AAAAAAAAAAAAA

This was supposed to have been a normal, average check on the ship after passing through a minor asteroid field. You hadn't anticipated your foot becoming entangled in the tether, nor a stray meteorite knocking you clean off the hull and causing you to get yanked back by your leg. Nothing is broken, you think, but it burns like hell. You've certainly torn something. If it weren't for the whole no-gravity-in-space thing, you probably wouldn't be standing.

The asteroid field had knocked out the surveillance systems, so you were on your own until you got back inside the Hail Mary. Neither Grace nor Rocky knew what was wrong with you, and apparently the meteorite that knocked you off the ship damaged your comms, too.

"Y/N," Rocky's translated, computerized voice trickled through the radio roughly in a series of broken bits of speech. "Un... See... What..."

It was loud, and too much. Every step was like fire. Maybe you were close to some cameras by now.

Your vision blurred as the pain worsened. Okay, maybe you did break something. Hopefully not, but sharp, hot tears came suddenly as the adrenaline finally wore off and your body began to tremble uncontrollably from the pain. The tether was still wrapped around your leg, but you couldn't think straight to remove it. Logically, you knew you had to, but your head was still spinning from how quickly you'd been snapped back toward the ship.

Movement caught your eye, and you braced for another meteorite. Immediately, you relaxed. Grace.

He'd hurriedly put on his EVA suit to come get you, glasses askew inside the helmet. The second you saw him, his face dropped. You couldn't hear him as he tried to speak, but he was talking fast, brow furrowed. It might be a bit useless, but you gestured helplessly to your wounded leg. The utter silence besides your breathing was starting to freak you out.

Grace went into action like a sleeper agent, rushing over like he was a trained astronaut and cutting the tether free from you. The relief was only brief-- the pain came back full force and you cried out, glad he couldn't hear it. You couldn't focus on much of anything now; Grace clipped you to him and began helping you back to the airlock.

Once the door was sealed, you saw the stars begin to move outside as Rocky put the ship in centrifugal mode, probably using one of the handy probes you'd made him for just such a purpose.

Gravity, however, was the last thing you needed right now.

There was a sudden rush of noise and chaos as you both fell to the floor; Grace might have done a little better if he didn't have your full weight in the suit, but also if you wouldn't have started screaming.

You couldn't help it. You tried not to, tried to force yourself to stop, but the excruciating damage had left your leg utterly limp and filled with an intense pain the likes of which you'd never felt. Grace yanked off your helmet. "Y/N, I need you to tell me where it hurts. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." He was trying to be strong, but his voice was shaking.

Gasping for breath and coherency, you managed to put together a string of words behind clenched teeth. "Meteorite knocked me off the ship. Leg got tangled in tether. I think it's broken."

Grace braced you with one arm behind your back. "This is gonna hurt, I'm sorry!" He swept an arm under your knees and lifted you, suit and all, carrying you to Armando as fast as he could. Rocky rolled along behind him, wise to stay out of the way.

"What happening, question?!" His voice broke, clearly terrified. "Why Y/N screaming, question?!"

"She might have a broken leg, bud," Grace explained quickly as he laid you down on the table. Several robotic arms reached out of the ceiling for you, eager to help as Grace stepped back.

Wildly, you snatched his hand. You two had always had clear, unbroken boundaries. Physical contact was limited and you stayed civil, but your jobs were to put the mission first and... whatever was between you both second. You weren't trying to be the next Adam and Eve, but feelings had begun to sprout regardless. You both tried to keep it professional. At least until this was all over, and distractions weren't going to matter anymore.

Now, though, you didn't care. "Please stay with me," You begged, feeling the tears run towards your ears as Armando placed a mask on you. A gentle gas began filtering through the tubing system to your lungs. "Don't leave me, Grace."

Grace hesitated, eyes wide, then reached behind him and snatched a chair. He swung it closer and sat down, clenching your hand tightly in both of his. "I'm not going anywhere. Promise."

You woke up three days later.

Or, it was around three days. Armando said you slept for 68.5 hours and it repaired a badly fractured leg, and that you'd be fine in 6 to 8 weeks. Light activity preferred. You were gonna be on some heavy painkillers. In no uncertain terms were you to even leave the bed without assistance, since the cast wasn't as sturdy as it would have been on Earth.

Inwardly, you wondered what this would do for the mission. You couldn't spacewalk, floating around would be a pain, or even getting to the control room in general. It was a tight fit on a normal day. With a cast it would probably be impossible. God, and Grace would have to help you. What you could do by yourself right now was limited. Just when you'd both decided that you didn't need any unnecessary proximity so you could get the mission taken care of without any distractions. What would this do to the ship? Would you have to remain in 1g? Or would 0g work, too? Would you still be pressing on to Tau Ceti E?

You tried to reach up and pull off the mask, but your limbs were still tingly and uncoordinated. You smacked yourself in the face by accident, clawing for the straps. Only oxygen was coming through the tubing, and you needed it off.

A small gasp came from your right. "Amaze! Y/N awake! Bad bad bad hurt. Better now! Grace not leave for long time. Rocky force Grace to change clothes. Grace!" You heard (and felt) the rumble of his xenonite ball as he careened for the entrance to the medbay, but you could only focus on getting the damn mask off your face. You were struggling with the strap, trying to get it off and vaguely aware of Rocky urging Grace to come quickly.

You were starting to panic. Your breath came in short, sharp bursts. All you could hear was your own labored breathing as the images of struggling for the airlock alone flashed through your head, your leg throbbing in pain as you remembered being violently yanked back towards the ship--

Grace. Gentle but fast, he slipped the mask off your face and pulled the tube from your throat, making you gag-- when had Armando put that in? As you coughed and spluttered on the bed, Grace was trying to talk to you. "Rock, just stay still for a second, okay? Y/N-- Hey-- it's okay, it's okay..." You heaved horribly as you struggled to come back to life, curling up on the cot. You felt an IV still in the crook of your left arm and shuddered at the sensation of icy fluids being pumped into your veins. Every breath was shaky.

Then you felt his hands on you. One squeezed your arm as he leaned over you to try and see your face, the other rubbed soothing circles in your back. You'd never been so glad for physical touch. "Breathe. Just breathe. You're safe now, Rocky's here; we've got you."

He sat with you until you were able to function a bit easier, although it came slowly. You're not sure how long you were disoriented. You peered at Grace over your shoulder, slowly flopping onto your back. He looked a mess, blond hair sticking in every direction and glasses ever-so-slightly askew. It bothered you. It always bothered you that his glasses were crooked. You always tried to remind him that farsighted and sloppy were two totally separate things.

Without thinking, you reached up and straightened his glasses with a frown. To your utter surprise, his hand found your elbow and traveled up to hold your wrist, keeping you close to him. You flushed, his deep blue eyes not breaking contact with yours. "Uh..." You croaked helplessly, "The morphine made me do it."

Grace smiled, something a bit lopsided but relieved as he chuckled quietly, almost to himself. He blinked rapidly as his eyes glistened. "I couldn't see you on the cameras," He managed softly, voice cracking. "I lost sight of you. Then Rocky saw it." He swallowed hard, caressing your hand still near his face with his thumb. "The meteorite. I tried to warn you. The radio wasn't working. He said it hit you, but after that we still couldn't get through. I went to get in the suit but I wasn't fast enough. Your leg..."

"Mangled," Rocky added sullenly, "Rocky had to learn new word. Leg bent in all ways."

Grace still hadn't broken eye contact with you. "Yeah. That. I'm..." You watched, stunned, as tears started streaming down his face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I sent you out there by yourself, and that I wasn't quicker coming to get you."

"Grace," You choked, "It wasn't your fault. It could've happened to any of us. I was just unlucky enough for it to happen to me." You let your hand relax in his grip, letting your knuckles brush against his temple. "...Now you've gotta take care of me, I guess. I'm sorry I didn't see the--"

"Is no one fault. No apology." Rocky sounded irritated. "We take care of Y/N. Y/N can only walk in 0 gravity. Grace must slow mission down."

Rocky-- thankfully-- was entirely unaware of what was happening between you and Grace. You two had had moments before Rocky had ever come aboard, moments where longing stares left the two of you in awkward silence and the brush of his hand against yours felt like it lasted forever. It led to a couple of awkward but factual conversations about what it meant that you two were having these emotions in close quarters, that you'd eventually die together and that the mission came first-- which required utmost focus. Nothing could happen before then.

That seemed to completely shatter now.

Careful of your IV, Grace cautiously pulled you up into the sitting position and wrapped his arms tightly around you in a warm hug, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. You didn't hesitate to throw your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his body and getting as close as humanly possible.

Now Rocky noticed.

His five feet started excitedly tapping. "Oh oh oh! Hug! Good good good! Hugging not done alone!" A bit more quietly, he added, "...Can Rocky get hug too, question?"

Grace laughed into your shoulder as he pulled back to look at him. "Yes, Rock. You get one too." He held you close still, taking a deep breath and avoiding your gaze by staring at the fabric of the blanket. "Can I be totally honest about something?"

"What?" Your stomach twisted nervously. You weren't sure why.

He forced himself to look at you. "I don't want to wait for the mission to be over. I almost lost you today. If something goes wrong on this mission--"

"Oh thank God," You let yourself fall limp against his chest, surprising him. He let out a soft "Oh" as you chuckled. "It's been pulling me apart to wait. So can we go on a date now? Like with tube-spaghetti and fake moonlit water habitats and everything?"

He chuckled, rubbing your back. "Yes, and yes. I'll wear my best jumpsuit."

"What is date, question?"

You looked over at your rock-faced friend and gestured vaguely at the arm with his marriage signet. "Did you and Adrian have a courtship faze?"

"Yes," Rocky hummed thoughtfully, "Many days. Sing very long. Try to impress--" He went absolutely straight as he realized what you meant. "Amaze! Excite! Grace will impress you will tube-spaghetti!" He started doing jazz hands, dancing in place a little. "Excite excite excite! Finally!"

"What do you mean, 'finally'?" Grace challenged, taken aback.

Rocky ignored him. "Rocky want hug now. Y/N need rest, need sleep for big date."

Grace still hadn't let go of you. "I have an idea, but don't crush us, okay?"

"Rocky understand."

"What's your idea?" You challenged. Grace grinned smugly at you as he reached under the cot and pressed a button. Slowly, the cot began to sink to the floor. There was a mattress under you, thankfully, albeit a thin one. Grace held up a finger for you to wait as he stood and walked away, inadvertently freezing both you and Rocky.

You glanced sideways at your alien friend and opened an arm toward him. "C'mere, bud." Excitedly, Rocky rolled over. You felt the heat of his body through the xenonite. It was comforting.

When Grace returned, he had his own mattress and tons of blankets, all of which he piled together before gently moving you aside and adding yours to the pile. Carefully, he scooped you up afterward and sat you on the makeshift bed, which was extremely comfortable. "Here. Now Rocky can sit with you and keep you warm. You can watch her sleep, right?"

"Yes," Rocky answered, curling up in his ball as close as he could get without burning you.

You hummed gratefully, patting his ball. "Like my own personal radiator. What about you, Grace?"

"I'm going to let you sleep," He answered, confused. Clueless, more like.

You heaved a deep breath, pressing your palm harder against Rocky's ball for good luck. "Can you stay? Just for tonight?"

Grace hesitated a moment longer before making his way over, to the delight of Rocky, who began trilling excitedly. He set his glasses to the side, out of the way of Rocky's path, and slipped under the covers beside you a bit awkwardly. His cheeks were flushed as he refused to look at you. "Okay, yeah. I guess I need sleep t--" He froze as you scooted closer, pressing your body flush against his the best you could with your injured leg. Instinct seemed to take over; he slid one arm under your head, and the other around your torso.

Now, you were both fully snuggling close together, boundaries be damned. Beside you, Rocky kept the both of you very warm and cozy as the ship dimmed its lights. You dozed off as Grace played with your hair drowsily. In your half-asleep, medicated state, you smiled warmly.

...Maybe this ship isn't half bad.

➥ tomioka giyuu:

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, there was serious talk about either shoving Giyuu into the trunk or tying him to the roof.

- Not wanting that to happen, you were actually the one to suggest you lap it with the water pillar, to everyone’s disgust, confusion and dismay.

- Giyuu may show to be emotionless, but he was clearly caught off guard and a bit flustered in his own way.

- But he would have no issues about this seating arrangement, so he just nodded stiffly.

- This would only make everyone even more pissed at him, but hey karma’s a bitch HAHA

- You two would end up in the very back, stuck between Shinobu and Kyojurou. Those were the only two who didn’t truly mind sitting next to Giyuu, so that was that.

- This poor man,, would be so lost.

- At first, Giyuu would be very stiff. His hands would be locked into tight fists at the sides of his legs as he tried to casually look out the window.

- If you focused hard enough, you would be able to tell that he was slowing his breathing immensely so you wouldn’t be able to feel the rise and fall on his chest.

- It would take a lot of gentle reassurance and encouragement on your end, but eventually you’d be able to ease his arms around your stomach so his hands would be resting in your lap.

- STILL WOULD BE AS STIFF AS A ROCK, now maybe even sweating a little bit. He would’ve never been in this situation before, so he would be inwardly terrified of making the wrong move and making you uncomfortable around him.

- Once he did feel comfortable and knew you were too, he’d slowly wrap his arms around your middle fully and have it so your back would lean against his chest.

- You had no issue with this, and would lean your head onto his shoulder so you were practically nosing his neck.

- You would eventually fall asleep in this position, your hands would gently be gripping onto his arms as you’d snuggle into the crook of his neck.

- Giyuu would absolutely shudder at the way your breath tickled his neck, trying not to squirm. It was cute, actually - if you were awake to see.

- Too bad you’re not :(

- It would be now nighttime and the two other pillars seated next to you both would be asleep, which would leave Giyuu a bit braver in his actions.

- Go for it, Tomioka!

- He’d take the time to observe your sleeping form that was resting on him, the street lamps providing enough light as they passed to see how peaceful you looked.

- Giyuu wouldn’t be able to stop the small smile forming at how relaxed you looked. It wasn’t often they got to have a peaceful moment with the chaotic group + the demons they had to slay, so seeing you look so at peace made his chest warm up a little.

- He would probably run his fingers up and down your arm if you were to stir from the bumps on the road.

- In the end he would probably also end up falling asleep, the pattern of the rise and fall of your tummy making him doze off.

- Giyuu would fall asleep with his cheek placed on your shoulder, hugging you a bit more securely to him so you wouldn’t fall off as you both slept.

tashio secret: don’t ask so bluntly, but according to shinobu, she saw giyuu kiss your forehead before he himself feel asleep. she felt pity for you, but what you didn’t know won’t kill you.

➥ uzui tengen:

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, Tengen would waste no time in calling dibs on you to lap it with him.

- Literally would not spare a second and would pick you up under his arm like you were another bag or luggage and haul you into the van.

- You were his for the ride, no argument there.

- Even though Tengen is made out of pure 101% muscle, he would be oddly comfortable. Maybe it’s because he was still in his element with you sitting with him; completely relaxed.

- He would immediately have a large arm wrapped around your middle, the other he would use to gesture out the window or talk with his hand.

- Yes he absolutely did call a window seat, it would’ve been very un-flamboyant if he was stuck in the middle; especially because of his size.

- Out of all the pillars, Tengen would probably be the most teasing about you sitting in his lap, making the experience borderline embarrassing for you.

- But he of course would never take it too far, not wanting you awkward or uncomfortable. He would just throw in small, playful comments to make you blush.

- “If we don’t have enough room at the meeting either you can always find me.”

- Tengen would find it really cute how you tried to hide your face from him and look out the window, but he definitely saw and was living for it.

- “What a flamboyant shade of red!”

- He would be the type to plug in his headphones and blare music into his ears so he didn’t have to listen to anyone’s complaining. So seeing how you were starting to get restless sitting for so long, he would give you one of his earbuds so you both could jam to some tunes on the way.

- Uzui would have immaculate taste in music; he is the sound pillar after all.

- The combination of it being night, the movement of the car, and the music playing in your ear would probably pull you into a nice sleep.

- You’d have your arms crossed where the car door meets the window, your cheek resting on top of your arms. Well, at first.

- Tengen doesn’t sleep much as it is, so he was one of the last to be awake, besides the driver. So as everyone slept, he would rearrange you to be laying across his lap, your legs on one side while your back was leaning against the car door (technically his arm, since he was practically holding you in a sitting fireman carry).

- You seemed so much more comfortable that way, resting your cheek on his chest and unconsciously listening to his heart beat.

- Moments like these would make Tengen absolutely soft, rubbing small circles in your back and making sure you were securely held to him before he himself nodded off into a light sleep.

tashio secret: the driver who was awake at the time - which was mitsuri herself - caught witness of tengen pressing a small kiss to your hand and running his fingers through your hair as you squirmed uncomfortably from what he assumed to be a nightmare. being the love pillar, she couldn’t help but squeal at the caring/loving gesture and almost swerved off the road. she wasn’t allowed to drive after this.

➥ shinazugawa sanemi:

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, there was only one seat left. Everyone besides you and Sanemi were piled into the van, which left you two really no choice.

- Well, Sanemi would offer to personally tie Giyuu onto the roof, but Mitsuri refused to let it happen. So you two were only left with the option to lap it.

- It would be extremely uncomfortable for the both of you at first. Sanemi isn’t very sunshine easy-going rainbow bright, so you could’ve sworn he was going to strangle you within the first 15 minutes.

- Surprisingly enough though, he wouldn’t. He would actually chill out fairly soon, going from spikey chinchilla to “don’t get me wrong I still don’t like this but I can’t move so I’ll chill here, it’s comfy” chihuahua.

- Sanemi would let out his frustration in angry grunts and cursing at anyone who dared to look at him wrong, but not at you. With you he would be aloof (maybe even gentle) from the beginning.

- Hell, it wasn’t your fault you were stuck on his lap.

- Plus, who’s to say he didn’t like it?

- If we’re being honest, he’d.. not mind it. Well, more than he thought he would. Most of that first-reaction anger soon melted to embarrassment that he liked how warm and soft you were (which also came out as anger).

- Sanemi would most likely be silent after his little tantrum, but you wouldn’t miss how his hand casually rested over your own lap, his hand bawled into a light fist.

- If you tried to ask him about it, he’d just mumble “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” as he looked out the window, chin resting on his hand.

- Like Tengen, even though his man is all muscle, he’s surprisingly a very nice cushion.

- A bit through your journey, you would watching a series from your favorite show or videos in general to pass the time.

- You would notice Sanemi side-eyeing you from over your shoulder and ask him if he wanted to watch.

- At first he’d tsk at you and decline, looking back out the window while bouncing his leg slightly (you had to politely ask him to stop, for the bounce of the van was already enough movement for the day).

- It would only take five minutes for Sanemi to grab your other earbud and ask you grumpily to catch him up so he’d understand what was going on.

- You would be slowly dozing off watching videos, leaning more into Sanemi as he took charge of holding your phone on your lap so you both could watch.

- He’d say nothing as he felt you slowly leaning more against his chest and shoulder, adjusting himself (bringing a half-asleep you along) diagonal into the corner of the seat closest to the window (like hell he’s sitting in the middle) so you both could be comfortable.

- After that, it’s lights out for you. But not for your phone; no no, Sanemi is hooked now so your battery life be damned.

- He did bookmark the last episode/video you watched before falling asleep so you wouldn’t be lost; he isn’t heartless after all.

- Sanemi would also not be the first sleeper, but once he passes out, he’s out. There’s a common misconception about him always being awake due to his occupation since his eyes are so bloodshot. Truth is, this man sleeps like a baby, just stresses way too much and never blinks.

- By the time morning comes, you two would be very tangled in each other:

- You would have curled into a ball onto Sanemi’s lap, hands gripping lightly onto his shirt with one leg curled around one of his.

- Sanemi would have one arm over his eyes while the other would be holding you tightly to him, arm around your back and hand under your knee. His legs are sprawled out; easy access for yours to wrap around.

- Let’s pray he doesn’t wake up first.

tashio secret: tengen has a whole album on his camera roll dedicated to photos he can use as blackmail. let’s just say once he saw the position you two were in while sleeping, he may have snapped a couple shots and will be holding them above both of your heads in the near future. shinobu asked him to send them to her for the same reason.

➥ kanroji mitsuri:

cw || food + eating snacks

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, Mitsuri would happily offer for you to sit on her lap since she wasn’t allowed to drive anyways!

- She would seem slightly flustered, but her face screamed determination to take her shot before Tengen could beat her to it.

- You would agree, because of course you would, who would pass up on sitting on Mitsuri’s lap??

- You two would end up in a middle seat between Kyojurou and Obanai. If you were any less brave, you’d be cowering at the stare the serpent pillar was giving you.

- PLUSH THIGHS FOR DAYS

- Mitsuri would be by far the comfiest out of all the pillars, her whole being inside and out beings so soft.

- She’d be a bit flustered at first, the red wouldn’t quite leave her face for quite a bit; but that would not stop her from hugging you around your waist as soon as you two got settled.

- Because she was flustered, she would be a bit ramble-y when you first started your trip. It seemed to be how she calmed herself.

- She would talk about everything and anything; random facts, pointing out buildings, talking about her three cats, five bunnies, two birds, two dogs, and one axolotl. You would be able to recite the entirety of the first chapter of Twilight.

- If you entertained her rambles, she’d eventually relax and the rest of the ride would go rather smoothly. If you didn’t entertain her rambles, you’d be hanging out Obanai’s window.

- Mitsuri and Kyojurou would be in charge of the snacks, bringing two whole backpacks full of them, so you will be well fed.

- She would probably try to feed you some snacks yourself, having saw it in a cheesy romance movie. If you in-turn fed her some snacks back, she’d squeal and cover her cheeks to try to cool them down.

- She’s just so cute.

- I imagine you two would bring out an electronic and play some two player games, her chin resting on your shoulder as the both of you either worked together to win or to beat each other.

- Expect small kisses on either the back of your head or your check; she’s an affectionate person!

- Mitsuri would also be very clingy during the car ride, holding you close to her and practically cuddling you like her own personal teddy bear. Not that you would mind.

- She would definitely play with your hair; whether it be braiding or just twirling it between her fingers, she likes to feel the soft texture of it and finds it calming.

- In turn, Mitsuri would love if you played with her hair too. If you asked, she’d more than happily undo her braids so you could create your own hair-do’s. Even if you would just run your fingers through it, it would make her heart so happy.

- Expect a lot of cheek nuzzling if you were to do anything she deemed adorable. Which is a lot of things. A lot.

- When she would start to get sleepy, she would trace shapes on your arms with her finger, drawing hearts, circles and swirls alike. Mitsuri would giggle at how you’d relax into the touch, finding it relaxing.

- She would fall asleep first, nuzzled into the crook of your neck with her arms still squeezed around you. She’d slip her hand into yours and squeeze, falling asleep this way.

- Don’t let go, you’d make her sad :(

- You’d soon follow Mitsuri into dreamland, face nuzzled into her neck in return so you were both comfy cozy.

- Unfortunately, when she would wake up to see you (somewhat) cuddling her back, you’d be awoken at the sound of her squeals of delight.

tashio secret: obanai knows that mitsuri cannot sleep without a stuffed animal or a pillow to hug, so he was the only one who could tell that she was just a bit sleepy the whole car ride through since she was cuddling you. (she’s associated hugging soft things with sleep, so she was doomed from the start).

➥ rengoku kyojurou:

cw || food + eating snacks

- When the others noticed there would be no room for you to fit, Kyojurou would happily exclaim the idea that someone sit on someone’s lap. He saw it in a movie once after all!

- Lots of “not it”s and “nose goes” later, you and Kyojurou drew the short stick of the pile, so it seemed you’d be sitting in his lap.

- Not that you’d count it as the short stick of the pile, if anything you were lucky. Kyojurou didn’t seem to mind all that much either, even if it wasn’t planned.

- You two would be allowed a window seat, sat next to Mitsuri and Obanai.

- Once seated, Kyojurou would loudly ask if it was ok if he rested his arms around you. A respectful gentleman he is, but it was all the more embarrassing as you’d hear several chuckles from around the van.

- Like Mitsuri, he’d happily hug you around your waist, although it would be a much lighter hold. He doesn’t want to cross any boundaries! He’d only tighten his hold at moments where he would excitedly respond to you or the others, then immediately (loudly) apologize and loosen his hold.

- It would take a bit of reassurance that you didn’t mind his touch for him to become fully comfortable with his arms around you.

- This man would be so WARM; he’d be your personal heater for the trip. It would either be a blessing if you were driving in the winter, or a curse if it was summer. Either way, don’t expect to be cold for a moment.

- You both would play old-fashioned car games, such as: who can pull away their hands fast enough before the other can high-five them; eye-spy; red car blue car; Rock Paper Scissors; who can make sanemi blow a fuse first; word association.

- You know, the classics.

- There wouldn’t be a boring moment with Kyojurou, which you would be very grateful for.

- Kyojurou and Mitsuri would be in charge of the snacks, bringing two whole backpacks full of them, so you will be well fed.

- After every snack you finished, he’d ask if you wanted another. He just didn’t want you to go hungry!! Don’t be afraid to politely say you were full; he’d feel accomplished and happy that you were taken care of.

- Sometime in the car ride, you’d probably have his hands opened palm facing up in your lap so you could trace both scars and the lines on his hands. Both of you had no idea how this started, but neither of you minded either.

- Your hands would be so much smaller than his own; something you’d never noticed before.

- You’d ask about certain scars you didn’t recognize, and he’d tell the story behind it as you gently traced it. It was a sweet silent moment for the both of you.

- Kyojurou would do the same to your hands after, only finding it fair that he gets to map your palms and ask in return.

- Who knew palms could tickle?

- You would by far be the first to sleep; the combination of his warmth and the gentle hum of the car practically making you knock out.

- Kyojurou wouldn’t move you, but he’d let you adjust yourself so your head was leaning against his chest, your front facing the window.

- He’d curl his arms around your form and hold his own hands to keep them there, resting his own cheek on top your head.

- Your hair would tickle his nose a bit to the point to which he sneezed, stirring you slightly.

- He’d feel bad for waking you and run his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp slightly to lure you back into a nice sleep.

- Kyojurou would officially fall asleep with one hand on your hand, pressing you gently to his chest, and the other draped lightly over your body.

- Hope that you’ll wake up before he does, he makes for one loud alarm system.

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) 

Your Text:

"Toshi, HELP! I need you right now! It’s an emergency!"

His Reaction:

FULL PANIC MODE.

Instantly drops whatever he’s doing.

Heart is racing. Hands shaking as he fumbles with his phone.

"HOLD ON, MY DEAR! I’M COMING!!"

Transforms into his muscle form out of sheer adrenaline.

SPEEDS OVER LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO FIGHT A SUPERVILLAIN.

BURSTS INTO YOUR ROOM. "FEAR NOT, FOR I AM H—"

Sees you standing on your bed, pointing at the ceiling.

Sees the spider.

Slow blink.

Muscle form IMMEDIATELY deflates.

"Oh. Oh, I see."

Facepalms, sighing heavily. "My dear, you nearly gave me a heart attack…"

Still removes the spider for you, but you can see the exhaustion in his soul.

Picks it up with a tissue and lets it outside, mumbling about how he thought you were being attacked.

Sits down afterward because the stress literally took a year off his life.

"Please… next time… give me more context."

(Will still come running if you ever text him again, though. He can’t help it.)

Bonus: Now texts you things like, "Are you safe? Is this another spider? Do I need to call for backup?"

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Your Text:

"Aizawa, please come quick! It’s an emergency!"

His Reaction:

Was NAPPING.

Sees your text. Reads it twice. Immediate exhaustion.

Sits up, groaning. "Goddammit, I knew this would happen."

Grabs his capture scarf and heads over, rubbing his eyes.

Walks in looking half-awake but READY TO THROW HANDS.

"Alright, who’s the idiot messing with you?"

Sees you standing on your desk, looking terrified.

Sees the spider chilling on your wall.

Stops. Stares. Sighs.

"…Are you serious?"

You just nod, completely unashamed.

He drags a hand down his face, muttering under his breath about how he should’ve stayed asleep.

Casually flicks the spider outside with a piece of paper.

Turns to you, giving you the deadest stare.

"I’m never letting you live this down."

Leaves without another word.

An hour later, you get a text: "Next time, use your shoe. I’m going back to sleep."

Bonus: If you text him again, he responds with, "Is this another spider? If yes, I’m blocking you." (He won’t actually block you, but he WILL be dramatic about it.)

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) 

Your Text:

"Hizashi, HELP ME! IT’S AN EMERGENCY!!!"

His Reaction:

IMMEDIATE SCREAM.

Drops his coffee. Nearly blows out his own eardrums.

"OH MY GOD, I’M ON MY WAY!"

Runs out the door SO FAST.

Literally SPRINTS into your place, kicking the door open like he’s in an action movie.

"WHERE’S THE DANGER? WHO DO I GOTTA FIGHT?!"

Sees the spider.

Goes silent. Stares at it. Stares at you.

"…BABE, YOU TEXTED ME LIKE YOU WERE GETTING KIDNAPPED."

You point at the spider again. "IT’S HUGE."

Now, Hizashi COULD just kill it.

But instead, he SCREAMS.

"AHHHHH IT’S MOVING!!!!"

You scream.

Now both of you are screaming.

The spider has no idea what’s going on.

Aizawa, from down the hall, texts both of you: "Shut up."

Eventually, Hizashi grabs a shoe and dramatically kills the spider.

Proceeds to FLEX like he just won a battle.

"THAT’S RIGHT! THE HERO HAS SAVED THE DAY!"

You shake your head, laughing. He bows like he’s on stage.

Bonus: From now on, anytime you text him, he dramatically yells, "IS IT A SPIDER OR AN ACTUAL THREAT?!"

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) 

Your Text:

"Endeavor, I need you right now! Please come quickly!"

His Reaction:

Sees the text. Exhales sharply.

Already irritated, but he gets up because you NEVER ask for help.

Marches over, flames already sparking.

Bursts into your place, looking furious.

"What happened? Who do I need to burn?"

You just point at the spider on your wall.

Pause. Dead silence.

He looks at you. Then at the spider. Then back at you.

Jaw clenches. You swear you hear him grinding his teeth.

"…Are you serious?"

You just nod.

Exhales SO DEEPLY, trying to control his rage.

Raises his hand and INCINERATES THE SPIDER ON THE SPOT.

Leaves a small scorch mark on your wall. He does not care.

Turns back to you, arms crossed.

"Next time, handle it yourself." (He is SO DONE.)

Walks out, muttering, "Unbelievable."

Later that night, you get a single text:

"If you ever text me for a spider again, I will block you."

Five minutes later: "Did you eat dinner?"

Bonus: Next time, when you text him, he replies with, "Spider or actual emergency?" before even opening the message.

Keigo Takami (Hawks) 

Your Text:

"Keigo, HELP! I need you NOW! It’s an emergency!"

His Reaction:

IMMEDIATELY drops his food.

Wings spread. He’s already airborne before even replying.

"DON’T WORRY, BABE! I’M COMING!"

FLIES AT TOP SPEED, nearly breaking through your window.

Lands dramatically, striking a hero pose.

"I’M HERE! WHO’S ATTACKING YOU?!"

Looks around. No villains. No destruction. Just you, standing on your bed.

You shakily point to the ceiling.

He follows your gaze. Sees the tiny spider.

Slow blink. Then another.

Puts a hand over his heart like he’s been personally betrayed.

"…Did you just—did you just summon THE NUMBER TWO HERO… FOR A SPIDER?"

You nod. He dramatically falls to his knees.

"I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. I’VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED."

You groan. "Just kill it, Keigo!"

Sighs, but still gently scoops the spider up with a feather and carries it outside.

Turns back to you, arms crossed.

"You owe me cuddles for this emotional distress."

Bonus: Next time, he texts you back with, "Actual emergency or another spider? I need to know how fast I should fly."

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) 

Your Text:

"Nighteye, please come quick! It’s an emergency!"

His Reaction:

Adjusts his glasses, immediately concerned.

Leaves his office at high speed.

"Hold on. I’m coming."

Rushes over like a serious business executive, briefcase still in hand.

Walks in, scanning for the threat.

"What’s wrong? Were you attacked?"

You point at the spider on your wall.

He slowly turns to look at you. Then back at the spider. Then back at you.

Removes his glasses. Rubs the bridge of his nose.

Muttering to himself: "I should have seen this coming…"

Without another word, he picks up a book and swats the spider.

Looks at you with the most tired expression.

"I don’t believe in wasting my foresight on trivial matters… but next time, I might make an exception."

Leaves without saying anything else.

Ten minutes later, you get a text:

"If this happens again, I will fine you."

Two minutes later: "But I’m glad you’re safe."

Bonus: Now refuses to check his foresight when you text him—because he knows it’s probably another spider.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) 

Your Text:

"Fatgum, PLEASE HELP ME! It’s an emergency!"

His Reaction:

STUFFS FOOD INTO HIS MOUTH AND RUSHES TO YOU IMMEDIATELY.

Comes barreling in like a teddy bear wrecking ball.

"HEY, HEY! YOU OKAY?! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!"

Sees you standing on your couch, looking terrified.

You point to the spider.

He stops. Looks at the spider. Looks at you.

Grins SO HARD.

"Awww, (Y/N), you scared me! Thought someone was tryna mess with ya!"

Laughs, casually picks up the spider with his big hands, and sets it outside like it’s nothing.

Pats your head like a proud dad.

"Next time, just say it’s a spider, okay? I almost body-slammed your door down!"

Sits down next to you and pulls snacks out of his coat.

"Wanna stress-eat? I brought extra for ya."

Bonus: He now brings you snacks every time you text him, assuming you had a rough time with another spider.

Snipe 

Your Text:

"Snipe, please come quick! It’s urgent!"

His Reaction:

Casually checks his revolvers before heading over, thinking he’s about to stop a crime.

Kicks open your door, completely calm but ready for action.

"What’s the situation, darlin’?"

You dramatically point to the spider chilling on your bookshelf.

He squints.

You can literally see his shoulders relax.

You swear you hear a chuckle under his mask.

Casually walks over, picks up a tissue, and removes the spider like a cowboy tipping his hat.

Turns back to you, tilting his hat slightly.

"Now, ya know I ain’t in the business of killin’ harmless critters, but I’ll make an exception for you."

Tips his hat dramatically. "Justice is served."

Leaves, still chuckling to himself.

Bonus: He starts calling you ‘Spider Slayer’ every time he sees you.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) 

Your Text:

"Kamui, HELP! I NEED YOU NOW!"

His Reaction:

Immediate concern.

Leaps into action, literally swinging through the city to get to you.

Lands outside your window like a ninja.

Bursts in, ready to protect you.

Sees you on top of your bed, looking horrified.

Sees the spider.

…Realization sets in.

Takes a DEEP BREATH. Adjusts his posture. Tries to remain calm.

"…It’s just a spider?"

You nod frantically.

He nods slowly. Closes his eyes for a second like he’s meditating.

Then… uses his wood manipulation to gently scoop up the spider and place it outside.

Turns back to you, clearly amused but also kind.

"That… was not the emergency I was expecting."

Pauses, then softens. "But I’d rather it be a spider than something worse."

You feel bad, but he just smiles under his mask.

"Next time, let me know if it’s another ‘tiny invader’ situation."

Bonus: Every time you text him now, he swings by dramatically, even if it’s just for a spider.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

You had been seeing each other for months now.

Not officially, not publicly, but in the quiet corners of your lives. Stolen moments in the agency after hours. Late-night talks on the phone that stretched until dawn. Your fingers brushing against his, lingering just long enough to be something more.

But never enough to be real.

Because Toshinori wouldn’t let it be.

Wouldn’t call it what it was, wouldn’t give it a name.

And at first, you had understood.

He was a public figure, a man whose enemies lurked in every shadow. He had told you, over and over, that keeping your relationship undefined was for your safety.

"If people knew I cared about you, they’d use it against me," he had said once, voice tight.

And you had believed him.

Had told yourself that it was okay.

That this was enough.

But the longer it went on, the more you realized—it wasn’t just about your safety.

It was about him.

Because Toshinori Yagi, the strongest man you had ever known, was afraid.

Not of villains. Not of threats.

But of not being enough.

And that was something you couldn’t fight for him.

The breaking point came on a cold evening in autumn.

You had planned to meet after his patrol, something simple—just dinner, just time together. But it had been different this time.

Because when you arrived, you weren’t alone.

A group of reporters had been outside the agency, waiting, cameras flashing in the dim streetlights. They hadn’t known who you were, hadn’t suspected anything—but the moment you stepped inside, Toshinori stiffened.

Like you had just walked into danger.

Like you being near him at all was a mistake.

The evening was strained.

He was distant, polite but distracted, his fingers twitching against the napkin in his lap, his eyes darting toward the window every time a shadow passed.

And finally, you had enough.

"Toshinori." Your voice was soft, but there was an edge to it.

He didn’t meet your gaze.

"What are we?" you asked.

His breath hitched.

He exhaled slowly, setting his napkin down with careful precision.

"You know what we are."

You swallowed, forcing your voice to stay steady.

"Do I?"

Silence.

Toshinori’s hands curled into tight fists in his lap, his knuckles stark against his skin.

"I told you," he said quietly. "This is for your safety."

Your chest ached.

"Is it?" you whispered.

His head snapped up.

"Of course it is—"

"Or is it just easier for you to pretend this doesn’t mean anything?"

The words landed like a punch.

Toshinori flinched, his entire body going rigid, and for a moment, you almost regretted saying it.

Almost.

Because you needed the truth.

You needed to know if you were waiting for something that would never come.

"I—" Toshinori’s voice wavered. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "It’s not like that."

"Then what is it like?"

His mouth opened. Closed.

Nothing.

And that—that was what finally broke you.

You had fought for him.

You had been patient, understanding.

You had hoped.

But hope couldn’t hold a relationship together alone.

Your chest felt hollow as you pushed your chair back, standing on shaky legs.

"I can’t keep doing this, Toshinori."

Panic flashed in his eyes. "Wait—"

"I love you."

The words tore out of you, raw and unguarded, a confession that had been waiting far too long to be spoken.

Toshinori froze.

Completely.

His hands trembled against the table.

His breath came uneven.

"You… you shouldn’t."

The pain of it was immediate.

You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"I figured."

Then you turned, and walked away.

Toshinori didn’t sleep that night.

He sat alone in his apartment, staring at the spot where you had been, your words echoing in his head like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding.

"I love you."

He had always known.

Had seen it in the way you looked at him, in the way you reached for his hand without hesitation, in the way you always made room for him in your life.

And he had thrown it away.

Because he was scared.

Scared of what it meant to be yours, fully and completely.

Scared of being vulnerable.

Scared of not being enough.

But now, for the first time, he realized—

He had already lost you.

And that?

That was what terrified him the most.

He found you the next day.

You were in your office at the agency, pretending to be fine.

But the moment you saw him standing in the doorway—you knew.

His eyes were red-rimmed, tired.

But there was something else there now.

Something different.

"I was wrong," he said, voice rough. "Last night—I was wrong."

You held your breath.

Toshinori stepped forward, hesitating only for a moment before reaching for your hands.

"I love you," he whispered, his fingers curling tightly around yours. "I have for a long time. And I—God, I was so scared of losing you that I never let myself have you in the first place."

A shaky exhale left your lips.

"Toshi—"

"But if you’ll let me… I want to try." His grip tightened, as if he was afraid you’d slip away. "I want to be with you. Not in secret. Not in half-measures. Fully. Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t get to love you the way you deserve."

You broke.

Tears spilled before you could stop them, and when you reached for him, when you pulled him against you, he let himself fall.

Because this time—

He wasn’t running.

This time—

He was choosing you.

Toshinori kissed you then, slow and desperate, like he was making up for every moment he had held himself back.

And when he whispered against your lips, voice shaking with every ounce of emotion he had fought for so long to contain—

"I’m yours."

You knew.

This time, he meant it.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

Toshinori Yagi (smAll Might)

Jealousy Level: 6/10 – More insecure than possessive.

Toshinori doesn’t get openly aggressive, but he definitely feels a pit in his stomach when someone flirts with you.

He trusts you, but deep down, he wonders, “Why would they want to be with a broken man like me?”

His response is gentle but firm—he’ll place a hand on your lower back, subtly pulling you closer.

If the flirter doesn’t back off, he gives them a polite but unmistakable smile:

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, but my partner and I were just leaving.”

Later, he’s quieter than usual, staring at his hands, lost in thought.

When you reassure him, he gives you a rare, soft kiss, whispering:

“Thank you for choosing me.”

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Jealousy Level: 9/10 – Calm but scary.

Aizawa doesn’t do drama, but the moment he sees someone flirting with you?

He stares, unblinking, arms crossed, completely unreadable.

The flirter usually gets uncomfortable just from the intensity of his gaze.

If they keep going, he speaks low and cold:

“You have five seconds to walk away before I make you.”

He’s not flashy about affection, but after, he pulls you closer, resting his hand on the small of your back.

Later, when you ask if he was jealous, he just grunts and pulls the blanket over both of you:

“Just go to sleep. You’re not leaving me, so it doesn’t matter.”

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Jealousy Level: 8/10 – Loud and dramatic but lowkey serious.

The moment someone flirts with you, he turns up the volume on purpose.

Suddenly, he’s laughing louder, wrapping an arm around you, and being extra touchy.

“YO YO YO! LOOK AT THIS ABSOLUTE CUTIE I’M DATING! AREN’T THEY JUST THE BEST?!”

If the flirter still doesn’t get the hint, he drops the goofiness and speaks firmly:

“Listen, buddy, they’re mine. So I’d appreciate it if you backed off.”

Later, he pouts like a kicked puppy, dramatically lying across your lap.

“Babe, tell me I’m still your number one fan.”

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Jealousy Level: 10/10 – Possessive and terrifying.

Enji does not tolerate disrespect—the second someone flirts with you, his presence alone is intimidating enough to send chills down their spine.

He stands behind you, looming, arms crossed, eyes burning.

If they dare to persist, his voice drops into a low, dangerous growl:

“You’re standing too close.”

If that doesn’t work? A tiny, controlled burst of flames flickers at his fingers.

Later, he doesn’t talk about it, but he holds you a little tighter, kisses you a little deeper—his way of reassuring himself.

“You’re mine. I won’t let anyone take you.”

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Jealousy Level: 5/10 – Playful but secretly possessive.

Hawks doesn’t get jealous easily—he’s too confident for that.

But the moment someone flirts a little too boldly?

He swoops in, slinging an arm over your shoulder, grinning like he’s completely unbothered.

“Woah there, buddy! Careful now—you might make me jealous.” (Said with a teasing smirk but dead-serious eyes.)

If the flirter pushes too hard, his wings flare slightly, his voice dropping into a dangerous purr:

“I don’t like sharing.”

Later, when you’re alone, he cages you in against a wall, brushing his lips against your ear.

“Tell me again who you belong to, sweetheart.”

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye)

Jealousy Level: 7/10 – Silent but terrifying.

Nighteye doesn’t make a scene, but the intensity of his glare is enough to make anyone uneasy.

He simply pushes up his glasses, staring the flirter down without saying a word.

If the flirter continues, he calmly adjusts his tie and speaks with calculated coldness:

“It would be wise for you to leave. Now.”

He won’t make a public display of affection, but later, he cups your face gently, murmuring:

“You belong at my side. No one else’s.”

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Jealousy Level: 3/10 – Chill, but protective if needed.

Fatgum is too secure and easygoing to get jealous easily.

He trusts you, so he laughs it off at first, not thinking much of it.

But if the flirter keeps pushing, his usual warm expression hardens slightly.

“Aight, now you’re just bein’ disrespectful.”

He effortlessly steps between you and the flirter, his sheer size enough to make them reconsider their life choices.

Later, he pulls you into a tight, warm hug, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’re mine, sweetheart. But I already knew that.”

Snipe

Jealousy Level: 6/10 – Protective but quiet about it.

Snipe is calm and mature, but he doesn’t like disrespect.

The moment he sees someone flirting with you, he just steps closer, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder.

“Everythin’ alright, darlin’?” (His deep voice alone is enough to make the flirter uneasy.)

If they don’t take the hint, he speaks low and sharp:

“Best step away before you make a mistake.”

Later, he tips his hat up slightly, looking at you with an amused smirk.

“Guess I’ll have to keep ya closer from now on.”

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods)

Jealousy Level: 5/10 – Logical but subtly protective.

Kamui isn’t quick to anger, but if someone flirts too boldly, he makes his presence very clear.

His wooden branches subtly wrap protectively around you, shifting to create a barrier between you and the flirter.

If they persist, his tone sharpens, calm but firm:

“I’d appreciate it if you showed some respect.”

He won’t make a scene, but after, he’ll hold you closer, his fingers brushing against yours in reassurance.

Later, he softly murmurs:

“I’m not the jealous type… but I don’t like the idea of anyone else thinking they can have you.”

Ko-fi / Masterlist

Toshinori Yagi (smAll Might)

Instant stiffening.

His entire body tenses up, and his breath catches in his throat.

Pulls his hand back quickly but gently, as if he’s worried about overstepping.

"Ah—I… I apologize!" Smiling nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Blushing like a schoolboy. His ears, cheeks, and even his neck turn pink.

Internally screaming: "Oh no, I liked that too much. Get a grip, Toshinori!"

If you tell him it’s okay, he relaxes but is still clearly affected.

Might replay the moment for the rest of the day, sighing to himself like a love-struck fool.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Barely reacts externally.

Internally? "Oh. That was nice."

His eyes flicker down to your hands, then back to what he was doing.

Doesn’t pull away immediately, just lets it sit for a second.

If you get flustered, he smirks slightly. "Relax, it’s just a hand."

But if you don’t pull away? He just… lets it happen.

Afterward, he’s definitely thinking about it, though he’d never admit it.

If you tease him about it, he just shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can see the slight pink in his ears.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Immediately grins.

"WOAH! Babe, are you trying to hold my hand?" Waggles his eyebrows playfully.

Does not let go.

Lightly squeezes your fingers before slowly pulling away.

Acts like it’s just a joke, but internally he’s melting.

If you get embarrassed, he laughs but reassures you it was cute.

If you roll with it, he might “accidentally” do it again later.

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Absolute stillness.

His entire body freezes as if he just got hit with a quirk.

Stares at your hands touching for a long second.

"Hn." Pulls his hand away carefully, almost reluctant.

Clears his throat awkwardly, avoids eye contact.

Ears are definitely pink, though.

If you act casual, he tries to as well, but he’s definitely affected.

If you get flustered, he panics internally but just grumbles, “It’s fine.”

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Smirks immediately.

"Oho~? Didn’t know you were that into me, babe."

Lightly brushes his fingers against yours again on purpose.

Looks up at you with a teasing glint in his eyes.

But if you seem shy about it? His expression softens, and he gives you a real smile.

"You’re cute when you get flustered."

If you don’t pull away, he just laces his fingers with yours like it’s the most natural thing ever.

Sir Nighteye

Pauses for a long moment.

Glances down at your hands, then back up at you.

"Oh? Unexpected." His voice is calm, but his glasses hide the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Doesn’t pull away immediately, but instead just… analyzes the moment.

Smirks slightly if he notices you flustered.

If you keep acting normal, he’ll pretend it didn’t affect him, but inside? He’s overanalyzing every detail.

Later, you catch him touching his fingers absentmindedly, lost in thought.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Genuinely surprised at first.

"Oh! Whoops, my bad!" Pulls back slightly, laughing.

But then he notices you don’t seem upset, and he softens.

"Heh, you got a nice, warm hand there!"

Playfully nudges you before going back to what he was doing.

Secretly finds it really sweet.

If you do it again later, he just smiles and lets it happen.

Snipe

Completely unbothered on the outside.

"Well now, wasn’t expectin’ that."

Calmly withdraws his hand but does it slowly.

Slight tilt of the hat to hide the tiny bit of pink dusting his cheeks.

If you act casual, he plays it off too, but inside? His heart rate definitely spiked.

Might tease you later with a smooth, “Didn’t know you were the handsy type, darlin’.”

Kamui Woods

Instant internal panic.

Turns red immediately.

"A-Ah! S-Sorry!" Flinches slightly, pulling his hand away quickly.

Doesn’t know what to do with himself afterward.

Is too polite to bring it up but is absolutely thinking about it for the rest of the day.

If you tease him about it, he gets even more flustered.

If you do it again, he just freezes and blushes but slowly starts to relax.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

"No… please," Toshinori whispered desperately, cradling you in his weakened arms, his frail form trembling with grief and helplessness. The symbol of peace had never seemed so fragile. "Hold on… just a little longer."

You weakly looked up at him, eyes gentle and filled with unspoken goodbyes. "Toshi… it's okay. You did your best."

His breath hitched painfully, blue eyes pooling with tears. "No—I failed you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I'm supposed to protect you!"

You reached up, weakly brushing his tears away. "You always protected me… you were everything to me."

He pulled you closer, sobbing softly into your shoulder. "Please don’t go… I can’t lose you."

But silence filled the void left by your gentle breaths. Toshinori sat motionless, heart shattering quietly beneath the unbearable weight of loss, forever haunted by the smile he couldn't protect.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Aizawa’s usually composed demeanor crumbled completely as he held your weakening body close, voice trembling as he desperately tried to maintain control. "Stay awake," he commanded softly, gripping your hand tightly. "I won't allow you to give up."

You weakly smiled up at him, your fading gaze filled with warmth. "Shota… you always were so stubborn."

His jaw clenched tightly, voice raw with emotion. "I refuse to lose you like this… you promised you'd stay."

"I'm sorry…" you murmured weakly, gently squeezing his hand as your strength faded. "Thank you… for everything."

His voice cracked painfully as your eyes fluttered closed, your life slipping quietly away. He clutched you closer, a strangled sob escaping as he whispered your name helplessly, grief consuming him as he lost the one person who’d truly understood him.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

"Hey! Come on, sweetheart, keep talking to me," Hizashi pleaded desperately, cradling you close, his usually loud voice now soft and filled with panic. "Help’s on the way, I promise!"

You gently smiled, eyes glazed with pain, yet full of love. "Zashi… your voice always made me smile."

His heart clenched sharply, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Then listen to it a little longer, okay? Don’t leave me, please—I'm begging you."

You weakly reached to stroke his cheek, voice faint. "I'll always be listening… I promise."

Hizashi’s voice broke completely as your breathing slowed, then stilled entirely. "No—wait! Please!" he cried desperately, clutching you closer as grief overwhelmed him. For once, his voice fell into broken silence, unable to scream away the devastation of you being gone.

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Enji knelt beside you, holding your injured body protectively. His typically intense gaze softened painfully, eyes wide with regret and desperation. "Stay with me," he commanded, voice rough and desperate. "Don't you dare leave."

You looked up weakly, faintly smiling despite the pain. "Enji… I'm glad it was you…"

"Stop," he interrupted harshly, tears he refused to acknowledge pricking his eyes. "Don't talk like it's the end. You're stronger than this."

You reached up, gently cupping his face with fading strength. "I love you… please remember that."

Enji froze, grief violently crashing over him as your hand fell limply away, your eyes drifting closed for the last time. He sat in stunned silence, holding your lifeless form tightly, flames flickering helplessly as he whispered broken apologies to the one person he'd truly loved but couldn't save.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Hawks clutched you desperately, his usually confident expression shattering into pure anguish. Blood stained his shaking hands, feathers trembling as they curled protectively around you. "Hey—c'mon now," he murmured, voice breaking painfully. "Don't give up on me, sweetheart."

You smiled softly, your strength fading rapidly. "Keigo… you're here. I'm glad…"

His golden eyes blurred with tears he couldn't hide, voice cracking. "Stay awake. You promised me forever, remember?"

You reached up weakly, brushing a feather gently. "I'll be with you… always."

His chest tightened as your eyes slowly closed, your breathing quieting into silence. "No—please, Y/N," he begged desperately, pressing his forehead against yours. He sobbed softly, feeling the unbearable weight of emptiness as he realized he would never fly as high without you by his side.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye)

Mirai held you gently, eyes wide with a grief he'd never allowed himself to envision. "No—this isn’t right," he whispered hoarsely, desperately searching your fading eyes. "This isn't the future I saw."

Your voice was soft, fading but gentle. "Mirai… maybe some futures can't be changed."

He shook his head, tears pooling helplessly behind his glasses. "Not this one. Please… hold on a little longer."

You smiled faintly, fingertips brushing against his cheek. "I'm sorry… I wanted more time with you."

Mirai’s careful composure shattered, tears finally falling as your hand slipped away, your breathing stilling. "I… I love you," he whispered brokenly, holding you tightly against his chest, feeling the painful truth—that even knowing the future could not shield him from losing what mattered most.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Fatgum cradled your fragile body, panic and disbelief clear in his usually comforting eyes. "Hey, sweetheart, don’t close your eyes," he pleaded softly, voice trembling. "You gotta hang on. We got more food tours to go on, remember?"

You weakly chuckled, reaching to gently squeeze his hand. "Tai… you always made me feel safe."

Tears filled his eyes, heart breaking beneath your fading touch. "No, I was supposed to protect you… you can't leave me now."

"I'm sorry," you whispered softly, breathing shallow and slow. "Please… keep smiling."

He choked on a sob, gripping your hand tightly as your breaths faded into silence. Fatgum held you carefully, his chest aching with unbearable loss, silently promising to carry your smile and warmth with him forever.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods)

Kamui Woods cradled you protectively, his usually calm demeanor broken by deep, panicked breaths. His hands trembled slightly as he gently brushed hair from your fading face. "Y/N… stay with me, please."

You weakly touched his face, smiling warmly despite your pain. "Shinji… thank you for making my life beautiful."

He choked softly, eyes shimmering with tears. "You made mine beautiful too—so don't leave me yet, please hold on."

Your breath faltered as you murmured, "Plant a tree for me… someplace nice."

His heart shattered, grief overwhelming him as your eyes slipped closed. He pulled you closer, weeping silently, feeling a part of himself die with you. Later, he would plant that tree in your honor, forever nurturing the love he lost.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

You were so close. Closer than you had ever been before. Your hands framing his face as you leaned in breathing heavily in his ear. His hands slip up your thighs, roaming around to grab at your ass as he helped you in your movements in his lap. He could feel you, the heat from your body, your pert nipples against his chest, your warmth wrapped around his cock. “Toshi…” you moaned, “Toshi you feel so good, so right.”

He couldn’t remember how he got here, he couldn’t think about anything other than the throb of his cock as your dripping pussy sucked him in further. His fingers grasped at your flesh pulling you closer as you rolled your hips against him causing him to groan and throw his head back, it was so much and yet not enough at the same time. “I want you. I just want you,” your voice was thick with affection and his hips thrust upwards at your words. The emotion driving him closer to the edge with every word you spoke. He was babbling now, words barely in sentences as all he could think about was you, you took over all of his senses as he continued helping you bounce on his length.

You kissed him now, slow, deep, full of need. The kiss was everything Toshi imagined it could be. He was reciting your name now, like a mantra, like it was the only word he knew. You pulled back enough to look him in his eyes, your gaze filled with heavy affections, “I love you Toshi, I always have,” there was a hitch in his breath before your words sent him hurtling over the finish line. His hips stuttering and thrusting up into you as his eyes rolled back and he whined your name over and over again. He was filling you to the brim, fucking himself into your pussy with every pulse and every spurt that he shot into you.

The pleasure hit him hard. His body tense, breath taught and… warmth did not follow. He did not feel your touch, nor hear your words. His eye fluttered open for him to realise you weren’t in his lap, you weren’t even in his bed. His breathing was harsh, heart racing and pants ruined. Oh god, he sat up so quickly the room seemed out of focus, or maybe it was caused by his panic. He had had a wet dream about you… you?!

How was he supposed to look at you now, knowing that in his subconscious he had touched you the way he had always wanted. He had made love to you, given you his all. But now he was expected to pretend like this didn’t happen and still have to be around you.

How could he pretend like he didn’t want you? Want you so deeply that the dream of you loving him back had undone him completely.

His hand came up to cover his mouth, fingers trembling. “I’m too old to be acting like this,” he whispered into his palm, though deep down he knew it wasn’t about age. It was about you. About want that had grown too large to contain quietly anymore. He swallowed, pulse still uneven.

The worst part? He didn’t regret the dream. He regretted waking up.