely didn't make sense. you knew it. he kinda of knew it but still acted like what you said made total sense. "sweetheart, that's totally ok. you don't have to meet them or even think about them until your ready. i'm not leaving you that's for sure." he said lightheartedly, "just breathe for me real quick." "i want to meet them i really do!" you tired lift your head up but he just pulled you back down and laid in your bed. "shh princess, it's ok. you seem so tired recently. just close your eyes, and breathe." and you did. you closed you eyes, inhaling his cologne and absorbing his body heat as you lulled yourself to sleep. you made a promise to yourself that you would deal with this and talk to him more about this when you woke up.

yesterday afternoon - after an unsuccessful coffee shop date - you’d decided that dating sucked. it was much too awkward and formal and not at all like it was in the movies, putting too much pressure on the people involved.

last night - after watching shoko flirt her way into free drinks - you’d been tipsy enough to take her advice. 

casual sex! it doesn't have to be with a stranger, just pick someone you know. someone you’re sure you won't fall in love with.

this morning you’d woken up to find gojo laying in bed next to you.

you lay shoulder to shoulder with the one person you should not have picked, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the other person to speak. 

“did we really–” 

“three times,” satoru confirms happily, rolling onto his side to grin down at you. “i'm surprised we didn't do this sooner, really. our sexual tension has always been off the charts.”

when he leans in to kiss you, his lips meet your palm as your expression wrinkles. “don’t get familiar.”

“we’re naked together in bed– we slept together in more than the literal sense. can’t get more familiar than that.” 

“and this never happen again,” you promise, refusing to look at him. 

“why? because you’re afraid you’ll fall in love with me? it’s okay to admit it. i'm extremely lovable.” 

you’ve seen the way girls fawn over him. how they swoon over his pretty eyes and confident smile. he’s satoru gojo. a legend amongst jujutsu society. you’re no one in comparison, not a user of an otherworldly cursed technique, not from a major clan. 

people like him don’t fall for people like you. you’re afraid of rejection, afraid of being hurt. 

“we’re friends,” you tell him honestly. “i don’t want to risk ruining our friendship over something like this.” 

he tilts his head as your look at him. “shoko told you to try casual sex, didn't she? why not with me?”

“she told you?” you groan, dragging a hand down your face and making a mental note to never ask your roommate for advice for anything ever again. 

“hey, look at me,” he urges, grasping your hand. you do as he says, meeting his earnest gaze. “i can be casual and chill, it’s not like i have a huge crush on you or anything.” 

it’s so hard to say no to him. you really wish you could.  

“i’ll think about it,” you tell him, rolling your eyes when he fist pumps. “but you need to go home before shoko sees you.” 

but you’re dealing with satoru gojo, who almost never does what he’s told. “you’re not getting rid of me that easily. come here.”

he winds an arm around you, pulli my you in so you’re snug against his chest. explicit memories of last night flash through your mind, sending heat through your veins.

 “i can’t.” you tell him (though you’re mostly reminding yourself.) this is insane— satoru, what are you—”

you’re cut off when he shushes you, whispering let’s sleep in for a little while longer. 

he starts to drift off again as you struggle to escape his grasp, but your efforts are futile. even on the throes of sleep, satoru is stronger than you. 

so you give up, resigning yourself to a few more minutes of…cuddling. shoko isn’t a morning person anyways.

after a minute, you find it's not entirely awful. it’s a purely physical reaction. gojo is good looking, even with his hair mussed with sleep and his mouth hanging open. because you know that under the softness of his skin lays defined muscle, and spending the morning in his nicely toned arms isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

(it’s purely physical, is what your head tries to convince your heart, which is beating a little faster than usual.)

a very soft, content sigh slips past your lips. 

then, shoko knocks on your door. 

“hey! don’t tell me you’re too hungover for grocery shopping.” 

“shit!” you whisper harshly, shoving him away from you. “she cannot see you in here.” 

“afraid you’ll have to share?” he teases, narrowly avoiding being hit with a pillow. “okay, okay! where do you want me?”

“closet!” you instruct, scrambling my around the room to make sure none of his clothes are lying around. you thrust them into his hands, pushing him into your closet. 

he catches the door before you can close it, smiling down at you. “aren’t you glad we’re doing this?”

you shove him inside, slamming the door shut just ask shoko bursts into the room.

“hey,” you greet, trying your best to appear casual as you lean against the door. your heart beats in your throat, as she squints at you, then lets her gaze sweep across the room.

“did you bring someone home last night?”

“no.”

she looks at you. really looks at you, you think. 

“okay,” she finally says, though you can’t tell if she believes you. “i just– i thought i saw you leave with gojo. suguru said you two were flirting all night.”

“gojo and i?” you try to laugh, but it comes out a little strained. “never in a million years.”

shoko only shrugs, and you let yourself relax when she turns to leave…

…only for her to turn around once more, leaning the the doorframe. “well if you really don't like him, just let him down easy, alright? suguru told me he has a huge crush on you.” 

wait–

“gojo?”

you hear a sharp inhale through the door. 

“yeah,” she nods. “you really couldn't tell?”

gojo…has a crush on you. it takes a few seconds to truly sink in. “i had no idea.” 

“of course you didn't. he’s definitely got a really weird way of showing it.”

she turns to leave for real this time, but you wait a couple extra seconds before opening your closet, finding a wide eyed, blushing satoru staring at you. 

you can't help but laugh. at his expression, at shoko’s revelation, at this entire situation.

dating sucks, but maybe it won’t be that bad if it’s with him.

<3 !!!

“ your hero ” [ izuku midoriya ]

╰┈➤ pairing: spiderman!deku x gn!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: mention of being followed/stalked, reader ends up bruised.

╰┈➤ word-count: 852

╰┈➤ a/n: a very vauge- not the most well done spiderman!au to attempt and quell my brainrot. this is all rambles and probably makes no sense.

Izuku wished he'd been more careful- wished he'd thought more.

He wasn't thinking at all, though. All he could hear was the sound of your voice- how scared you'd seemed when you called him. The fast beat of your heart as you hurried back from the corner store. He should've already been with you. Shouldn't have let you go alone. He was sore and tired from patrol, so you went alone. His fault. He didn't think when he found you. He just wanted to get you away from the threat.

It's all he can think about on his way back to his apartment, one hand tangled in webbing and the other buried in your jacket, holding you flush against his chest. He knows how painful the trip must be for you- trying his best to soften the landings and not swing too harshly around corners.

And you don't want to make him feel worse, you can see the trembling of his chin under bright spandex, but you can't help the yelps that escape when he lands too roughly on a roof. He mumbles apologies every second, clutching you tight as tears begin to bubble on his lashes.

You also can't help the heavy sigh of relief when you're finally at his building, sat on his plush bed and your head stops rushing. Izuku refuses to look at you, pulling your shirt over your head to bare your wounds. "It could be worse," you offer. You can't tell his expression, but he ignores you, worrying over the little splotches of purple and red.

"I'm- I-," you know his lower lips wobbling even if you can't see it. The fabric covering his nose heaves with his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, honey- I should've," Izuku kneels between your knees, frantically ripping the mask from his face. You're met with the expression you expected, glassy and guilty. You can see all the worries, the blame, swirling around his skull.

"I shouldn't have gone with you, 'zuku- it's my fault." You wish your breath was a little more even, "it's always dangerous this time of night. I didn't listen to-"

He huffs roughly, staring pointedly at your feet, "I still didn't come with you." You let out a shaky breath, grappling for his hands and squeezing down. "I let you go alone, didn't I?" You can feel his fingers trembling under your own, pulling him up to sit on the bed next to you. "I'm sorry."

"I told you I'm- fuck- okay." Your breath hitches under a new wave of pain. Your ribs throb- definitely bruised, you grasp harder at Izuku's hands.

He watches you helplessly from his seat, flexing gloved fingers, "I'm so sorry." Tears begin to track over his freckled cheeks, "I'm sorry."

You catch his jaw in your palms, "I'm fine, baby. It could be worse, trust me." You can tell the reassurance doesn't mean much to him. He's still staring down at his hands and pushing back tears.

"I shouldn't have pushed you out of the way," he whimpers. "What if something worse had happened?" He worries, lip caught between his teeth, "I could've really hurt you. Or worse and it would've been my fau-"

"Izuku Midoriya," his eyes snap to yours, widened and glassy. "That dude could have killed me, okay?" You watch his jaw clench- green eyes sharpening suddenly. "You did what you thought was best. You removed me from the threat. You did a good job, okay?"

He nods at you, forces a tight smile- but you can tell he doesn't mean it. It's like he thinks you're lying to him- that you hate him, deep down. Like you're going to leave the second he turns around. But you're not.

"Izuku, look at me," you tug him closer to you, palms cradling tear-streaked cheeks. "You did what was right. You protected the civilian, you caught the assailant, you saved me. That's what you've always wanted to do, what you've dreamed of. That's what you did." A smile finally tugs at his lips again and he nods, sweat-slicked curls bouncing. He slumps against you when you pull him into you, nosing into your neck.

"You know I love you, right?" He hums, pressing a kiss to the juncture of your neck. "Good. 'Cause in the nicest, most loving way possible- I need an icepack and you need a shower."

He huffs a laugh, pulling back to press a short kiss to your lips, "m'kay. I'll be right back, okay- try to stay sitting up, hon."

"You act like I'm dying, 'Zuku," you squeeze his hand. "I'm just a little banged up."

Izuku frowns, cupping the side of your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. "Pinky promise?"

You huff a laugh, staring at his extended finger before uniting it with yours, "pinky promise." The smile that breaks across his face makes your heart hurt.

Guys we've been blessed