Please , One Where Reader And Jake Wanted To Take Things Slow By Dry Humping

"LALALALA"

synopsis: yapper reader x listener katsuki. in which you finally get to see katsuki!

notes: grumpy x sunshine also. basically just yap yap yap reader and bro stfu katsuki. based on some prompt i remember seeing forever ago. deviating from my usual 'reader and katsuki childhood friends go to ua tg' bc this is such a cute idea

the field is buzzing, students from different hero schools gathering in small groups and instructors calling out over the noise generating quite the racket. there’s tension, excitement, and a bit of rivalry in the air. class 1-a stands off to the side, eyes scanning the new arrivals. bakugo stands isolated from the group with his arms crossed, mouth already in a deep scowl.

he hates group exercises. hates surprise training simulations. hates-

“katsuki!!”

and then it happens.

a blur comes flying in from the other side of the field. he hears it before he sees it, and by the time he turns his head, it’s too late. you launch yourself at him from behind, tackling him in a full-body hug that actually makes him take a step forward. his body tenses immediately, hands twitching instinctively like he might throw you off-

but he doesn’t. he would never.

“kats! kats!” you giggle, climbing halfway up his back like he’s your personal jungle gym. you hook your chin over his shoulder, big goofy grin stretching across your face as you hug him tight. “hi!!”

there’s a long pause. bakugo doesn’t move. doesn’t shout. doesn’t blow anything up. the whole world stills in suspense.

eventually, he sighs, a hint of a not-angry expression present on his face. "hi."

“uh… are we… seeing this?” kirishima says under his breath, eyes wide.

“kats, i swear, it feels like it’s been forever since i’ve seen you! i mean, seriously, how is it that we’re both doing this hero thing and still barely getting any time to hang out? it’s like the universe just hates us or something. i’ve been stuck in this crazy hellfire intensity training like all week, and it’s not even the fun kind, it’s just endless drills and lectures and like ugh ohmygod, i’m so over it. anyway, i missed you kats!! how are you? healthy? well? making friends? wait, who am i kidding. youre definitely healthy because youre like a health-conscious old man, and definitely no friends."

you’re talking so fast he doesn’t have time to respond to anything. he just stares down at you, not saying a word or moving an inch.

eventually, he reaches out, drops a heavy hand onto your head, and mutters, “shut up.”

you beam like he just handed you flowers. “there he is,” you giggle, grabbing his arm and hugging it to your chest. “so grumpy. so cute. i miiiissed you!”

he grumbles something pissy under his breath, but makes no move to pull away.

aizawa’s voice cuts through the air. “pair off.”

despite you already hanging on him, bakugo grabs you immediately. “we’re teaming up.”

“wait, what?” mina says from behind him. “you’re not gonna work with us?”

“we’re teaming up,” he snaps again, louder this time, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“but you always-”

“shut up. all of you. shut. the fuck. up.”

you’re already bouncing beside him, eyes bright. “oh my god, kats, i have so many ideas. okay, okay—what if you blow a hole in the wall and you know how i texted you last week about that new feature on my costume? i could use that to- wait! or we could climb over the roof and-”

“you talk too much,” he mutters, dragging you along gently despite his annoyed expression.

“you love it,” you sing, completely unbothered.

he doesn’t answer.

but the tiniest corner of his mouth tugs up.

masterlist

CRAVINGGG to come home after a long day at work and dearest, loving husband! katsuki takes care of his wife.

you step through the door, exhausted from the draining day, but before you can even set your bag down, you feel katsuki’s arms wrap around you. he pulls you into him, his embrace firm and comforting.

you let out a tired sigh, your body feeling like it’s made of jello. “katsuki, go away. i’m gross.”

he doesn’t let go. instead, he tightens his grip, pulling you even closer.

“no,” he rubs his cheek against your hair, breathing you in. "i've missed you all day."

you huff, leaning into him a little, but still feeling self-conscious. “i feel disgusting, katsuki. you shouldn’t be hugging me right now. i probably smell like i’ve been working out in the sun.”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he just grumbles and pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair. “just let me hold my damn wife.”

you can’t help but smile at the way he says it, the way he makes you feel like the most important person in the world, even after a day like this. "okay, but at least let me take off my shoes. my feet are killing me."

katsuki doesn’t say anything at first, but you feel him shift before he’s crouching in front of you. the action is so unexpected that you freeze for a moment, watching him carefully unbuckle your heel with a tenderness you didn’t expect.

you flush, a little caught off guard by the intimacy of the moment. "katsuki—what are you doing?"

he glances up, his eyes intense but soft, a small smirk playing on his lips. "just making sure you relax, baby. you deserve it. don’t want you to lift a finger. gotta take care of you.”

he gently pulls off your heel and kisses the side of your leg. his lips brush against your thigh before he carefully lifts the other foot, repeating the process.

your heart races, flustered by the attention, but you let out a shaky breath, trying not to let it show. “you’re too much…”

katsuki doesn’t answer right away, his gaze lingering on your legs, eyes dark with admiration.

“baby, i don’t think you get it,” he says, slowly moving his hands up your calves, his touch reverent, almost as if he’s memorizing every curve and dip. “these legs? fuckin’ perfect. you’ve got no idea how much i love ‘em.”

you shiver slightly as his fingers trace the shape of your thigh, moving upward with a deliberate slowness. he kneels a little closer, his breath warm against your skin, and he kisses the top of your knee, as though it’s a sacred offering.

“god, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands sliding higher, caressing the soft skin of your thighs. “never seen anyone look this good, and i get to have you all to myself.”

you swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. he’s being so intense, his worship of you so consuming, and it makes you feel like you're the only thing in the world that matters to him in this moment. “katsuki... you’re making me feel embarassed.”

he pauses, looking up at you with an almost teasing glint in his eyes. “embarassed? why? i’m just admiring my beautiful wife here.”

he places another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

you run your fingers through his messy hair, the soft strands slipping between your fingers as you sigh, feeling the exhaustion wash over you like a heavy wave. despite the warmth of his touch, you’re starting to feel the weight of the day catch up to you.

“katsuki, can i... can i shower?” you ask, your voice quiet, blissed out but still a little shy from the overwhelming attention.

he doesn't answer immediately, his lips lingering against your skin as he presses one last soft kiss to your thigh, his hands gently sliding down your legs before he looks up at you. his eyes are full of affection, a hint of playfulness still there, but he nods slowly, his grip never leaving you.

"is it okay if i join you?” he asks, the question laced with care, giving you the choice.

you meet his gaze, feeling your heart flutter at the genuine softness in his eyes. a small, tired but blissed-out smile tugs at your lips as you nod. “yes... please."

he smiles, his grip never leaving you as he stands, guiding you gently toward the bathroom. "let’s get you cleaned up, gorgeous."

once the shower is running, the warm water filling the room with steam, you step inside, letting out a content sigh as the heat envelops you.

katsuki follows close behind, and soon, the two of you are standing beneath the water, his hands moving tenderly as he helps wash away the fatigue from your body.

you lean back against him, relaxing into his touch as his fingers work through your hair, massaging your scalp with slow, deliberate strokes along with your shampoo.

his hands are gentle, but the strength in them is still there. every so often, his thumb brushes against your temple, a silent reassurance that he's there.

"you're so good to me," you murmur, feeling the stress of the day melt away.

katsuki doesn’t answer at first, focusing on rinsing the shampoo from your hair before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a contented sigh. “i’d do anything for you, sweets. anything.”

“anything, huh?” you tease, turning your head just enough to catch a glimpse of his face. “even… let me cook breakfast?”

“hell no. that’s my job," he grumbles, as if the idea is absolutely absurd.

you laugh, the sound light and airy, and he can’t help but chuckle with you, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

"what, you think i'm not capable of cooking you a decent meal?" you tease, leaning slightly to the side to catch his eye. "i can make you something amazing."

he snorts, shaking his head. "sweets, the only thing you’re amazing at is looking good in my arms."

you roll your eyes at his smug grin. “oh, i’m amazing at more than just looking good, y'know. i can, like, totally cook a meal that you'll rate 5 stars.”

he nips your shoulder lightly, the playful spark still dancing in his eyes. "if you wanna try, i guess i could let you make a little something for me. as long as you don’t burn down the kitchen, that is."

you arch an eyebrow, your lips curling into a mischievous grin. “oh, i won’t burn it down... unless you’re not around to supervise me, of course.”

“even if it’s god-awful, i’ll still eat it. but if i die from food poisoning, i swear to hell, i’m haunting your ass for the rest of my afterlife.”

“oh yeah? and what exactly does a katsuki bakugo ghost do? yell at me from beyond the grave?”

“damn right,” he smirks. “you’d never get a moment of peace. i’d be right there, messing with you every second. flicking the lights, moving your stuff, whispering in your ear when you’re trying to sleep.”

he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “and you’d still feel me, too. my hands on you, my lips on you… haunting you in all the best ways.”

you roll your eyes, still grinning. “that doesn’t sound like haunting—that just sounds like you being obnoxiously all over me forever.”

katsuki snorts. “exactly. but don’t worry, baby—i’ll make sure you don’t kill me yet. you’re stuck with me for a long, long time.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ clearing out my drafts AHHHH hope you guys enjoy another endearing, husband katsuki💜💜

MHA Boyfriend Texts !

context: they list three things they love about you

 cw: cussing, vulgar language

tone: my style of texting ( abbreviations, slang, lower case letters ) character list: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, hawks, sero, kaminari, kirishima

i. midoriya

k. bakugo

s. todoroki

k. takami

h. sero

d. kamanari

e. kirishima

( keep in mind: these are my own impressions of the characters and not factually/cannonly correct )

nerd!gojo always holds his hand over yours when you jerk him off. he guides your fist up and down on his cock like he's doing it himself and the whole point of your hand being there is null and void. he might as well be masturbating.

you get upset about it one day, sitting back on your heels and giving his cock a gentle squeeze so he slows down. he looks at you with wide, hazed eyes, glossy with lust and need and everything else that makes him so fucking pretty! "why'd you stop?"

"you could do this yourself," you nod down to where his larger hand wraps around your smaller one, still closed around his weeping cock. "you're doing all the work, toru."

you try to loosen your grip and pull back, maybe suggest some other way of getting him off together, when he tightens his grip and forces your hand to still on his cock. he's a little red in the cheeks, long lashes fluttering under his glasses as he musters up the words he needs.

"i like holding your hand, is all."

Katsuki quickly visiting you before your concert. You’re getting your makeup done, glitter and rhinestones carefully adorned your eyes. The entire backstage area was covered in a variety of wires and whatnot. Katsuki kept getting yelled at by your manager for wandering around without permission.

“You’ve gotta have a backstage pass to be here, Dynamight.”

“Oh come on, it’s just me!”

“Rules are ru-“

“Tsuki!”

Katsuki’s head whipped around at the sound of your voice so fast, he swore his neck cracked. He immediately lost his breath. Of course he always thought you were stunning, but in your concert getup; he couldn’t get his eyes off of you. He immediately hold you close and peppers your head with kisses, lightly enough to not mess up your stylists’ hard work.

“I like you dressed like this.”

Frilly outfits that sparkled underneath the stage lights, and a face that could stop wars with its beauty.

“You better, I’ve been here since 4am.”

He would’ve never known with the way you were bouncing around. Idols were truly supernatural.

“Dynamight, if you don’t have a ticket, we’re gonna have to escort you out.”

Your manager only ever enforced the rules like this for Katsuki. If it were anyone else, they’d be offering a bunch of free things and discounts. Katsuki gets to pay an extra ‘Boyfriend Fee’.

“ITS MY GIRLFRIEND, ILL DO WHAT I WANT!”

A group of bodyguards were forced to escort him out the building. Not before he kissed the hell out of you, smudging your lips a little bit.

The footage of the concert started trending the next day. Your visibly kissed lips and an angry Dynamight seen outside the venue with a massive pile of concert merch. Truly ‘Japan’s best Couple’.

— — — — — — — — —

I love idol reader x Katsuki :D im imagining yn dressed like rei from ive. Yk with the pigtails and sparky dress

Side note: I went to ive’s concert a few months ago and I fell in love with them all over again <3

#LMAOO #DDLC

been a while since i’ve posted one of these

you don’t even get a chance to put your bag down before bakugo is yanking you into his arms, grumbling something about how damn long you kept him waiting.

“katsuki—”

“shut up,” he mumbles, already burying his face into your shoulder. “just lemme have this.”

you sigh, but it’s hard to be exasperated when he’s clinging to you like this—arms tight around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like you might disappear if he lets go.

“you’re so needy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair.

he grunts. “so what?”

you laugh softly. “so nothing. it’s cute.”

his grip tightens. “ain’t cute.”

you can feel how warm his face gets, even if he’s trying to hide it against your neck. his breath is warm, sending a little shiver down your spine when he mutters, “kiss me.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

he tenses. then pulls back just enough to glare at you. “babe. a real one.”

before you can even think about teasing him again, he’s already moving—cupping your face, leaning in, kissing you slow and deep like he’s making up for lost time.

when he finally pulls away, he stays close, forehead resting against yours. “missed you,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

your heart melts. “i was only gone for a few hours.”

“too long.” he huffs, dragging you toward the couch. “now shut up and cuddle me.”

Casually Touching You

Whenever you were around Bakugou’s general vicinity, he couldn’t help but automatically put his hands on you. 

His hands found your waist to guide you around the room. 

His hands found your hair to flick something away from it. 

His hands covered your ears when you almost overheard Kirishima and the boys outing Bakugou’s feelings for you. 

The boy moved in orbit around you. You were his personal supply of stomach butterflies and the boy built an addiction to it. 

Thus, the Bakusquad christened you with a very special nickname: ‘Bakumagnet’. 

(Wanted to try writing shorter drabbles for a change because I have a lot of long chapters in the works. Also note to self this post breaks in the tags)

HEY me again 😖 i loved the last request so why not another one 👀

Can we possibly do bakugo, kirishima, denki, or even monoma (i cant choose just one boy rn-) x reader who has a really dangerously strong fire quirk??

So basically like endevour or toya/dabi but more stronger, dangerous and uncontrollable, some background reader had a brother but when she got her quirk she almost disintegrated her brother (idk like her brother is deku?) and every time she uses her quirk she basically gets small burns.

But one day she gets upser at something random like idk a sad video of a cat… ik that gets me. But anyway, she gets sad from something and her quirk goes crazy and she nearly burns the dorms down by accident and has a really nasty burn, and it’s basically the bois trying to calm her down because the sad video reminded her of her shitty childhood????

I tried to make sense of it 😭 sounds better in my head… pls eat and drink, dont forget to brush ur hair/teeth, and shower and to sleeeep!!!

BAIII

-Monty

BURN, BABY, BURN!

FEATURING Denki Kaminari x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Ejiro Kirishima x Reader, and Neito Monoma x Reader (individual)

SUMMARY How the boys react to a reader with a fire quirk losing control.

CONTENT WARNINGS Fluff!!! Slight angst, Bakugo being Bakugo, Kirishima calls the reader sunshine ^.^, Monoma (yes, he's a warning), losing control of a quirk, mentions of burns/injury

AUTHORS NOTE @montybooks!!! Babe, you are back at it again with another awesome request! Seeing this in my inbox brought me out of my schoolwork induced zombie-like trance state for just long enough to write this. And as a thank you for returning, I decided why write for one, when I could write for them all ;) hope you enjoy!!!

⚡ Kaminari Denki

Denki is used to powerful quirks. Bakugo’s explosions? Shoto’s fire? Yeah, whatever. But this? The way the air warps from the sheer heat of your flames, how the floorboards crackle and blacken beneath your feet—this is something else entirely.

The moment he sees you trembling, sees the panic in your eyes, he moves—instinctively, without hesitation.

“Babe—babe, look at me!” His voice shakes, but he forces himself to grin because he knows you need something to ground you.

The fire is licking at his skin, his uniform singing at the edges, but he doesn’t care. You’re upset, and that’s all that matters.

When the fire finally dies down, leaving the room scorched, smoky, and silent, he barely gets a second to breathe before he sees the burns crawling up your arms.

“Shit—okay, okay, don’t freak out—wait, no, you can freak out, but like, not too much, ‘cause I seriously don’t wanna die right now—”

He immediately starts cracking jokes to try and lighten the mood, even as he carefully helps you to the floor. “Y’know, next time you wanna cuddle, babe, maybe don’t turn the dorms into a volcano?”

His usual joking tone falters when he sees your expression. Your hands are shaking, and you look…scared.

So, he pulls you in, wraps his arms around you despite the heat still radiating off you. His chin rests on your shoulder, his voice soft, steady.

“I don’t care how strong your quirk is. I don’t care if you turn this whole school to ash. You’re still my girl, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses your temple, his usual goofiness gone, replaced with something deeper, something more real.

“Now, let’s get some ice on those burns before you roast me alive, yeah?”

🧨 Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo knows power. He respects power. And your quirk? It’s terrifying.

But he doesn’t flinch when the fire erupts. He doesn’t run. He runs toward you.

“Oi! Snap out of it!” His voice is commanding, cutting through the crackling flames.

The air is boiling, smoke stinging his eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He pushes forward, grabbing your wrist despite the heat scorching his skin.

Your eyes snap to his, wide, filled with fear. His grip tightens. “You control this, dumbass. Not the other way around.”

When the fire finally fades, he catches you before you can collapse. His arms are strong, steady, unwavering.

His heart drops when he sees the burn on your skin. He clenches his jaw so hard it aches.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, like he’s trying to will it into existence.

He sees the way you’re avoiding his gaze, and something in him snaps.

“Tch. Dumbass, you think I’m scared of some flames? I make explosions for a living!” He growls, but his hands are gentle when they grab your face.

He forces you to look at him, his crimson eyes blazing with something fierce. “You think this changes anything? You think this makes me wanna run?”

He cups your face, thumb grazing the edge of a burn. “Not a damn chance.”

That night, he doesn’t leave your side. He keeps his hands on you—a grounding presence, a reminder that he’s here.

🪨 Kirishima Eijiro

The second he sees the fire consume the room, he doesn’t think—he just acts.

He hardens his body, pushing through the inferno, ignoring the embers scorching his arms. He refuses to leave you alone in this.

“Sunshine!” His voice is loud, steady, unshakable. He grins through the heat, his hands reaching for you.

“I gotcha, sunshine—I’m right here!” His voice is loud, steady, reassuring. He doesn’t flinch, not even when the flames lick at his skin.

When you collapse, he catches you immediately, holding you tightly against his chest. His hands shake as he sees the raw burn on your skin.

His heart aches because he knows—he knows how much this hurts you, not just physically, but emotionally.

His hands are gentle as he cradles you against his chest, his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeats it like a mantra, as if saying it enough will make it true.

“I don’t care how dangerous it is—I’m staying. No way in hell am I leaving you alone right now.”

Later, as he helps wrap your burns, his voice softens. “You’re not dangerous to me. Never have been, never will be.”

He kisses your scorched knuckles, eyes filled with something unwavering, unbreakable.

“You’re strong, babe. Stronger than this. And I’ll remind you every damn day if I have to.”

🎭 Monoma Neito

“Oh, wonderful. The dorms are on fire. Again.”

His sarcasm doesn’t hide the way he rushes toward you, even as the flames lash out, searing the air.

“Honestly, what do they teach you in training? How to annihilate everything in a ten-mile radius?” His voice is sharp, mocking.

The moment he sees you clutching your head, shaking, something in him twists.

His expression shifts. He’s still smirking, still snide, but there’s a different kind of sharpness now—focused, calculating.

“You’re not going to burn me.” He says it like it’s a fact, like he’s daring you to prove him wrong.

He steps closer—slow, deliberate. The heat is unbearable, his skin screams, but he refuses to flinch.

“Tch. Look at you,” he sighs, stepping closer, ignoring the flames curling around his uniform. “Terrifying, destructive—you’re lucky I like dangerous women.”

“You’re so dramatic, you know that?” His voice is steady, unwavering. “What, are you going to cry next? Maybe throw in some evil laughter? Go full villain for me?”

The flames pulse, waver. His eyes narrow.

Got you.

He doesn’t hesitate when he sees the burns on your arms. His jaw tightens, his hands clenching at his sides.

He doesn’t let go. He keeps you close, pressed against him, even as he grumbles.

“Look at you,” he tuts, running a careful hand over your singed hair. “An absolute disaster, as usual.”

But his touch is gentle, precise. He takes your wrists, assessing the burns with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

“And now I have to deal with the consequences of your recklessness.” A dramatic sigh. “Truly, my suffering knows no end.”

But then—his fingers graze yours, barely a touch. His voice drops.

“You’re okay.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. A demand.

When you don’t respond, he taps your forehead lightly—just enough to snap you out of it. “Hey. Did you hear me?”

His usual smirk is gone. His gaze is piercing, serious.

“You’re okay,” he says again, softer this time.

That night, he doesn’t let you hide away. No sulking, no brooding. Not on his watch.

He sits beside you, cross-legged on your bed, arms folded, smirking like he owns the place.

“You’re not going to wallow,” he declares. “Because if you do, I’ll be forced to drag you out of your own self-loathing.”

A pause. Then, a mock gasp. “Wait, is that what this is? Are you sad because you think I’m scared of you?”

He leans in, grinning, voice dropping to a low murmur.

He whispers, his breath warm against your ear, “If I was scared of you, I wouldn’t be here.”

His fingers brush yours, his touch featherlight, teasing. “So stop being so dramatic and let me take care of you.”

And just like that, the smirk softens. The teasing fades, just a little.

“You’re strong,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You’re…you.”

His lips press against your scorched knuckles. It’s barely a kiss, just the lightest ghost of warmth.

“And I like you exactly the way you are.”

"Oh, and next time, give me a little warning before you try to burn the school down, hmm?”

…… saiki as your boyfriend !! +

warnings: adorable fluff !!

a/n: I just found this in my drafts- it’s okay because saiki is life 😊

saiki kusuo x gn reader

KUSUO SAIKI, who does everything intimate in front of teruhashi. you wouldn’t mind would you? head ruffles? check. kisses on cheek? mmm.. maybe not. he thought it was a bit embarrassing to be doing this in public, but seeing your suprised face and hearing teruhashi’s dark thoughts? it’s definitely work it.

KUSUO SAIKI, who immediately calls you after seeing a huge cockroach in the kitchen!!

“Kusuo, are you okay?!” you responded the call immediately, after seeing his alarming texts

“There’s a cock roach in the kitchen.”

“…”

not to mention you giggling in the background.

KUSUO SAIKI, who brings you to cafe dates, blessing you with his adorable face after taking a bite of coffee jelly! oh your cake is getting cold? no worries, you’ll bring home and heat it up later. for now let’s just have some very casual eye contact.

KUSUO SAIKI, who’s mother absolutely adores you, ohh her ku is growing up so fast!! she always invite you for dinner. if you decline she always makes sure you go home with a pot of food. sigh.. kusuo thinks he’s getting a headache already.

KUSUO SAIKI, who likes getting held when he’s overwhelmed. sometimes, the voices get too much for him and he just wants some love and care from his partner, maybe he’s going to rest his eyes for a little bit..

KUSUO SAIKI, who does not allow you two to go to bed angry. at first, if your angry, he’s approaches you slowly, as if your going to bite him anytime. he hugs you from behind, and rest his head on your neck, he’s giving you a choice to push him away or let him stay. eventually, you push the angry away, have a big ol’ smooch then cuddle on the couch, or on his bed.

however if it’s him who’s angry, ohhoho your in for a ride 💀. theres literally four levels of grief you have to get through.. 😭

KUSUO SAIKI, who would hit you with a basketball if he could, but he wouldn’t for two reasons. ☝️: he can’t control his powers, ✌️: he loves you, he wouldn’t say it but he definitely shows it. even if it means wanting to punch a wall after having an argument with you, it’s okay because he loves you 😊