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bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.
bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.
bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”
bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.
bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.
you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.
“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”
the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.
the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.
“i, uhh...”
“what, is she an idol or something?”
oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?
your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?
you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.
kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”
you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”
“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.
but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.
you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!
you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”
on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!
kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”
“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”
just currently binging a bunch of blurbs/drabbles (i believe theyre called?) and im addicted — ʚɞ
“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.
it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.
“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.
“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”
you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.
you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.
like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.
“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”
kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”
or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.
“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”
your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.
yeah, you totally did that.
or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.
“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.
“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”
tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”
you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.
“...huh?”
“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.
“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”
“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”
BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”
@kokokoula this one’s for u <3
gn this makes me giggle every time i see it
"Love, Shigaraki ఌ"
ima start ending all my posts with this shit
BNHA CHARACTERS X GN! READER; - how they would act with a foreign s/o headcanons﹗
﹗warnings: none, pure fluff! :D
a/n: not proof read! Sorry if it's a little repetitive! Requests are open if you want pt 2 with other characters or fandoms :D
includes: Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari
Katsuki Bakugou:
definitely learns how to cook typical foods from your country
calls you dumbass if you mess up a sentence in japanese
likes to correct your pronunciation and grammar
if you typically eat a lot of spicy foods in your country, you two will challenge each other on who eats the most spice
he likes when you speak in your language
he told you he wanted to learn your language with the excuse that it would make him a better hero
but he wants to learn it because he is just nosy
specially after hearing you saying his name during a call with your family, and not understanding what you told them about him
you told him that if he wanted to know, he would have to learn your language
he obviously takes that as a challenge and learns a lot very quickly (and he's unsurprisingly good too)
Shoto Todoroki:
would be eager to help you learn japanese
he would surprise you by learning your language too
asks you to cook your favorite typical meals for him to try
if you were feeling homesick, he would search online and buy you a bunch of your country’s typical candy
gets embarassed when you catch him listening to podcasts to learn your language
he's like super proud of having a foreign s/o
he will bring the fact that you're from another country every chance he gets
when he brings you to meet his family, he's mortified when his father asks something stupid/stereotypical about your country
when you started dating, one of the first things he asked you was the cultural differences when dating in your country
just to make sure you were on the same page, and also to take into account important gestures that would be meaningful for you
Sero Hanta:
he would compliment you and use pet names in your language
he watched a tik tok of “trying typical candy from my s/o’s country!” and immediately asked you to do it
starts to listen to music in your language!
often asks you to teach him some phrases in your language, but gets frustrated when he just can’t get a grasp on the pronunciation
duolingo is secretly his best friend
admires you for knowing more than one language
would buy anything related to your country and gift it to you,
he sees a postcard at the store with a photo from your country? he buys it; he sees a fridge magnet from your contry? he gets it; he sees a turism magazine with 'top 10 places to visit this year' and your country's name on it, he's already checking out with it
he just wants to make you feel at home with him too
constantly checks on you to make sure you're not homesick
Denki Kaminari:
asks you A LOT about your country, specially the differences between where you are from and where you live now
he’s like a kid, always grabbing random stuff and asking “how do call… in your country?”
begs you to teach him how to curse in you language
probably tries to learn how to dance to music from your country
when you facetime your family he likes to greet them with the three words you have taught him
celebrates your important national festivities with you
he starts to follow and watch entertainment content in your language, claiming he starts to understand it (he does not)
everytime you cook something from your country, he asks you to make some for him too
claims that your voice and personality change when you speak in your language
THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING MOOT :pray:
i beg pls do a shoto x reader smau just like cutesie things and theyre already dating i need it for my daily serotonin intake ^^ like where he just does the most boyfriend things without noticing...
w2e, the marias, beabadoobee, laufey typa romance i beg 🙏
everything he does | s. todoroki
in which loving you comes naturally to him—even if he rarely says it out loud
i love when ppl write Hawks to be a little bit morally corrupt. like cmon, this man CANONICALLY has a restaurant that he takes ppl to when he wants information out of them. He's gonna lie... maybe even a lot.
𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈
t. shoto x reader
. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 444 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: N/A . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would fix your uniform in case anything was out of place, even the tiniest thing, and allowed his touch to remain a second longer.
cheeky! shoto todoroki whose voice would drop an octave lower and lean in close to your ear to whisper something to you, even when not needed, just to see you shudder and he’d have a ghost of a smirk on his face.
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would casually throw a random compliment at you so he could see your flustered expression. “you look pretty today,” he said in a monotone voice. it was out of the blue . you blinked at him and felt your face heating up. he looked you up and down, almost as if feeling satisfied with himself, before going on about his day.
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sit beside you, close enough that his thigh is pressed right against yours. close enough that he could not so subtly brush his arm against yours. close enough that when he turned his head to look at you, he could see every single feature of yours. his eyes would stay glued on your face until you turned to look at him too, only for him to look away once you do.
cheeky! shoto todoroki whose hand would come up to wipe off any crumb on the corner of your mouth after you ate something. his thumb thoughtlessly lingered on your bottom lip before he pulled away to act as if nothing happened.
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sulk if you were to say no to something he wanted you to say yes to. “stop pouting,” you said while he averted his gaze.
“i’m not pouting,” he quietly huffed. you sighed before you gave in, “if i say yes will you stop moping?”
“yes.”
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would pretend as if he’d done none of these things only to then subtly tease you about your reactions. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he bluntly stated. your eye twitched, you were visibly exasperated. “uhm, yeah you do. you know when you- er..” you trailed off as you tried to put your words together.
“when i what?” he asked with a tilt to his head.
“you know!”
“i really don’t,” he said while he took a step closer to you. he stared at you, watching you fumble your explanation.
you waved a hand in dismissal, “nevermind.” the tiniest of a smug smile curved on his lips, a suspicious little glint in his gaze and he hummed.
“did it make you nervous?”
“so you did know!” you shouted, and all he responded with was a light chuckle.
they just feel like completely different people to me
i can slutshame dabi and hold touya with loving hands
⋆˚࿔ capes and crayons
turns out the mha boys make pretty good fathers.
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: f!reader, established relationship, fluff, pet names, kids LOL
authors note: i missed writing these
word count: around 450-570 for each
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
“i love you.” your husband whispered, placing a kiss on your neck. it was nothing sexual, rather something similar to a relevant secret shared through the wind’s breeze.
you giggled, hands combing through his hair as his breath ghosted over your skin. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to wake up this way. your husband lips on your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a way that recharged you more than eight hours of sleep could.
“can’t we just stay like this all day?” he muttered. his grip on your hips tightened as he leaned closer to your body. you could feel the smile on his lips against the crook of your neck.
you ruffled his rose dyed hair and sighed, “eiji, baby, you know we can’t. the gir—”
and like most mornings, your moment of bliss was cut short. “MOMMY! DADDY!” a shrieking voice exclaimed from the near distance.
eijiro peaked up at you and you shot him a knowing look back.
before either of you had time to move your bedroom door creaked open and in came mei and hana; your four and seven year old daughters.
“DADDY!” mei, the younger of the two, ran up to the edge your queen bed, hands splayed over your covers as she attempted to lift herself up.
eijiro peeked himself from you and sat up. he immediately picked her up, large hands on either side of her torso as he lifted her high. “good morning my beautiful girls!” mei giggled as eijiro brought her close, drowning her face in affectionate kisses.
hana followed close behind her, arms crossed as she found a spot on your side of the bed. “were you guys kissing?” she asked, face displaying a not-so-pleasant expression.
your eyes widened momentarily before you hooked your arm around hana’s and pulled her close. “what? of course not.” you laid a firm, cradling hand on the back of her head and tilted her head down, placed a sweet kiss on the crown of her head. “how’d you two sleep?” you redirected the conversation, giving your husband a playful sideway glance before bringing your focus back to the young girls.
“awesome!” mei’s hands shot up as she excitedly bounced in eijiro’s lap. you always wondered how that girl always had so much energy in the morning. “in my dream, daddy let us have ice cream before school!”
a breath escaped your nose as you tilted your head, “really?” you asked.
you could already imagine the conversation the two girls had before entering your room: hana coaxing mei into asking for ice cream for breakfast, telling her to bat her eyelashes and give dad that sweet smile that she knew he always folded to.
“yup!” mei chirped innocently.
you held back a laugh and putting on a serious ‘mommy face’, your brows furrowed, ready to tell the girls that ice cream wasn’t something you eat for breakfast. but when you glanced over at eijiro, you only found a grin that mirrored mei’s.
“mommy, can we really have ice cream for breakfast?” hana asked, hand clutching onto your wrist as she also attempted to bat her eyelashes at you.
“yeah, can we?” eijiro joined in, smiling face undeniably charming under the sun's morning glow.
you sighed, shaking your head. but there was a smile creeping up on your lips. “alright. what flavor do we want?”
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
“guys! we’re going to be late!” you shouted.
it was a beautiful sunny day in musutafu, which wasn’t rare alone. what was rare was the fact that you and denki are both off of work. and it being a weekend meant the kids had no school. so, beautiful day plus no work and no school equals family outing!
but you wouldn’t be able to have a fun family outing if you couldn’t even leave the house on time.
with your youngest son— kenji, who recently turned two years old —hoisted up on your hip, you walked over to your six year old twin daughters’, emi and mio, bedroom.
the door was slightly open. you could hear soft giggles coming from one of the girls and the quiet murmur of your husband's voice.
quietly, you pushed the door open. you are met with the familiar shine of your daughters’ sunflower painted bedroom walls— which was nearly blinding on a sunny day like this. there were a couple of articles of clothing scattered across the light brown wooden floor.
denki was politely sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed over each other and his back facing you.
“i think kenji was wearing a blue shirt like this!” denki held up a light blue shirt to mio’s chest. it had a flying dolphin printed on the front and ruffles along it’s perimeter.
mio grinned, hovering her hands over the shirt as her eyes glistened in admiration. “i like it.” her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
emi on the other hand was bouncing on her bed without a single care for the dolphin decorated shirt. she hopped off her mattress and approached denki, “but mommy is wearing a pink shirt! i wanna wear a pink shirt too!” her face scrunched up, as well as her hands, as she stomped her foot.
mio glanced at her sister with a judging look and denki just laughed. he took both emi’s hands, unraveling her fist and squeezing her palms. “you can’t match with mommy because i’m matching with her.” i pointed at his light pink shirt unapologetically, “see?”
emi’s eyes grew wide and— “BU— BUT WHY CAN’T I MATCH WITH HER TOO?!” she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to spill out.
“denki!” you stepped into the room and your husband immediately whipped his head around, guilt written all over his face. he jolted up as you walked past him and to emi. you crouched down to her level, and using the hand that wasn’t holding up kenji, you wiped the single tear that had fallen down her cheek. “hey, hey,” you shushed. “you can wear pink to match with me, okay? don’t listen to daddy.”
emi’s expression was quick to change, “yay! i’m matching with mommy! i’m matching with mommy!” she cheered and ran to the dresser, already looking for a shirt to replace the one denki had previously picked out for her.
you smiled and turned to pat mios head, silently thanking her for behaving, before standing back up to face your husband.
you adjusted kenji on your hip and brought your eyes up to denki’s golden ones. “really?” you prodded.
“what?” denki smirked, slipping a sly hand on your hip as he leaned close to your ear. “you’re still mine, right?”
you scoffed as he placed a kiss on the outer shell of your ear.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
you pretended to not hear the soft click that came from the front door of your house as you silently finished drying off the dishes. maybe if you stayed quiet enough he wouldn’t notice; he wouldn’t pester you about it.
but you knew better.
“babe? where are you?” hanta called out. you listen as you hear the telling sounds of him taking off his boots, then his jacket, and finally putting his duffel bag down.
you remain still and silent.
“y/n? baby?” he calls again. after a second he finds his way into the dimly lit kitchen where you were standing. immediately, his voice drops from the sweet tone it was previously dripped into something more serious. “y/n.” he deadpans.
your body stiffens as you hear him step toward you. “i can explain…” you bite your lip as hanta comes up behind you, head falling onto your shoulder.
he hands climb up to your stomach, caressing the eight month old bump that laid heavily attached to your body. “explain why my very pregnant wife is doing the dishes when i specifically told her i’d take care of it?” his tone is low. he isn’t mad but it was clear he wasn’t joking either. “come on sweetheart. doctor says you shouldn’t be doing this stuff. that’s what your husband is for.” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your neck. hanta was unable to hide his affection for you, even when he was ’upset’.
you titled your head back in his direction, accepting his warmth. “but hanta, i can’t just sit here and do nothing.” you whined, “it’ll kill me.”
it was true. laying in bed all day made you feel uncomfortable and stiff; your legs aching, and your back hurting.
the only thing that could keep your mind off the pulsing pain was work. but of course hanta didn’t agree with that.
“you’re killing me.” hanta whined back. he lifted his head, placing a kiss on the back of your head before saying, “come on, let’s get you two to bed.” he caressed your belly once more and you sighed.
“fine.”
“don’t get all moody with me.” he teased and gave you another kiss, this one being sloppier and on your cheek. “want a foot rub ma?” he asked.
“god, yes. please.” you falter.
“come on then.” he takes you by the shoulders and guides you towards your shared bedroom.
when he flicks on the lights, rina— your four year old daughter —groaned softly. after a second she flipped over and sighed, seemingly falling back asleep.
“she’s been out since ten.” you whispered.
“yeah?” hanta nods as he seats you down on the bed. he moves to your closet to change into his pajamas.
you push the loose strands of hair laid on rina’s forehead back. her hair has been in dutch braids for two days, hanta having done it during a family movie night after endless pleading. and because she had asked politely and ate all her vegetables, hanta complied. (but your sure if she didn’t do either of those things hanta would still do it)
hanta appeared at the foot of the bed, tapping your foot. you position your legs on top of his lap and he lets out a content sigh as his hands move to message your feet with slow and intricate motions that were so full of love. “she’s so well behaved. we got lucky.” he says quietly.
“or maybe she got it from me?”
hanta lifts your leg up to kiss your ankle. “yeah, probably.” he smiles. “but this one?” his eyes fall on your bump and it’s as if his eyes are reflecting a sparkling night sky. “he’s gonna take after his daddy.”
you laugh at your husband's reference to himself as ‘daddy’ and let your head fall back onto the pillow as he pressed small circles into the soles of your feet, feeling the most comfortable you have all day.
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
“hey babe, did you buy food for kumo?” you yelled from behind the kitchen counter. you bend down, searching through the grocery bags that were spread throughout the kitchen floor.
hitoshi emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his wet lavender hair. “‘course i did. what kind of father would i be if i didn’t?” he titled his head as he rubbed focused on one side of his head.
“the same father you were last week.” you said through gritted teeth, rolled your eyes as you stood up.
he scoffed. “can’t find it?”
you shook your head.
hitoshi dropped his towel onto his shoulder and walked into the kitchen. he crouched down, skimming through the bags like you had been moments earlier.
he searched through one bag, then moved to another, then another. you watched with your hands on your hips, an amused expression painted on your face.
then hitoshi coughed, “hey— uh, y/n?” he hands slowed down, but didn’t stop.
“yeah?” your brows furrowed at his unsure tone. “what? don’t tell me you forgot it.” you squatted down besides him to look again. but before you could touch the bag hitoshi spoke again.
“no, no. it’s not that. i know i bought it.” he shook his head. “it’s.. something else.”
you were more confused now. “what is it?”
hitoshi sucked in a breath through his nose and looked at you. “can we.. have another one?”
your mouth immediately fell open. “what?“
“look. i know we said we’d only have one, but kumo is lonely. did you know that? she practically cried every night for company.”
“babe that’s— i…” being too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence, you close your mouth and think.
“please?”
it wasn’t normal for hitoshi to get like this, all pleading and desperate.
“toshi… can we really handle that right now?” you said cautiously. you didn’t want to get his hopes up, but seeing the way he was so persistent and seemed to mostly want this for kumo’s benefit, you couldn’t shut the idea down just yet.
“why not?” his brows raised in reason. there was a glint of something in his eye, something that showed that he knew he’d already won.
but before you could confirm your decision, kumo crawled into the kitchen. she stopped at the bags near the archways threshold, sniffling them before skipping to the bags near the oven. she smelt the bag, then pawed at it. the bag folded under the weight and out rolled a can of cat tuna. a low purr rumbled from kumo’s throat.
“kumo, you’re a genius.” hitoshi shuffled towards the oven and opened the can of tuna, letting kumo eat straight from it as he pet her. “great older sibling material.” he pointed out, glancing towards you briefly as he continued to pet her spotted head. “kumo! you're getting a little sibling!” he crooned, taking both his hands to run her hands over her ears and then scratch her chin.
you swore there him and his cat antics would be the death of you.
normal au bc why not!
grocery store employee!shouto who spots you looking lost in aisle 12 and lingers by the end,,, just in case you needed any help. and to his delight, you did!
he sees the way the pout forms on your lips asking if they had a missing ingredient you needed in stock and before he can even process what he’s saying, he’s lying to you. he’s leading you across the store, saying he thinks they might’ve changed locations.. let’s go check.
so you make small talk as you follow closely behind him; and when you arrive at the aisle he led you to, his lack of embarrassment suggests that maybe he really did think that was the correct spot (even if you were standing around pre-packaged bakery items when you were looking for tomato paste).
but when he apologizes and takes you to another aisle, you start to catch on that he probably is prolonging his time spent helping you.
from the way he didn’t seem to truly be looking for the right aisle to him seeming genuinely invested in your mindless answers to his small talk, you smile at his antics. and to save you from wandering around another 5 aisles you speak up.
“ah, how about i give you my number and you can just call me when it comes back in stock,” you suggest, noting the way the corners of his lips turn up in favor of his victory. you catch the name printed on his name tag.. shouto. he’s cute
shyly nodding, he goes to pull out his phone when he accidentally takes out the scanner that could’ve told you exactly where your tomato paste was in the first place. he awkwardly chuckles, hoping you didn’t notice. (you did)
it doesn’t bother him too much because you’re giggling and taking his actual phone to add your contact information, so who really won.
the urge to gently wash Tomura’s hair and brush it for him
── .✦
HELL YEAHHHH !!! on my period rn so this cured my mood by an immeasurable amount like the amount of serotonin that was injected into my veins???
You should do mha boys reacting to you on your period and having really bad cramps...
- 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥!
✿ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪
˚.🎀༘⋆ radio romance h. shinso
i've been thinking about shinso working at a radio store and visiting him at work a lot lately so i wrote a lil drabble about it
the purple-haired boy perked up at the dinging of the door, announcing a customer's arrival. as he looked up, a grin graced his face upon his eyes landing on the love of his life.
he chuckled to himself as you began to browse through the records, pretending like you weren't there to greet your boyfriend.
"can i help you?" he asked, walking up to you and leaning against a nearby crate containing music.
"looking for something to impress a cute boy," you replied with a soft grin, still pretending not to know him.
"oh, yeah? what's he like?" he inquired, playing into your game.
"y'know, purple hair, quiet, kinda grunge vibes, works at a radio store, that kinda stuff," you describe your boyfriend, continuing to browse through the records.
"hm. he sounds familiar," shinso comments, trying to see how far you'd go with this bit.
"yeah? maybe you know him. maybe he works with you," you playfully suggest, finally going to look at him.
"yeah, maybe," he laughs softly before gently pressing his lips to yours.
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the interactions omg 🥹🥹
and the way shoto just very casually drops his trauma like nothing into conversations is just so funny???
brother’s best friend | s. todoroki
⇨ the only thing standing between you and shoto is your brother—unfortunately for him, neither of you listen well.
