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My Hero Academia (Boku No Hero Academia)

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| Wc: 600 | M.list | Pairing: Bakugo(u) Katsuki / Fem (AFAB) Reader | Tags: Aged up! All Characters 18+, Texting Au, fluff, not proof read, swearing | | Summary: A stubborn pro-hero forced into a collaberation to boost his popularity with civilians/media. |

“Asshole,” You mumbled under your breath, the tailors fitting the newest line of sleepwear to your body for the promo - working overtime for the photoshoot that was due hours ago.

Of course the line was scandalous, catering to young adults who want to feel sexy but comfortable while they go to bed and to elders who want breathable thin material for the bedroom.

Now making a sub-line, a collab to help boost the popularity of the usually angry pro hero - now he was refusing to cooperate with not only you but with the design team and other valuable departments.

“Is everything okay miss? You’re tensing.” One of the photographers asked politely,

“Sorry, is it ruining the shot?”

“A little. You seem angry rather than relaxed.”

Nodding your head, you tried to relax your body. Rolling your shoulders and taking a deep

The shoot went on later than you wanted - not able to get home until eleven.

You were already scheduled for the next photoshoot with Dynamite tomorrow, just thinking about it stressed you out.

The morning came a lot sooner than you expected, already at the next agency to change into the tiny, oversexualize swimsuit they decided to put you in.

When he stormed into the room you could feel the presence change, staff tensing up and the room holding their breath.

He was shooed into one of the private rooms to change while you got your finalized touchups of makeup and hair.

When he came out you couldn’t help the instinctual jaw drop. From the last time you saw him in person - he was a lot bigger. His shoulders were wider, biceps defined despite his relaxed state.

Yet his eyes remained the same, cold, unopened to the world and with-drawled from anything that wasn’t himself or being a hero.

“Yo.” You held up peace signs, already on the set.

“What the fuck did they put you in?” He scoffed, looking at the uncomfortable coverage of clothing, “can’t they put you in anything decent for once? T’basically the same as being naked”

“I just wear what my agent wants.”

“Fuckin’ fire him cause this shits ridiculous.” He checked you out, it looked more like lingerie for a strip club than functional swim-wear, “tell me who would wear that shit swimmin’? not even the fishes would. I thought the whole point of us doing this is so we can have functional but compatible lines of clothing.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just take the photos and get this over with.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue disapprovingly, still standing beside you to pose for the camera. He didn’t smile in the pictures but he didn’t look as angry as normal.

The shoot only took a few hours, allowing you to have free time for the rest of the day. Not even bothering to ask if Bakugo had plans after this - you knew what the answer was.

It just made an excuse to go home early to nap; an extremely rare occasion.

During your nap you got the unedited first look of the photo shoot. A variety of poses, scenery and swimsuits the two of you showcased.

The minute you awoken from your nap you just had to text Bakugo,

“He’s such a fucking dick!” You groaned loudly, shoving your phone back under the couch pillow, “should’a never even texted him in the first place.”

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| Wc: 3k | m.list| Pairing: Kaminari Denki / Reader | | Tags: not proof read, College Au! No quirks, aged up, all characters 18+, modernization, McDonalds TM mention, fluff. | | Summary: midnight fast food runs result in meeting a charming, employee to embark in a journey of growing fondness. |

June Xth, 20xx

It was typical to order McDonald’s after midnight due to it being a prime gaming session, and when you were at your highest, but due to delivery being expensive, the decision was made to drive there before your late-night hobbit shenanigans began.

The employees tone was rather chipper for twelve forty in the morning, “Hello, welcome to McDonald’s what can I get for you?”

“Uhm… like.. I dunno, give me a minute.”

“Yeah awesome, want some waiting music while you’re at it?”

Shaking your head slightly out of disbelief - since when were employees allowed to have such… quick-witted sass, “sure, why not.”

He started to sing off key, trying to imitate elevator music to the best of his abilities.

Eventually you rung out your order to him, pulling up to the first window. There stood a chipper man with electric blonde hair wearing the classic black McDonald’s uniform.

His smile was already wider than the golden gate broke, practically leaning halfway out of the window, “and how would ya’ like to pay?”

“on card”

“Awesome saucem’” he hummed, leaning out further to pass the machine over, “you’re on a side quest for some food? Ugh I wish, I’d rather be at home right now than working the boring night shift. There’s like, nothing to do and all the machine beeps are driving me slowly insane.”

His name displayed on the tag pinned on the shirt, ‘Denki’. A way for it to seem more ‘friendly’ and ‘opened’ to customers.

“I guess so, delivery got too expensive.”

“Fair enough, bruh like last week I ordered a large pizza to myself - like one does - and it costed like almost six thousand yen.”

Nodding in agreement, the food would take another five minutes for the fries to be fresh. A conversation’s with him didn’t seem too bad, he matched and exceeded your energy.

“Yeah,” you hummed, “that’s why I’m gonna scooter or fucking drive.”

“Scootering? You know how to do tricks?”

“Nah, I barely can keep balance when going too fast.”

“Shiiittt me too, bro. Don’t worry about it, we’re talented in other areas.” He laughed, using his index finger to twirl his hair, “whatcha’ up to after this?”

“Gonna go home and get ripped then hop on fort.”

He gasped, “what’s your username?! We can duo when I’m off work, trust I’m like really freaking good.”

“Uh.. yeah sure I guess so.” You mumbled, grabbing some kind of paper resemblance to write on for him, “I think it’s this? Should be.”

Denki pratically snatched the username out of your hand, tucking it in his pocket like it was his most prized treasure, “I’ll add you whenever, gotta look for ‘xXxchargeboltxXx and that’s ‘chargebolt’ with the ‘o’ replaced with a zero and two of the ‘x’s’ in the middle being uppercased.”

Your brain practically short circuited at the instructions, knowing that you were going to definitely forget it later, “can you just write that down or something?”

“Ha! Give me your number so I can text it to you.” He spoke with such swaggering confidence, it made you feel flustered in the worse way.

“No.”

“What?! C’mon!” Denki whined, while the timer obnoxiously beeped behind him, “think about it while I get your food.”

Whispering to yourself as he walked out of your view, this interaction took way too much time out of your future smoking session. You could feel your stomach growling, able to smell the food from inside of your car.

Soon enough he came back out with the brown bag of food, “re-thought my offer?”

“The answers still no, but I’ll give you my socials.”

“Fair enough.” He winked, fishing out his phone quickly to hand over.

“Y’know I could just drive away with your phone and you’d probably never see it again.”

“Nah I’m sure I’ll see you around, I could never forget your pretty face.”

Rolling your eyes very obviously, “thanks, I guess.”

Handing his phone back and driving off with your main task midnight snack, going home and smoking a fat blunt while tripping on fort.

June xth, 20xx

The next morning, there was a follow request back coming from the same handle he told you last night. Assuming he was one of those guys who used the same username for everything, except this time, his Instagram was slightly more classy,

‘⚡︎ ⋆.˚ Chargebølt ⚡︎ ⋆.˚’ Kaminari Denki - 22 - UOJ

The posts were filled with either shit-posts, photography of himself. He dressed up rather loudly with a lot of accessories. Honestly, it was a 2000’s aesthetic that you could appreciate.

Denki did eventually add you on Fortnite, but it took you a few days to add him back. The two of you haven’t had an official game together yet.

The rhythm started to appear subtly, going twice a week. Your upcoming favourite graveyard shift worker began to memorize your order. Already having it in the system for when you arrived.

The conversations at the window became longer and it was something you genuinely started to look forward too. Yet, the two of you haven’t exchanged an actual text message. Nor seen each other outside of the midnight fast food window.

“Hey pull up, already have it in!” His outspoken voice came out of the intercom before you stopped

Your jaw dropped, puling forward in the fast food line, “Damn, and you’re now calling me a big chud the way you know when I’m coming.”

By the time you got to the window he was already hanging out of it. His hair was a fluffy mess from the wind outside; you could see that smile from a mile away.

“I missed you! I thought you weren’t coming!” He whined loudly, looking at the watch on his wrist, “You’re five minutes late.”

"And now you know when I'm supposed to be around?"

"Yeah!" he nodded enthusiastically, "Of course I would know when my absolute fav customer will be rolling around!"

"Yet my food is always late."

"That's like... not the point I'm trying to make."

You sighed, tapping your fingers against your steering wheel while you stared at his lopsided grin, "You know the estimate of when I'm supposed to be here, and yet you can't make my food already ready when I arrive?"

"You're making it seem like you're only here for the food," Denki pouted, crossing his arms for emphasis.

"It's because I am."

Watching his pout deepen, the grip on himself growing tighter, "fine! Act like you don't care! See how I feel!"

"My food, please."

"Mean!"

June XXth, 20xx

You didn’t go to McDonald's for a week, having basically no money and a sleep schedule you’ve been trying to fix before exam week was a killer duo.

The minute exam week was over that’s when you decided to treat yourself to fast food after midnight.

About to come to the usual incomplete stop at the speaker thing brain fart fr ready to hear Denki’s familiar voice telling you to pull forward, instead it was a voice you didn’t recognize, forcing you to stop and retain your order.

His voice was on the chiller side, mellowed out like he was tripping on Indica, “that’s everything? Pull up to the first window, please.”

Wondering who this random was - as it was clearly obvious this wasn’t the outgoing Denki you knew. Pulled up to the first window was a taller man with purple, medium-length hair that was mostly covered with the uniform's hat.

He wasn’t wearing his name-tag and he didn’t start unnecessary conversation. Just the usual small talk as the food processed to pass the time.

“So, yeah, uhm, how’s your night? Anything exciting?”

It was awkward, he was awkward - it wasn’t the conversation with the man you were mentally prepared for.

“My nights… boring, I was just gonna smoke and play fort.”

“Sounds like one hell of a time.” He nodded, patting his thighs lightly.

You nodded back, following his movements by tapping on the top of your leather steering wheel - clicking your tongue softly, “so…”

“Yeah?”

You mentally cringed, “Where’s the other guy?” It sounded un-natural to actually presently care about Denki so openly.

“Who?” The employee paused, racking over his co-workers, “Oh, Kaminari? Yeah, he’s down with the sickness right now. Exam week stressed him out too much he got a fever.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, now I’m covering for him.”

“that’s awesome.”

“Guess so.”

The machine beeped, its familiar repeat indicating your food was ready to be served and bagged, which was the godsend cue to cut the conversation short.

He grabbed your food, handing it over with a customer service smile, “Enjoy your meal.”

“Yeah, you too,” you mindlessly said back, rolling up the window and driving off, “‘yeah, you too?!’ You fucking idiot-“ you groaned, hitting the back of your head against the headrest.

June XXth, 20xx

The following week was different, this time going to different restaurants with a group of your friends, edging you to quit McDonald’s.

“Mm?” You hummed, finally zoning back into the conversation.

“Airhead,” one tsk’ed “I asked if you passed your exams? Your results should be out right?”

“Uh, yeah I did.”

“Stop zoning out and talk to us! What’s on your mind!” She pinched your cheek playfully, pressing her head against yours.

“Food, mostly.”

“But we’re already eating!”

Moving slightly away from her, the hot steam from the hotpot and her sweaty forehead pressed against the side of your face began to feel overwhelming.

Your other friend spoke up, trying to fish the dropped pork out of the broth. “Plus, you need to start saving money. You keep complaining you’re broke, but always have money for weed and fast food.” “Cold turkey fast food!”

Raising your eyebrow at the conversation, using your chopsticks to get the thin slice of cooked pork for her, “here, and I’ll stop for like… a week or so, save some money especially since it’s close to the end of the month, but that means I can’t come eat out like this for a bit too.”

“What the fuck.” “You’re trying to ditch us?”

“No,” shaking your head, “we can do shit without spending a ton of money.”

“We’ll buy you stuff!”

“I don’t want your money.”

“Oh come on! You say that every time!”

“Because it’s true.”

They collectively sighed, knowing how stubborn you could be on certain things. The conversation continued, food on the plates emptied and eventually the time to close the tab and leave came.

Your social battery zeroed by this point, sluggishly walking behind them with your hands in your pocket and your posture atrocious.

“Guy’s real quick stop at the convenience store? I just need to pick up a few things!” She gleamed, pointing at the nearby store up ahead.

Of course everyone agreed, it was fun memories to take pictures in the wonky fished-eyed mirror that was in the corners of the store.

While you were roaming the isles about to enter the candy filled shelves, you caught a glimpse of the electric blonde hair browsing.

“What the fuck- shit!” You lowly blurted, quickly ducking and bolting the other way to avoid him.

Your friends took notice, poking their heads around the corner to stare at the boy before returning to your side, “Who’s that?” They began to whisper, forming a huddle around you.

“The McDonald’s employee who knows my order like the back of his hand, he even knows what time I’m usually there at - but he’s been sick recently, so like-“

“Omg is that the guy you followed recently?!”

“You’re so fucking creepy why do you know that?!”

“Cause you never follow anyone new!”

“He was like… kinda cute tho.”

Putting your hands out to shush them, “seriously?! You’re all so fuckin’ weird, keep your voices down!”

Spending the rest of your time avoiding him like the plague, trying not to let him catch even a glimpse of you while he took his sweet time picking out the stuff he wanted.

thinking of him got your heart racing slightly, unknown if it was from anxiety or the fact your introverted self didn’t want to engage in face to face - person to person conversation for the first time.

This was the first time seeing him in a non working setting, out of uniform where he could be unapologetically himself. Denki dressed in baggy jeans, a layered studded belt and a bleached band tee - his earrings small golden hoops that tied in with the amount of rings on his fingers.

“Emo?” “Alt?” “Gyaruo?”

“Why does it matter?” You butted in, watching him from the fished eyed mirror leave the store.

“Cause! Things matter ya’know!”

“Not this much!”

Following your friends out of the store to the next route home, exhausted from the day, without your nighttime routine, you went to bed early. Not caring about how this will fuck up your sleep schedule once again.

Like you promised, you had to take a break from the fast food once again. Saving your money for rent payment on the first, giving you a chance to bring a semi-balanced chaotic lifestyle.

But my god - the withdrawals - the cravings.

Stalking Kaminari’s socials, trying to find him on anything you can. Eventually, the craving for food subsided, and the craving for conversation with the energetic boy began.

He posted regularly on TikTok (and everything else), showcasing his lifestyle, trends, his friends or just random things. It was cute to discover a side of him you’ve never been able to delve into. As friendly and flirty as he was - it always seemed like he was at arms reach at all times, literally and figuratively.

It was exciting to find out common interests between you two. Things you’d keep to yourself were things he’d openly flaunt proudly. His life was different from yours - it was a sense of benign envy he unknowingly drove into you.

July Xth, 20xx

The first passed faster than expected. Your sleep schedule changed once again - falling asleep at twelve thirty the latest instead of the typical two with three am the latest.

You were richer than before, saving money from not spending it on gas or fast food. It wasn't a significant amount, but it certainly was noticeable to you. Feeling slightly happier and refreshed, maybe you took sleep for granted.

On the downside, your phone was practically empty. Your games practically collecting dust from the lack of hardcore binge gaming. Experimenting to find a good balance for the gaming world and the social outdoors.

A longing feeling pinged in your heart, missing a particular McDonald's employee.

It was roughly eleven at night, the sun far down while the stars shone brightly despite the cloudy sky. Deciding to splurge on yourself - going to McDonald's to strictly treat yourself to food.

"mmm'elcome to McDonald's, what can I get you?"

It wasn't the voice you recognized so easily, instead sounding like that other night shift employee. The corners of your lips dipped into a soft frown, a slight heartache pattering against your ribs. Nonetheless, you had a mission - food and the food alone, it shouldn't matter who took your order.

Driving to the first window slowly, already recognizing the nameless wild purple-haired college student. The eyebags are growing darker from the last time you saw him.

"Your food will be out shortly..." He mumbled, looking off to the deeper part of the kitchen, "uhm... yeah..."

The window slid shut, your eyes followed his mouth that didn't stop moving - clearly talking to the other employee on shift with him, or maybe he just liked to talk to himself.

Passing the time by scrolling on your phone, the car window still rolled down as you were too lazy to roll it back up just to roll it down once more.

Three minutes barely passed until the drive-thru window abruptly tore open, "Omg! omg! oh em gee!"

The voice and the sound of the window startled you, making you whip your head towards the sliding glass panes. A wide-toothed, lopsided smile greeted you first, recognizing the man you've been secretly yearning for.

He continued, displaying his excitement very chalantly, "It's been forever! I thought you were ignoring me! I missed you!"

"Ignoring you?" You kept your composure, staying nonchalant, "I needed to save money, that's why I stayed away from fast food."

"But like I even texted you and you didn't even read it. Not to mention you were totally avoiding me in the convenience store when you were with your friends!"

Your eyebrows furrowed, "Texted me?" Going on your phone to look for the missed message, "You never texted me."

"Yeah, I did!" He said, using his phone as proof - pulling up the chatroom to a message being left on delivered for days, "Next, I thought you were totally gonna block me and like spite me from your life!"

"Shit." There was undeniable proof that he did actually try to reach out. A couple of times, it was honestly depressing to think about, "I'm so sorry, I didn't get the notifications for it."

"Don't worry about it! I'm just glad to see you again, even though it is when I'm working."

Sheepishly rubbing the back of your head, “yeah, I’m supposed to be saving money right now but here I am.”

“Make money to spend money!” He laughed, “you’re always so far away! I don’t like it!” A pout formed on his lips, reaching his arms out playfully.

“Mmm?”

“Well when I saw you at the store it got me thinking, I was like ‘hmm, this is my first time seeing her properly’ ya’know?! It was kinda nervy! Did you see me?! I don’t wanna seem like a creep!”

“Oh? Uh, yeah, I think I caught a glimpse of you.” You mumbled, not wanting to admit you caught a good glance of him that day and then totally avoiding him so he wouldn’t see you instead.

“I didn’t wanna bug ya’cause you were with your friends! It seemed like ya’ll were having a fun time though!”

“I was fucking tired, I dunno how that seemed fun.”

“Boo,” Denki outstretched his thumb in a downwards motion, “anyways,” he looked off, “fresh food comin’ight up.”

The purple haired co-worker popped his head around the corner, forcing a small smile onto his face for a second. Dropping the food off,

“Enjoy your meal.”

“Yeah- thanks.” Rummaging through the bag to ensure everything was in there.

“Sorry, he’s prettyyyyyyy….. blunt? Anti-social? I dunno.” Denki shrugged, “well… you’re gonna go home and get high? Probably hop on a game of… let me guess, Fortnite?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda scary you know.”

“It’s all you ever mention around me.”

“You’re not supposed to remember.”

“But I like to!”

That same night, the decision to finally reply back to Kaminari was made. Thus opening the door to online communication with him as well - you could feel your heart rate spike when you sent your first message back. He didn’t respond till the next morning but, the electric blonde was clearly eager to be texting you.

| wc: 3.1k | m.list K.E | m.list K.D |Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x FEM! Reader x Kaminari Denki || Tags: Not proof read, oneshot, light angst, confessions, 'he's into someone else', fake dating, jealousy, love triangle, open ending, light fluff. || Summary: You're in love with Kirishima, crushing on him since high school, but he recently got a new girlfriend. With a 'fake' dating scheme your friends came up with, you use it to try to make Kirishima jealous. |

The days you dreaded were the ones when dressing up in uncomfortable dresses, heels, and makeup caked onto your face for hours.

It was one of the televised gathering of hero’s. The one where there’s a theme, extravagant designer outfits and people trying to outdo each other.

Currently, your hair was being done, sitting higher than the clouds in the sky while you were on FaceTime with Mina, who was also getting her hair and makeup finalized.

“We’re escorting each other or do they want us individualized?” You mumbled, trying not to move your head too much.

Her muffled voice came through, “together! We get to walk together this year.”

Humming in response, “alright, at least that makes this night slightly bareable. Do we know the seating arrangements for dinner?”

“I think we’re sitting together? I’m honestly not sure.”

“Any clue about the others?”

“Nope! Not a damn-“ she got cut off, being reprimanded by the makeup artist who was struggling to place the tiny details on her face, “shit sorry, I’ll see you on the floor.”

Hanging up with her, an hour before the event started. You could already hear the screams and cheers of the outside world, ready to take a peak into the juicy details.

It rolled around faster than you wanted, already dreading being in the spotlight longer than you wanted. Not to mention being on every social platform for weeks.

Meeting up with your bestie who was caged in a black and purple skin tight dress, the one that flared out at the bottom an absurd amount, “okay body tea.” You mumbled, eyeing her up like she’s a piece of candy.

“You look damn good as well, a real head turner.” She laughed, giving you a few air kisses.

“Yeah? Seems like the press thinks the same way.”

You heard the cameras click a smidge faster, breaths being held and the attention turning from you to the person ahead of you.

Looking at the show-stopper, there stood Kirishima Eijiro with a woman hanging off of his arm; kissing his cheek. Questions were hollered out, journalists wanting the scoop on their hard-launched relationship.

He charmingly smiled, waving at the cameras. Observing his surroundings until he landed on you, sending a soft almost apologetic smile your way before he turned his attention onto his lady.

“Is that his girlfriend?” You mumbled, more to yourself.

“Yeah, it’s kinda weird tho.” Mina spoke up, taking her arm in yours as the two of you walked the carpet together, “I always thought he was head over heels for you instead.”

You felt your heart drop, walking beside Mina infront of the rapidly flashing cameras - which caught your seven stages of grief before getting back up to that flashy smile.

Your eyes kept wandering towards Kirishima who seemed to be miles ahead of you. A longing look in your expression you tried to mask from the photographs.

The entire evening your mood was sour, every glance his way only deepened the feeling growing near your heart.

While he was sitting pretty with the trophy hanging off of him at all times - you grew insecure, trying to keep your mind occupied instead.

The food was bland, the speeches boring, cameras annoying and so forth. Sitting around Mina, Kaminari, Todoroki, and a few other unfamiliar faces.

“Man this shit sucks.” Kaminari mumbled under his breath, picking and prodding at the food in front of him, “normally I ain’t picky but… this just looks plain gross.”

He was right, it was greyish slop plopped onto prestigious white plates. It smelled rather good but visually it was a mess.

Todoroki spoke up - sitting beside Kaminari on your left, “it’s not bad. If you close your eyes and enjoy it, it’s rather flavourful.”

“Ever the optimist, Todoroki!” Mina lowly whined, “is this supposed to be meat? Why is it mushy?”

“Meat can be mushy. Maybe they cooked it differently.” The two-toned boy tried once again.

Kaminari slouched against the table, “Meat is meat, meat no mush…”

You finally chimed in, licking a tiny portion off of your fork, “I wouldn’t even eat this if I was strapped down and forced to.”

That earned a chuckle from the two empty-headed former classmates sitting beside you.

Of course Kaminari had to join in with the joke, “if I had the option of death and this i’d choose to be dead.”

“Yeah! If I had to lick shit and lick this-“ Mina started, having her sentence cut off by Denki, “what’s the different between shit and this?”

“Nothing”

Muffled laughter tried to escape from the table, seeping over the hushed conversations going on amongst others. It even got Todoroki to give a hidden smirk from the absurd conversation.

Eventually the joy started to die down once more, your mind wandering back to the shark toothed boy a few tables away.

It gained the attention of the noisy loud mouth boy, who was eyeing you up carefully, “someone pissed in your salad, what’s up, buttercup?”

“Nothing much,” brushing it off, not wanting to even give it anymore thought than you already have.

He moved closer, ready for a whispered-gossip session, “c’mon, you can’t lie to me! I thought we were friends!”

Ignoring him by moving your seat a little further away and closer to Mina, a small playful gasp left his lips.

Instead Todoroki spoke up, “is this about Kirishima?”

You felt yourself stutter, fork slipping out of your tight grip while Kaminari’s eyes lit up slightly, “love bug came to bite you?”

It seemed like your friends eyes wandered to find Kirishima, curious on what he was doing while they presterd you.

“He has a new girlfriend though.” Todoroki hummed, suddenly feeling bad for your predicament.

“He was always head over heels for you though! What a shame, hey- maybe I can get them to break up and you two get together!”

“Kaminari, you’re a genius!” Mina joined in.

“Guys-“ you started, trying to mediate the conversation, “seriously, don’t worry about it - he’s happy, let him be happy.”

“Yeah but he liked you first!”

“It doesn’t matter, he likes someone else now.”

“Booo! Chin up, girl.” Mina started, feeling your back being harshly patted on the shoulder by Kaminari, “you can always go out with me?”

“With you? No way.”

“Why not Todoroki? He’s a total babe, people will get jealous.”

“I don’t need people jealous, he brings in too much attention.”

Shoto tilted his head, still listening into the conversation, “I thought recognition was good?”

A groan of ‘are-you-for-real’ escaped, “of course it’s good,” you began, trying to find the proper wording for the sheltered man, “but I don’t want to have a super famous hot fake boyfriend, that’s cliche.”

“Well…” Denki slid closer, his arm wrapping around the back of your chair, “I’m like.. super hot boyfriend material… Hell I’m just overall boyfriend material.”

“Yeah but you’re Kirishimas best friend-“ a hand slapped over your mouth

“Oh ‘em gee!” Mina squealed softly, her hand covering your mouth, “he’d get super jealous cause his best friend is dating his former crush and that’s like super against bro code!”

The two schemers nodded their heads simultaneously, on the same wave length with each other.

Todoroki let out a small, “I don’t understand…” under his breath - being talked over by the ongoing conversations.

“Me neither.” You mumbled, lucky enough to hear the boys shared confusion.

Speaking up, “I didn’t even agree to this plan”

“Now you do!”

The whole ‘fake dating’ shit was exaughsting. Trying to keep it secret enough so it doesn’t get to paparazzi but believable enough for close friends.

It’s been going on for three months and fifteen days, still counting.

“If you jump into an ocean and do like… three million volts do you think you’d catch lots of fish that way?”

Currently, he was over at your place with a matching sheet face mask on. His bangs pinned up with an orange barrette, comfortable loose clothing that practically hung off his body.

One thing about Kaminari Denki?

He was a man who pondered ‘silly’ questions seriously, loving the whimsy in serious life, “I’d probably get like.. at least five hundred to a thousand fish, but I’d definitely like, kill the water ecosystem.”

“Yeah but like, food.”

He nodded, “you’re just hungry.”

“Only a little.”

“A lot, you have that look on your face. I’ve been too close to you, I’m starting to pick up on your habits.”

“Whatever. Order us food instead of acting smug.”

“Anything for you, sweet thang.”

The food was ordered, skincare done - a movie occupying the background to keep the silence away. One thing you learnt about your ‘boyfriend’ is he couldn’t stand the silence. Even though he wouldn’t give you a direct answer why, it was pretty obvious he had a hard time conjuring up a focused mind with the silence. It seemed like the man’s thoughts raced a mile a minute.

“Can you just lay in my arms properly?!” He whined, trying to pull you into his side, “like a proper cuddle sesh while watching a movie.”

“Cause you’re a fuckin’ perv who might cop-a-feel.”

“Nuh uh! I don’t like these false accusations that drag my name through the dirt. I’m here to put my foot down and squash these atrocious widespread rumours.” Though his words were ‘serious’ he said it in a playful tone with a mock serious expression.

“My bad, you’re still a pervert.”

“And I will wear that with pride. I have a thing for pretty ladies y’know. A man who craves love in wild places, someone who wants to be genuine and accepted.” He smirked, trying to pull you in once more.

Huffing and laying against his side. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand resting against your side as his thumb rubbed against your exposed skin. Your arm draped over his torso, face nestled against the side of his chest and head resting against his armpit and bicep.

“Admit this is nice.” He mumbled, watching the movie on the big screen.

“It’s only a little nice.”

“And I’ll take that.”

The atmosphere grew comfortable, subtly melting into each other as the night continued.

You could hear his heartbeat against your ear, a soft thumping rhythm but fluttered every time you shifted slightly. It was almost adorable how responsive he was to you.

As much as this was fake stuff was a pain in your ass, moments like these drew you into the kinda guy he was. Someone who put on the comic relief front but just wants someone who understands who he truly is. He was slightly… cute.

His eyes were half-lidded, staring at the screen through his dirty blonde eyelashes. Denki’s hair was particularly messy this day, frizzing up from the humidity from the day.

There was a dusted, natural blush on his cheeks. Even lighter freckles that only dusted around his nose along with healed scars sketched into his soft skin. You could see the five’o-clock shadow that threatened to grow longer, how his Adam Apple bobbed with every swallow.

His breathing was slow, thumb still rubbing against your warm skin. Looking up his face to the rejected holes on his ears, having the classic lobe pierced with a few other closed up piercings.

“Do you get scared?” You mumbled, the conversation fitting in comfortably with the message behind the movie.

Without thinking, he responded a fast, “no these movies are dumb as fuck and the CGI in this one especially is bizarre.”

“No, like.” You paused, your hand stilling against him. Your fingers working the hemming of his shirt in a nervous manner, “the world, humanity, society… do you get scared?”

His breath hitched, hearing his heartbeat quickly for a split second, “yeah.” The tone was soft, softer than before - the one who seems almost insecure to admit his flaws, “of course I do, I’m human after all.”

“I’m scared… one day I’ll die and I haven’t made an impact in the world. That everything I’ve done has contributed to nothing and I’d be forgot… or worse… my legacy would be ‘the girl with a soft heart’.”

“You made an impact on me.”

Denki finally looked down at you, bringing his free hand to brush the hair out of your face to get a better look at your face, “what you do… who you are… that’s enough of an impact. It may not be monumental but it’s fundamental to your friends, yourself, and to your fan base.”

He continued, not letting you have a chance to contribute, “I’m afraid that one day I’ll die alone, that I’d be that fucking annoying and unloveable that not even a worm on the side of the road would look my way. it’s a terrifying thought that people hate who i genuinely am.”

You shifted more, wanting a better look at him. How his tone wavered and broke in some sentences.

“I don’t want to be that second choice, I don’t want to be known as ‘Denki? Yeah that guy? He’s a friend of a friend I know of’ y’know?”

“That’s..” you started,

“Silly?” He laughed it off, “yeah I know, just a dumb thought. Seriously don’t worry about it.”

“But-“

“Nah. Watch the movie, it’s almost over.”

Obeying his simple request, watching the movie with him without the side-convo from the man who laughed off his insecurities.

You watched the way his throat tightened, a glossy look forming with every blink. How he shifted uncomfortably at the quiet parts of the movie, having to turn up the volume to keep his thoughts from wandering below surface level.

Feeling your grip tighten on him, almost like he would disappear from your grasp if you dared to let go. You could feel his hold on you tighten as well, a mutual understanding falling over the both of you.

Once the movie came to an end, he immediately tried to get up - making the excuse to ‘go for a shower using your expensive products’

But, you couldn’t let him shrug off these feelings - brushing off those who dared to make him open his heart wide enough to cut off the arteries. Deep down he was terrified of getting hurt so badly, it wouldn’t be the first time he fell into some kind of depressive episodes.

“Don’t leave me.” You whispered, clutching onto him a little tighter than normal.

He tensed up, processing your words rather slowly before he let out a soft puff, “I would never leave you.”

Denki laid back down beside you, his full attention now focused on you and your needs, “finally wanna admit you like us like this?”

You couldn’t help it, getting closer to him. Your hands reaching up to rest along his jaw, “you’re not just a friend of a friend.”

“Oh yeah?” The blush on his face glowed a little brighter, his pupils expanding as he took your face and burnt it into his memory.

Your lips pressed against his, a slow drawn out kiss. It didn’t take him more then a nanosecond to melt into you. A natural leader in the world of romance, taking the lead to deepen the mutual kiss amongst ‘lovers’.

Denki would normally want to rush things, to get you under him - any man would want you in a primal way. But, he hesitated, taking it just as slow as you were. Kissing you like you were the most fragile doll under his electrifying hands of destruction.

The kiss dispersed, leaving the two of you breathless.

“Why?” He whispered, his forehead pressed against yours.

“‘Cause you mean a lot.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Of course not. You mean more than the stars above.”

“The stars don’t mean that much.”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me again.”

Before you knew it the next morning rolled around. Waking up on the couch alone, the sound of the shower filling up the empty apartment. It was unknown what time Denki was awake, or what he was doing the whole time you were asleep.

Checking your phone, it was ten in the morning and on do not disturb, but you read the ten missed notifications.

Most were from social media, the news and a single message from Kirishima of, ‘can we meet at a cafe? I’ll send you the location, around noon-ish’

Your heart dropped, looking bewildered at the message and being reminded of the man who was currently in your shower.

You texted back ‘can we do… around one thirty?’

The response was instant agreement along with the pin for the cafes location.

Putting your phone down and hearing the bathroom door unlock and open. Steam pouring out of the room, followed by a half-dressed Denki.

“Morning, buttercup.” He hummed, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, “you’re a real turner in your sleep. Practically on top of me on that small ass couch.”

“Sorry, that’s why I own a big bed.”

“Maybe next time we’ll do the bed then.”

Retreating back to the bathroom, coming back out fully dressed and ready for the day. His things were already packed and by the door, “got a busy day today. I have to go early, sorry I can’t stay longer.”

Yawning through your sentence, “don’t worry about it, denk’s, you should do what you have to.”

With that, he left.

His presence lingered around your apartment, the smell of him embedded into your couch and clothing. From the small messes he made around your apartment to the misplaced objects.

Deciding to get ready for the meeting with Kirishima, the thought of it making you feel queasy. On one hand this was your crush, the man you watched grow from high school and yearned for during your primitive years. On the other hand, there was a new unexpected man in your life. The one you didn’t expect but found yourself longing for once he would always leave.

Soon enough, one thirty rolled around. You were ten minutes early, texting him to inform him. While you waited, the bagel and coffee kept your mind occupied.

The bell rung, hearing his footsteps approach you from behind, “is this seat taken?” Kirishima joked, sitting down anyways.

“Why’d you wanna meet with me?”

Straight to the point, it caught the red hair man off guard, “I- uh- wow, you really don’t beat around the bush do you?” He laughed, rubbing the nape of his neck, “I.. gosh… it’s hard to say.”

While he was trying to formulate an opener, your phone buzzed - Denki’s face come brightly on your screen, ‘miss ya already!’

You felt your face warm, looking back to Kirishima while he took a deep breath in.

“I just… I like you.”

| Wc: 461 | m.list | taglist | tags: shitpost, Takami Keigo/ Afab! Reader, literally me, not proof read, fluff. | summary: The alternate ending to the bouncer at the club who always eyes you up. | We bounce (main ending) |

You’ve been going to the same bar for the past two years, the blonde, nameless bounder would always eye you up as he checked your ID.

Complimenting your every outfits, winking at you before you went into the club, or just overall teasing you. The interactions were short, sweet but rememberable as he left an impression burnt into your mind.

The last night you couldn’t take it, meeting friends from the club, getting their socials and leaving for the night. The bouncer winking at you as you left.

The next morning you started to stalk the clubs socials, trying to see their followers, following, taglist’s and more to figure out the guys name.

It took half a fucking day and still nothing, but luckily the girl you met in the bar that night knew one of the workers so she was able to text her friend to ask what his friends name and insta was.

It only took an extra hour until you had his name -keigo takami- and his insta being ‘Keigo.T’

Eventually you decided to shoot your shot, sliding into his dm’s with a ‘hey, thought you were cute, found your socials and decided to take a risk lol’

AND HE RECIPROCATESSSSS!!! SCOREE!!!

‘Oh? Hahah, ur cute too lol’

‘Xxx awesome what’s your snap?’

So keigo gives you his snap and the two of you move there, sending pictures back and fourth, complimenting and asking about each others personal life.

Turns out? He’s going through school to be a security guard/officer, has tattoos, the whole boring shpeal.

He asks you boring ass questions that you can’t remember, complimenting you - until you said ‘oh yah hahaha you make me nervous tbh’

And he asks ‘why?’

‘Cause I’m not the one to take bold moves’

But it was already like 1 am in the morning right? So he doesn’t answer you back and you assume he’s sleeping.

Little did you know.

The next morning you check your phone to see if he texted you back.

That’s weird? Nothing?

You went onto snap ready to look and the motherfucker unadded you.

Your eyes bulge and jaw drop. You start texting your friends what happened cause like what the fuck????

Then you go to check if he still has you on insta AND HE BLOCKED YOU???

You start uncontrollably laughing at the thought of this man blocking you over quite literally nothing and now you don’t go to this bar for over a year and next time you go TO THE SAME BAR he totally IGNORES you.

Talking with your friends, “fuck guys I only wanted to be with him to get us into this club for free.” And you all laugh at your misfortunes cause it is lowkey funny as fuck.

A/N So this is actually a real ass scenario that happened to me about a year ago that I never fully got over cause it’s funny asf.

| wc:3.5k | m.list | taglist | tags: Takami Keigo / AFAB! reader, P in V, degration, tipsy sex, no condom, thigh slapping, praise, porn with plot, smut, Keigo has a tattoo, 'slut' used lolol, quirkless! Universe, Keigo as a bouncer to a club! Universe, not proof read. | summary: Keigos a motherfucking sexy ass bouncer that you keep eyeing up. Eventually the two of you go on a date - leading back to his place. | Alternative ending! |

The bass was loud in the club, syrup from the spilled drinks sticking to the bottom as you danced with your friends. Feeling overly-tipsy from not only the pre-gaming but the amount of shots you’ve taken at the club.

The owners personally knew you by your first name from the amount of times you’ve been here and so did the bouncers. One security took a particularly fond liking to you.

You could remember the interaction like the back of your hand before he let you in.

“Lookin’ as pretty as ever, dove.” A nickname he gave you - claimed it was ‘easier’ to remember than your actual name.

“Why thank you, keigo!” You did a sloppy twirl, showing off the entirety of your slutty outfit for the night, “literally just got this top today - oh! - can you smell my perfume? I feel like it’s… what’s the word… flew away.” The alcohol on your breath was evident but he didn’t seem to care as he leaned in to smell the nape of your neck.

His voice was low, the music from inside the building seeping out to the chilled air of the night, “flew away? You mean ‘faded’, dove?” His hand twitching to rest on your hip, “you smell absolutely delicious.”

Your voice was slightly slurred, not the worse he’s ever heard, “like you wanna take a bite right now?” Putting your index finger between your teeth, biting down softly with that award winning smile he loved so dearly.

“If I wasn’t working I’d be biting all over.” He winked, “now should I ask for your ID or just let you in for free?”

“Ask for my ID! It makes me feel important and young, and I wanna get in for free!”

“Fine, hand it over.” Even though he didn’t need it - he still wanted to entertain your night

“When are you off?!” You practically bounced in place, watching him once over your ID

He handed it back to you, your fingers touching, “and why’d you wanna know so bad? Tryna pounce on me after work?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy. When are you off?”

“When you’re done dancing, dove.”

That leads you to now, grinding up on your friends - taking a concerning amount of shots, convincing men to buy your group shots, getting hit on, kissing strangers - the typical night.

But your mind kept wandering to the blonde bouncer outside.

You yelled to your friends over the music, “I’m gonna go for a smoke, Kay?!” Even though they knew you didn’t have anything to smoke on you, they were too drunk to even care.

Walking outside, it was noticeably chillier than before but the alcohol in your system overrode the breeze grazing your warm skin.

Luckily keigo was still out there, standing at the bottom of the steps while he let out a loud laugh from the previous conversation with the other bouncer.

He was dressed a lot more appropriately than you, long thick pants and a dark red sweater that could be mistaken for black in certain lighting, along with a black vest that had ‘security’ in white-bold-lettering.

You hiccuped, letting your presence be known to both of the workers.

“Dove!” Keigo greeted happily, the smile on his face growing more prominent, “why you out here? Why aren’t you dancin’?”

Stumbling down the stairs next to him, “miss’ya.”

He chuckled softly, patting your head, “you’re sloshed.”

“Are not.”

“I dunno how the bartenders even let ya order more drinks at this point.”

“I got ‘em paid for.”

“Just a popular little birdie hm?”

“But my eyes only on you.”

He quirked his eyebrow, “that’s sweet.”

The two of you talked for a while, the conversation running smoothly to you - which to a sober person, hilarious.

“Are you off soon?” You pestered again, “wanna come home with me?”

“Home with you? You’re drunk, dove. Try again when you’re sober.”

That made you pout, letting out a drawn pout, “but-“

“You don’t even have my number, nor have we interacted anytime other than you coming to the bar.”

“That’s not fair-“

“Sorry,” he hummed, “how about this? Tuesday next week let’s just say around seven-ish. We can meet at that pub just across the street, do some karaoke and see how the night takes us?”

Eagerly nodding, fishing out your phone from your purse, “you- you’s gotta’pu’in m-“ you hiccuped, “my phone s’I can ‘emeber.”

“Anything for you, dove.”

“Buy me food?”

“I’ll send you money.” He hummed softly, “don’t worry about it.”

The date came sooner than expected, it was nerve wracking due to the only time you’ve interacted was during the nights while you were already pretty buzzed.

Now you were waiting at a table, already downing a few drinks to yourself to calm your nerves before he came. You were early - about fifteen minutes early while he arrived five minutes before the dates time.

“Oh? And I thought I liked to be punctual.” Keigo approached the table, wearing a black jacket with a long white shirt underneath with matching black pants, “I see you’ve already ordered something?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know if I should buy you something - I don’t really know what you drink either.” You rubbed the back of your neck, the alcohol didn’t do shit for your nerves.

“Old fashion, or just rye on rocks, I like it strong but flavourful.”

Nodding your head, watching him sit down across from you, “I’ll remember that for next time.”

“And you? Frilly sweet drinks that give you a major hangover the next day?” He eyed up your brightly coloured cocktail

“Preferably, but I don’t mind trying a little of everything.”

Terrible karaoke filled the sub ground; borderline noise pollution at this point in the night, but the dranks flowed as smoothly as the sober-ish conversation between you two.

He spoke up - swirling his small glass of strong-smelling alcohol, “have I told you, you look absolutely radiant tonight. You look gorgeous every time I see you but I love you in something casual rather than your clubbing fits.”

The pre-existing flush on your face deepened at the compliment, a flustered stutter escaping past your lips.

You could tell he was holding his alcohol, already on his fifth drink and exhibiting no symptoms of the effects. His face wasn’t flushed yet, he was laidback with a calm but almost heavy lidded expression.

“I like my clubbing fits.”

“So do I, dove, never said I didn’t.”

“Well… you look handsome tonight.”

The smirk never left his face, instead he leaned forward, “come again?”

“Keigo-“

“Can you blame me? A pretty girl’s complimentin’ me, jus’wanna hear it once more.”

“I tell you all the time when I’m drunk.”

“Psh, this is different, dove.”

“No it’s not, people say drunk words are sober thoughts?”

“Oh really? Now imagine all the things you’ve told me when you’re too drunk to remember.”

“KEIGO?!”

“Oh dove, lower your pretty voice.” He cooed, even though he wasn’t outwardly showing the alcohol effects, his bold and outward words were the big teller, “let’s ditch this place, get something greasy on the way back to mine.”

“Yum, only if you’re paying.”

“Always.”

The two of you stopped by a nearby ‘restaurant’ that was just down the block - ordering your food to go and taking it back to keigo’s place.

The minute you were able to put the food down he took your attention away from it, “fuck the food, come’re instead.”

The lighting was warm and dim, his apartment was plain - a minimalist at his best. Abstract paintings hung on the walls and not a single family photo in sight. There were photos of his friends, of him, but nothing distinct enough for a family resemblance.

Looking at him under the soft lighting, his hair was slightly more messy than when you first saw him, his expression dusted with a flush and a hint of lust, his lips formed in that signature smirk.

He stood confident but relaxed, his jacket already thrown onto the nearest surface while his fingers were ready to hook into his belt to unbuckle it.

“Don’t get nervous now.” Keigo hummed, walking towards you, “all the times you asked to suck my cock? Or when you’d stumble out the bar to my arms and say all these lewd comments?”

Stumbling over your words, becoming increasingly flustered the closer he got, “yeah, but most of those times I’m like blacked out.”

“And I want you to remember me pounding that sweet pussy you keep teasing me with.”

A shiver trailed up your spine from his primal gaze, watching him widen his shoulders to make himself appear wider and larger, puffing out his chest as well.

“Be a good birdie.” He mumbled, “on your knees.”

Instead you slinked off of the chair, taking a few sensual steps towards him. A sudden boost of confidence overriding your nerves.

“I gotta be the ‘good one?” You mumbled, closing in on him; close enough to hear his shallow breaths.

He gulped, his eyes flickering to your lips for a brief moment, “preferably.”

Grabbing a fistful of his collar, tugging him towards you in a firey kiss of dominance - both of you trying to take charge of the situation.

His hands rested on your hips, trailing down to cup your ass while your tongues swirled around each other. Tasting the different alcohol on each’s mouths.

The kiss grew sloppier, your movements as well. Your hands landed on his chest, trailing them down to the hem of his shirt to clear it off of his body. Keigo helped you with the process, breaking apart from the kiss - a lustful expression on his face as he panted.

His bare chest heaving, you were able to see the tuff of chest hair growing in. Blonde and wild, down his torso he had a very light lining of thick tuffs of hair from his naval down below his pants.

“Keep looking like that and I’ll start gettin’ jealous you’re still fully clothed.” He poked, loving to tease at any given opportunity.

“And whatcha gonna do ‘bout that?”

“I’m gonna rip those clothes straight off of ya.”

Letting out an involuntary moan at the thought, you could see his arm hairs shoot up at the sound.

He grabbed you, throwing your body over his shoulder and trailing straight to his bedroom.

“Put me down! Keigo! I can walk on my own!”

“Yeah I know, but sometimes it’s fun to have your feet off the ground.”

From the angle you had, your ass was right by his face but you got to see his back muscles.

With the soft lighting you were able to notice black ink trailing up his back, trying to push yourself up to see the whole picture - he quickly tossed you on the bed before you could.

“I didn’t know you had a back tattoo?”

He hummed, letting out a soft laugh under his breath, “got it when I was wayy young and dumb. Honestly, now that I’m older… it grew kinda sentimental to me.”

“What is it?”

He turned around, he was on the leaner but his muscles were still heavily defined and his back grew bigger. From his lower back up to his shoulder blades were black ribbons of ink forming two big wings.

Your mouth dropped in awe, amazed on the details of the linework and his back in general.

He interluded “Before you ask, enough about me. I want to please you before we start getting to me.”

His eyes were on you, watching your every twitch and ticks like a hawk while he approached your spread legs that hung off the bed, “I hope you’re not attached to your clothes.”

Like they were a piece of paper, he grabbed the collar of your shirt - ripping it in half. The sound of fabric tearing shocked your core, sending a wave of heat down your body but a cold sensation on your now bare skin.

“Do I gotta rip your pants next or can you take them off yourself?”

“I’ll do it!”

Slowly you shimmied off your pants, trying to tease him much like he’s done to you. Before you could go even slower he took charge, pulling them straight off of your body quickly. Not even giving you a chance to react before he took a quick once over your lingerie choice.

Trying to take the opportunity before he completely devoured you, “wait you gotta take off your pants!” A devilish smirk ran across your mouth, climbing off of the bed onto your knees.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, maintaining strong eye-contact with him. With the belt opened, your hands rested on his hips. His breath hitching as he saw your teeth nip the zipper of his fly.

He had never had a girl take off his pants with their mouth, it turned him on to another degree. Feeling his underwear becoming tight around him, his shaft tenting in his pants. Bulging free as the zipper became looser.

When you were able to slip down his pants, looking at his red boxers holding back his twitching length. Keigo’s print ran large, going down to his upper thigh and you could see the way his balls wanted to hang freely.

Keeping that heavy lidded gaze on him, your hot breaths teasing on his cold genitals, “dove, I ain’t the loudest in the room.” He breathed out, low and whispery.

“That’s about to change.”

Deciding to change pace, you tugged his boxers down quickly. Exposing him just as fast as he ripped your shirt off.

Keigo shielded an circumsized cock, growing about to be just roughly below seven inches. It angled upwards and it was rivalling your forearm in matters of how wide he was. You could properly see his happy trailed that connected to his trimmed bush of blonde hair.

Changing the position, pushing him to sit on the bed while you kneel between his legs. Using your spit as lube, your hands wrapped around the base of his cock while your mouth licked up his shaft.

The smell of sex lingered in the air while you sucked him off, watching his face contort in pleasure but his voice remained empty.

Your tongue swirled around his length, hands stroking his base and mouth sucking in like he was some sweet lollipop ready to get to the even sweeter inside.

His hands clenched the bed beside him, huffs of breaths escaping out. Trying to control his mind before he got hazy.

It only took a little while longer before you felt him thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat as he spurted his hot cum down it. It was thick and salty, a bitter taste on your tastebuds but you managed to choke it down.

You crawled up from between his legs, taking dominance by straddling his lap. Grinding against his half-hard member to make it fully erect once again. His eyes weren’t glossed over, meaning that he still had a few more round in him before he was spent.

“Condom?” He mumbled, already reaching for his nightstand

You hand reached his, bringing it back to your side, “don’t worry your pretty little feathers over a condom. I’m on birth control.”

Keigo let out a solid hum, nodding his head as he watched you slide your panties to the side, the tip aligned to your entrance, “you like cock-warming?” You whispered into his ear, kissing the parts that weren’t pierced.

“I’d prefer to fuck fast.”

“Well that’s too damn bad.”

You sunk onto him, taking him all in your wet canal. Moaning softly into his ear as he stretched you out, his base way thicker than the tip of him. You could feel his cock tickling your g-spot.

The longer you stayed ontop of him, refusing to move until he was reduced to putty under your grasp. Every tremble of your legs or when he would try to force a thrust into there - it only heightened your combined sensitivity.

“Cmon.” He growled, “fuckin’ move already, I’m sick of this waiting around shit.”

A part of you wanted to obey, the other half wanting to dominate. Coming to a compromise you moved your hips in small, shallow bobs, his girth rubbing against your sweet spot while his tip grazed your cervix. Feeling his cock straining inside of you, the small feelings of pleasure overwhelming his senses.

You let this going for another five minutes, making sure to count down every tick of the hands of his watch.

He gripped your face, baring his teeth slightly. Keigos eyes were sharp, almost cold and certainly unimpressed as he tried to mask his pleasure.

“Fuck this.”

Groping your hips tightly, his cock remained in you as he flipped position so he was ontop of you. Immediately starting the brutal thrusts, watching your mouth open with shock then overwhelmed by his actions.

His hips snapped into yours fast, loud noises filling up the room. Your moans leaking out with every thrust.

Keigo’s one hand reached up, trapping your hands above his head, “you think you’re sneaky? I was only playing nice to make you feel good about yourself” his mouth attacked your breasts while he rammed his cock into your sweet, tight pussy.

“Now-“ thrust “-I’m gonna-“ thrust “fuck your cunt like-” squelch “some whore on the street.” Thrussst.

Keigo was a dirty talker, absolutely vile as he degraded you, “your cunts so fucking wet, I can feel the way I stretch it out.”

“Mmm- yes- keg’s-“

“Shut the fuck up” He hummed, trailing kissed up to your shoulders, “fuck-“ thrust “tight-“

Whines left your mouth, turned on by the way his words affected you. Clenching around him, “I thought you weren’t vocal?”

“I don’t moan, dove. Doesn’t mean I can’t talk at all, what are you, Stupid?” He slapped the inside of your thigh, the pain striking to your core as you tightened up around him once more.

“Oh? The slut liked to be slapped like that? Should’a known from the way you sloppily beg for me when you’re fuckin’ drunk.”

“I don’t beg-“ you tried again, earning another slap in the same spot.

He angled himself higher than before, slamming into you harder than he has, “I told you,” keigo slapped your thigh, earning himself a loud whimper from you, “shut” another slap “the fuck” two more, harsher than before, “up.”

“Please keigo- please- that hurts-“ tears pricked your eyes, but despite it you weren’t telling him ‘no’ or to ‘stop’

“I told you to shut up and yet you keep that pathetic blabbering.”

Feeling his cock pulsating inside of you, sweat forming onto his forehead and his muscles bulging. It was an easy tell he was close to cumming once more, “fine, if you won’t shut up then I’ll make you scream my name till you lose your voice.”

Every time his hips connected with yours, he would watch the way your tits bounce, bottoming out inside of your each time as he pushed you to your climax.

“Now you wanna be quiet? You’re the loudest in the fucking club,” he raised his hand, a warning that he was going to slap your thigh once more.

Your eyes widened, legs trembling and heart pounding, “no, no, no, wait.” You tried to move your hands from his grasp, “I’ll be loud, please, please keigo-“

“Then call out my name.”

“Keigo!” You whined, softly at first. Gaining confidence as your orgasm approached, “keigo- I’m so close I’m close please don’t stop, mmmm, fuck! kegs-“

“Keep on,” he edged on, watching the drool start to form at your lips, eyes glossed over and a dumb expression starting to take over.

You kept repeating his name with every thrust, your volume rising to the point it would cause a noise complaint or two.

“Cum in me, keigo.” You loudly whined, “fill me up with your hot seed, please fill up my pussy.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck my cum into your aching cunt? Dispose of it inside your aching cunt?” He edged on, his movements growing stiff, listening to you call out his name as you orgasmed around his cock.

He quickly followed pursuit, filling you up with his liquid batter and fucking it into your cervix. Once your screams died down he pressed his lips onto yours - a sloppy kiss to help bring you down from your high, teeth clashing and tongues swirling against one another.

The two of you finished with each other. Keigo pulled away from your lips, his cock warming inside of you as a string of saliva from your mouths connected the two of you together.

“That’s hot.” He mumbled, using his tongue to swirl it up. Pulling out of you with a loud pop, the white cum spilling out of your pussy onto the bed underneath.

“You’re hot.”

“I know.”

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“Bro this shirts so fucking ugly.” You mumbled, legs spread on either side of Izuku’s hips, clutching at his plain white shirt that literally said ‘shirt’

“Don’t be dissing on my shit.” He mumbled, his hands on your hips while he laid back on the couch, “I’ve had this shirt since I was a teenager, if it works it works.”

“Yeah but it’s so… plain… literally you’re plain.”

“Oh ouch.” He laughed, the movement of his laughter making you bounce softly, “it’s comfy, it’s stylish, if it’s plain so be it. Guess I’m forever plain.”

“Plain-zuku mid-doryia.”

“How about shut up and… hop on this thang.”

“Izuku!” You slapped his chest but he quickly caught your wrist, pulling you closer to his chest while his free hand groped your ass.

He leaned in close to your ear, “I had a long ass day at work, I’m sore all over and my brain hurts. Maybe I just want a little sugar from my beautiful wife.”

Izuku squeezed your ass a little tighter, his big hand cupping your covered cheek, “and seeing you in one of my shirts? In those cute panties of yours and nothing else—“ he let out a sharp whistle, “lucky I get to come home to this.”

“It’s called being comfy.”

“Yeah and being comfy is when you’re the most sexy.”

You felt him nip your ear, kissing down your jaw. The stubble on his face scratching at your skin. It didn’t bother you though, focused on the fact that you could feel his cock hardening under you - tenting in his pants in the best possible way.

“Why do you even wear clothes?” He mumbled, his hand tracing under the shirt against your flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“Because it would be public indecency if our neighbours saw my naked figure in the windows.”

“I’ll tint them,” Izuku intercepted, “make it so only you can see out the windows and no one can see it. I’ll add blinds so thick that not even some guy with X-ray could see - I dunno, fuck, whatever you need I’ll do it for you.”

“Tint them and I’ll think about walking around naked.”

“Done,” he whispered, touching your softened nipples. Feeling them start to harden and pebble under his fingertips.

Izuku kept kissing your neck down to your shoulders, gently rubbing your nipples that rode waves of pleasure down to your core.

“And what about the dinner that’s simmering?”

“Let it burn, don’t care. I’ll order us something.”

That made you let out a soft huff of laughter, “why do you always act like a delinquent when it comes to sex and fighting.”

“I do not!” He shied, pausing his movements, “sorry, I’ll be softer.”

And softer he was, his movements, his kisses, the longing in his eyes were softer than you could ever imagine. He handled you with such care and gentleness it almost made you weak.

“Let’s get this off ya.” He whispered, tugging your shirt off of your body, admiring your bare skin that was ontop of him, “lift your hips.”

You did what he said, watching him shimmy down his pants. His hardened cock springing up, hitting the lower half of his stomach before springing up, resting against your pubic area.

Feeling him twitch against your skin, looking down to see his pre-cum starting to gather at the slit of his tip, threatening to spill down the side.

“You’re making me nervous when you analyze me like that.” He mumbled, used to the blindfolds and the eye masks he would usually put on you.

“But you literally mumble out analytics when we have sex?”

“It’s different! I’m appreciative of what you’re giving me! Letting me do! You just stare and it makes me flustered - even though we’ve been married for years not used to it!” He whined, trying to cover his face with his eyes, “you’re so pretty it makes me nervous still.”

“‘Zuku” you mumbled, feeling your heat leave a pool of slick against him, “stop talking and touch me.”

Your hands aggressively grabbed his, placing them on your breasts. He did exactly what you said, groping your chest, thumbs rubbing against your nipples. He leaned up, giving himself enough leverage to kiss at your warm skin.

You could feel his cock itching to be touched, used, drained. While he caressed your boobs, you wrapped your hands around his member, listening to him shutter - his breath hitching as you slowly stroked him.

“Nngh- babe-“ he whined, giving you pleasure that was equal.

“I love seeing you squirm.”

Izukus whole body twitched, goosebumps evident all over his body and a furious blush on his face. His hair was sticking up wildly, some of his bands sticking to his face from the sweat build-up. He could already feel his resolve breaking, looking up at you like you were some angel sitting on him.

His eyes wandering all over your body, not an inch of skin that was left unseen.

Then the mumbling started, long unpaused ranting that was under his breath. It was too fast for you to make-out but his movements were becoming harsher, faster, and more desperate.

Before you knew it, he flipped your position. Your ass up in the air as he kneeled behind you, his tip perfectly lined up to your wet, aching entrance that was ready to be stretched. His big hands were wrapped around your hips, a focused look on his face as he slid himself in.

You both simultaneously let out a collective whine - he was moaning from your walls clenching around his girth - you were whining from his cock stretching you out in unimaginable ways. Practically splitting you in two every time you fucked.

Izuku knew the drill, slow, shallow thrusts at first but when he got lost into the pleasure and the slutty mewls coming out of your mouth he couldn’t help it - a fast pace now set as he precisely slammed against your cervix, rubbing against your g-spot repeatedly.

You couldn’t hold back your moans, loud and unapologetic as you whimpered with each thrust. The buildup was fast, feeling it crashing down to your core. Your free hand went between your legs, desperately rubbing at your clit as you bounced against his hips.

He watched your ass ripple with every thrust, using his left hand to leave a sharp smack. Every-time he slapped your ass he could feel you clench down tighter, motivating him to make you orgasm from his cock alone.

Izuku bent over, his chest pressed against your back as he humped you harshly, the unity of his cock in your vagina letting out lewd squelching sounds from the air escaping.

He let out drawn out whines and moans, “so, tight. All mine, like a puzzle piece I wanna screw all night.”

Izuku kept nipping at your shoulders, his hands by your head as he caged you in like a primal animal. His soft kisses contradicting his brash movements.

“‘Zuku-“ you mewled, “fuck yes baby, just like that, right there don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t plannin’n stoppin’” he slurred out closely to your ear, “if I still had my quirk I’d be fucking you so hard you’d be screaming and everyone would hear it.” His words became harsh, his desire to be gentle was thrown out the window.

“You’re so fucking tight, it makes me want to stretch your pussy out to the point my hand could fit in there”

He kept mumbling to himself, letting you hear his dirty talk, “if I didn’t know you better I’d assume your’e some slut desperate for my cock. Such a pretty girl making some pretty fuckin’ sounds.”

That only drove you closer to the edge, “hun- I’m close.”

You could feel his smile against your shoulder, now drilling into you to the point your mind started to haze. Izuku knew how to fuck you dumb and he loved it, listening to your ongoing vocals, watching your body convulse under him.

“G’d, m’too.” He grunted, “wanna cum on my fat cock? Wanna cum on daddy’s pulsating cock?” He growled out, “be louder for me or else I’ll stop fucking your cunt entirely.”

“M’ready loud.” You slurred, unable to form proper sentences,

“Louder.”

You felt him start to slow down to an agonizing pace, “no! No I’m sorry go back go back I was close!” Becoming obnoxious loud once more, feeling him fasten his pace - you kept being loud for his pressure.

“Good girl. Be loud, just like that.” He praised, his hips slamming against your ass.

“Close- close, baby close.” You whined, your hands wrapped around his wrists to try and keep you grounded.

“Cum for me.” He whispered into your ear, sucking on your neck.

He felt you tighten like he’s never felt before, making his own cum spirt into you but he didn’t stop the thrusts, feeling you ride out your high on his member.

Izuku pulled out, twitching dick as cum dripped down his shaft - watching the mixture of orgasmic fluids drip out of your entrance in gushes of waves.

“So…. What’s for dinner?” He laughed, getting up to clean you up.

“Another round of pussy.” You mumbled, catching his wrist and tugging him back onto the couch.

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“Oh okay.” Denki mumbled, leaving you behind with a friendly pat on the shoulder.

You were a nervous wreck walking towards Kirishima in the cold, sobbing, down pouring rain. The droplets pelting your clear umbrella, after-math splashing onto your skin and clothes.

The closer you got the more your heart drummed against your chest. He didn’t stare at you, instead looking off in the distance whilst he kicked the dirt under his shoes.

Your umbrella overlapped Kirishima, providing extra coverage over the two of you.

His hair was down, untamed, soft launching eye bags with a posture that lacked his usual confidence.

Before you could speak, he beat you to it, “look. I’m sorry.” His lower lip trembled, clutching the stem of the umbrella tighter.

“Why?” You whispered, heart hurting for him.

“I’m-“ he choked up, “I’m scared.”

You paused, watching the way he refused to look you in the eyes, “why? Scared of what?”

“Scared of loving you, scared of losing you, scared of putting my all into us and—“

Letting him take his time - Kirishima was the type of man to cry infront of his peers, not afraid to wear his emotions so, “I think back about the time- the fuckin’ war- when I saw you laying there…”

Feeling your own throat tighten, memories you’d like to forget about and yet he was the one struggling with your own trauma.

“It- what if I loose you like that again? What if I-“

“But you won’t.” You mumbled softly, “you shouldn’t be scared of the future, especially one where I’m not in it.”

His voice trembled, breathing shaky, “it’s not that. It’s the fact I didn’t do anything, I was too cowardly to protect you when you needed me the most. Every day I look at you - every day I’m reminded of my failures as a man, as a person.”

Watching his expression, the way he tried to hold himself together - it was depressing.

“Why’d you go on another date with a girl?” You mumbled, picking at the frayed threads of the wrist-cuff.

“I felt bad for saying no.” Kirishima cleared his throat, trying to stop the bubble from spilling over, “she was some hopeless girl, second year - I felt like… she gave me her all so I had to try… maybe it would have distracted me from thinking about you.”

Nodding your head, it was like him to have a big heart for those who give him returned passion.

“I don’t like her, I tried - I just- I keep coming back to you. To our shared nights, when you’d confide in me and I feel like I betrayed you.”

“You did.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Kirishima begged, letting out a choked sob, “I didn’t want to hurt you, I didn’t mean to hurt you - I was confused, I was hurting too…”

staying silent, pity on your face as you watched the man in front of you sob. He continued his ramblings,

“I’ve never been a man- I- I was a coward for the longest time. I was fucking depressed, I wanted to die. Everyday I told myself I was inadequate to my peers, that I didn’t deserve anything until I became who I am now… but, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve this still, that I don’t deserve you.”

Unable to handle it, you dropped your umbrella - joining him under his.

“Eijirou…” you cupped his face, “you deserve the world and more, you’re so manly, you’re so brave.” Whispered words, he felt a pang in his heart, “but you hurt me when you ignored me, when you randomly acted like I didn’t exist to to you.”

“I did that because I wanted to protect you from a coward like me.”

“But you’re not a coward. Do you know how many lives you saved? How you saved me…” You wiped never ending flow of tears, “stop looking down on yourself.”

“You make me feel things that I’m scared of.” He mumbled through the tears, “as a man, I don’t know how to… do this, do us.”

Kirishima bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, I’m sorry for not protecting you, I’m sorry for all my mistakes and my ignorance. A true man wouldn’t treat a lady like how I’ve done to you - crimson riot wouldn’t stand for what I have done.”

Looking in his eyes, the complexity of the world on his shoulders slowly draining the life out of him. His burdens spilling out of him, exposing his deepest insecurities of not being that protector he dreamed to be.

You felt silly, heartbroken over a man who didn’t even mean to hurt you, heartbroken over a man who was just as scared, hurt and broken as you, “I’m sorry for assuming you hated me.”

“I could never.” His words were fast, “I could never hate a woman like you - i’m such a fucking idiot.”

“Can you stop being scared to love me?”

It was whispered words under your bated breath, but the world seemed to slow. It felt like the droplets stopped mid-air, your breath slowing and his expression frozen with shock.

Eijirou didn’t know how to respond, stumbling over his words. The light in his puffy eyes seemed to grow, chin no longer trembling but the tears remained streaming, “can you love me?” His breath hitched, terrified of rejection, “All of me?”

“I can love all of you and I will.” You mumbled, swiping the slowing tears once more before you smashed your lips against his.

With his free hand available, it went to your hip. Using it in a way to ground himself while he still held the umbrella steady.

Nevertheless he melted into the kiss, letting you take the lead. It wasn’t a long kiss, it was sweet and passionate from the built up emotions over years.

This kiss was something you day-dreamed about, something you yearned for and now you finally got it. Feeling him melt deeply into the kiss before he broke it off, despite his red puffy eyes from the crying - he had a large smile and a soft blush on his cheek.

“You… I… I should have done that sooner.” He mumbled, picking up your umbrella for you, “we should go inside before you catch a cold…”

“She seems excited.” He pointed out, making sure not a single drop of rain touched your sugarful skin.

“She’s more excited than I am.”

He laughed, looking at you while you stared forward, “I bet she is.”

The minute the door shut behind the two of you, Eijiro took the opportunity to swipe your phone out of your hand. Turning you to face him as his large hands rested under your ass, lifting you up that way your legs could wrap around his hips.

He placed your back against the door, “you don’t know how many times I imaged you like this. I’ve been waiting for this day since you’ve bit me.” His voice was low, raspy but still sweet.

“Eijiro-“ you tried to speak, flustered about the situation and sudden height difference.

Kirishima let out a soft whine, using his strength to pin you to the door - a free hand escaping to lift your shirt.

When he was about to reveal your bra, your hand stopped him. Cupping his face and bringing him into a fiery make out.

Teeth clashed together, whimpers and whines mixing together into an unrecognizable audio. His free hand wandered your body while yours grounded yourself by holding his muscular shoulders.

He moved from the door to the bed, laying you down gently against the bedsheets - refusing to break the kiss yet as his tongue tasted your mouth.

Kirishima gained the confidence to lead, wanting to be the man in charge and prove what he was capable of.

“D’ya like giving head?” He asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his actions. You nodded your head, watching him undo his belt - the antagonizing sound of the zipper drawing a bolt of heat between your legs.

“Sit up for me.” He guided gently, taking off his pants.

It was obvious about his size, half-cut cock hiding behind his black boxers. A darker stain of pre-cum dampened by his lower thigh. The outline of his growing cock made you salivate, wanting to take him now.

You grabbed the waistband of his boxers, making a Loud drawn out gasp come from him.

Palming his twitching dick, Kirishima proved to be vocal - going louder with every pleasurable movement and quieting down when unfavourable techniques were used.

You slipped his boxers down, his cock springing out, limping against his thigh from the weight of his girthy length, pre cum already spilling out of the slit of his bulbous tip.

“Taste it.” He shyly mumbled, trying to stay confident in himself and his abilities.

He knew it was intimating to look at - on the heavy side, his penis hung while he walked, big balls and a thick, veiny cock that he grew insecure of.

What Eijiro didn’t expect was to you to lick down his black haired treasure trail, to the base of his erect member all the way to his rounded slick tip.

“Fuck-“ he hissed, placing his hand on the back of your head. Interlacing his fingers with your hair but using the movement as a sign of presence and not for moving your head manually.

Licking underneath his sensitive head - “fuck! Not there!” Kirishima immediately protested but his twitching dick said other wise.

Licking the salty pre-cum, it only added to your on-growing slick between your legs. Taking his girth into your mouth, almost too big to wrap your lips around.

You bobbed your head, watching his face tick and twitch with the pleasure.

“Nggh-hah-“ he breathed out, chest heaving and thighs trembling. His hand on the back of your head to remind you in any moment he could take charge.

Kirishima moved his thigh, wanting to squeeze you in with your mouth deep on his length - but he resisted, instead abruptly shoving your head down against his flesh, making you sputter and your throat burn.

He kept you there, length hitting the back of your throat. Eyes watering and drool dripping down your chin, “pretty- so- fuckin’ pretty on my cock like that.” He slurred out, drunk off of watching you suck his dick like that.

The moment he let you breath, you gasped for air. Wet tears involuntary falling down you cheeks, “shit, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He cooed, wiping the wet stains off of your face.

You shook your head, “no, it was just a little… too much… you’re so big.”

Eijiro let out a sheepish laugh, looking at his twitching-hung-cock, “I’m a big guy, ya’know…”

He watched you undo your pants, slipping them off to reveal the black-boarded laced red underwear - it made him groan at the sight.

Kirishima immediately devoured you, kissing all over your skin, licking soft spots and touching your sensitive areas.

He felt your nipple pebble under his touch, rubbing it softly - almost teasingly just to listen to you mewl and moan under him.

“You’re so sensitive, is this for me?” He mumbled, biting down on your shoulders while he nubbed your nipple, his free hand skimming over your flesh down to your wet panties, “and you’re wet. I hope no other man could make you feel this way.” His words were more aggressive but he handled you with such gentleness.

“It’s- it’s all for you.” You mewled out, tilting your head back to give him more access to your skin, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Ei” you whined out.

“How long?”

“Since I first laid eyes on you.” Your cunt raised into his palm, trying to hump his thick fingers, “fuck- I-nngh-“

He slid your panties to the side, “that long?” Kissing your breasts gently, “why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Cause I didn’t- I thought- fuck-“

He slapped your clothed cunt “Use your words.”

“I didn’t want to get rejected.”

Eijiro pecked your lips, his fingers sliding between the folds of your pussy gathering the wet slick onto his fingertips, “but look at us now…”

He brought his wet fingers up to his lips, licking off your heat while he maintained eye contact, “we could have gotten to this part a lot faster.”

“Yeah- but-“

He slapped your ass, lifting you up once more. Your legs hoisted on his shoulders as he held your ass for leverage, your pelvis pressed against his member.

With your panties slid to the side, he was able to push his tip against your entrance.

It made you nervous, thinking about taking his above average length into your small entrance. Everything about Kirishima was big, from his hair down to the large shoes he wears.

Now seeing his fully hard length- he wasn’t just a shower but he grew too.

“Ready?” He mumbled out, watching your face for any resistance

“Yes, just…. Be slow.” You mumbled softly

He placed a kiss to your calf, sliding himself in with a long groan.

“You’re so fucking- nnnghhhh- tight.” He mumbled, bottoming out inside you before his balls could touch, “small too”

You hands touched his chest, gripping at his shirt to keep you stable, “wait- wait slow.”

Eijiro nodded, waiting for your signal to move. Once he had permission he slowly dragged out of you, all of his shaft brushing against your g-spot, ripping a moan out of your throat.

The more he pressed against your sweet spot the drunker he got off of sex. Wanting to pound your pussy until you were crying for him to stop.

He was a man, a man with instincts to take care of you in the way no body else could.

Without waiting for your orders he began to thrust quickly, pumping himself in and out of your sopping cunt.

The mixture of your lewd sounds fuelled his drive, watching you loll yourself into another dimension as he fucked you whilst holding you so gently.

“You’re so beautiful” he grunted out, followed by a string of praises as he watched you come undone

Kirishima felt his own orgasm leading up. He tried to postpone it by thinking about different topics but when he felt you clench around him, it made his head spin.

“Not so-“ he moaned, “-tight. You’re gunna make me cum early.”

“Fuck- I’m gonna-“ you whined, ignorant to your volume.

His teeth sunk into your calf as the two of you came together, hot white liquid spewing out of your hole and onto his cock.

“That’s hot.” He mumbled, taking a mental image to remember that.

“Did you use a condom?” You mumbled softly, dazed from the overwhelming pleasure

He pulled out, a satisfying popping noise from the pressure being released. More orgasmic fluid spilling out.

His face went red with embarrassment, “no, shit.. I’m sorry I forgot. We’ll have to buy some…”

“I think I’ll just have to go on birth control.”

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“They heard us.”

“Who cares, it’s a man taking care of his lover.” He gripped your hips more, pulling you into his arms, “now stay in bed and stop moving.”

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“Oh, baby.” She cooed, looking at your dishevelled form. Eye bags are starting to take their toll, darkening under your eyes. Your hair looked matted, and it seemed like you weren’t taking care of yourself

Mina looked over to your desk, papers scattered all over the floor and surface - sitting on top of the homework and assignments was the dinner she brought you from today. Still full with minimum bites taken out of the food.

“Love will only kill ya’ if you let it. You gotta stop obsessing.” She mumbled, helping you back to your bed.

“But he was so close to me, I- I know I kept brushing us off as friends but I felt something.”

She nodded, laying beside you as she petted your hair, “I know, I could see it.”

“The day of the banquet he let me sleep in his bed, he cuddled me, fuck-“ you nuzzled into her arms, ‘lil E’ hiding under your bed, “he bit me. It was on accident he was sleepy but- he let me bite him back. It was so…” you trailed off, feeling the overwhelming urge to cry start to clench at your throat, “it was so fucking intimate.”

“I knew I saw a mark on your shoulder.” She couldn’t help but tease, it was in her nature to love the drama and gossip, “I didn’t want to say anything cause you tried to cover it with makeup, but i definitely noticed.”

You couldn’t help it, a choked sob escaping your lips, “how could he do this to me? Why is he ignoring me like I’m some whore off the street?”

Mina choked up with you, “I dunno baby, you’re so sweet. The sweetest girl I’ve ever met, you deserve the world and if he can’t give it to you then that’s okay. I’ll find you someone better.” She wiped her your tears, “plus you have a fan club already! I’m sure one would love to be with you!” Mina tried to lighten the mood, giving a soft giggle.

It made you chuckle softly, “I guess so… I just, want closure”

“You will.”

The more the days passed the depressed you got. Every time you looked at Eijiro he seemed bright and happy, laughing with the classmates and joking around with his close circle.

You looked worse, his friends took pity (minus Bakugo). It wasn’t until one day he came back late holding a chocolate box and a homemade card that made you break.

Over hearing them talking about his ‘date’ with a girl from the support class. The same girl he mentioned a few times with you that wouldn’t stop messaging him.

You felt your heart crack at the conversation.

“How was she? Did you have fun?!” Denki immediately bombarded Kirishima, pulling him over to the couch.

“She’s cute and she liked the flowers I bought.”

“Oh? Flowers? How fancy.” Sero butted in, the conversation growing hushed to the point you couldn’t hear it anymore.

Almost dropping momo’s expensive glass tea-pot, she took notice, “careful!” Before she could go on her shpeal about the origins of the kettle, her eyes caught sight of your distraught face, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing wrong-“ you tried, feeling your heart almost stop, “I’m fine.”

“You look like you saw a ghost…” momo started, ready to comfort you.

Instead, you ran to your room - isolating yourself further than you needed to be.

Wanting to destroy your phone, smash it into tiny pieces and never see him again, to burry yourself in a hole and talk to nobody for the rest of your life.

You felt like you were being teared apart from the inside.

Soon enough you were taking a mental health leave from school - something they now took a bit more seriously after the war.

Giving you two days off, it just meant isolation for yourself to ignore your problems and neglect your friendships.

You gotten texts from your friends, of course your classmates noticed your absence. The lack of your presence in the common room or during dinner - as well as your daily classes.

Yet, the most important person still haven’t checked in on you and you couldn’t understand why.

Maybe he figured out you liked him and he didn’t reciprocate the feelings.

Maybe he found out something that turned him off of you, making him ignore you.

The thoughts pondered all night, constantly on loop. It was torture to your brain, to your already little will to do anything.

“Knock knock.” His voice whispered as he snuck into your room, “I had to literally tip-toe up here like a fucking spy. I lowkey feel like a crime fighter.”

“You are a crime fighter.”

He slapped his forehead, closing the door, “shit, bro. Ball knowledge.”

He was a ball of light, making you laugh with his unfinished sentences of gibberish.

Denki grabbed the red dragon plush from under your bed, “who’s this guy? He’s fucking fat bro.”

“That’s…” you felt a ping in your heart, “just a dragon.”

“Yeah? He’s a fatass tho.” He laughed, pushing you over to the other side of your bed.

“Hey!” You laughed, pushing him back. It felt good to finally let out a loud genuine chuckle.

“What’s got you in the dumps babygirl?”

That made you sigh loudly, “nothing, it’s stupid anyways.”

Denki rolled his eyes, moving the plushes head to correspond with his mouth, “c’mon! We all know it’s not nothing! Like seriously, babe, stop being emo and talk to me!”

“I won’t even talk to my best friend what makes you think I want to talk to you?”

“Because I’m like literally awesome, and…” he got suddenly quiet, a look of genuine softness on his face, “I understand love troubles, do you know how many chicks I’ve tried to talk to only to get rejected or ghosted? If you want advice I’ll give you advice but I know how it feels to just… want to lock yourself away from heartbreak.”

Sighing, this time a softer one than annoyance, “it’s just… I really, really like this guy and I thought he liked me too but now he’s ignoring me and literally went on a date with another girl.”

He was about to speak up but you continued, “and I understand our hangouts weren’t considered dates but they can’t be considered to be nothing because they meant something to me. I went four fucking heard obsessing and loving this guy who barely noticed me to then becoming close friends with him and so… intimate in a way that felt real… raw and now it’s basically flushed away and I don’t know how to fix it or what I did.”

“Babygirl.” Denki pputed, his heart breaking for you, “this is about Ei, right? He’s the only person you’d look at with such admiration for.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Extremely obvious.” He mumbled, pulling you into a soft hug, “look… I can’t talk on behalf of Ei, it’s.. complicated. But I can assure you, you did nothing wrong. I’ll promise the whole world, please believe me.”

You started to tear up, “then why won’t he even look my way.”

“His feelings are big… they’re overwhelming - I don’t want to play devils advocate but as a friend of his, he’s playing off his own feelings so he doesn’t drown in them.” Denki kissed your forehead, playing with the loose strands of your hair.

“I know it sucks, baby girl. It fucking hurts like a bitch. Sometimes people need space to process their feelings, just like you’ve been having space to process yours.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, “then why did he go on a date with a random girl?”

“That’s a story for him to tell.”

“So why is acting like he’s so fucking chipper all the time when apparently he’s overwhelmed.”

“Because that’s how he always was.”

You leaned into him more, your deadweight being supported by the electric blonde, “this sucks.”

Denki supported you with ease, physically and emotionally, “I know, babygirl. Everyone loves you, though. They miss seeing your gorgeous face lighting up the room…”

You stayed silent, drowning in your own insecurities to understand the weight of his words.

“Tomorrow join us for classes? Please? We love you… I love you, I’ll stay by your side all day if you need.”

Not wanting to feel his hurt any longer, wanting to regain your strength and happiness - you nodded, agreeing to his plan.

The next day, it was a gloomy Friday. Pouring rain, drenching the sidewalk and adding onto your depressive mood.

The rain was so fast that your umbrella seemed to be ineffective.

Classes dragged on more than normal, hanging out with your friends seemed to drain you - of course Mina forgave you once she saw how bad you’ve let yourself become (she was never one for grudges).

Kirishima still seemed to ignore you, in a crowded room his eyes scanned over yours instead of actively searching for you like he once did.

Just like Denki promised, he stuck by your side. Trying to become the comedic relief in your story, doing his absolute best to keep a long-termed smile on your face.

“I love the smell of rain but I hate the stupid wetness.” He complained, walking back with you to the dorms, “do you ever think people with weather quirks are actually the one controlling the weather?”

“Uh… no not really?” You hummed back, “it freaks me out to think that people literally have powers so I try not to question it often.”

“True. So freaky. I wonder if someone out there has a penis enlargement quirk.”

“What the fuck?”

Denki raised his hands in defense, “I’m just putting it out there!”

“Just for that you’re walking beside me privileges are revoked.”

That got a loud drawn out whine from him, “fine! I’ll walk behind you!”

All though, you could feel his eyes staring at your skirt, “fuck off perv!”

“Go on ahead.” You mumbled to Denki, “I just got a text from Ei… he wants to talk…”

“What really?!” He tried to peak at your phone, “you’re gonna be okay by yourself?”

Nodding your head, you let in a shaky breath. In the distance you could see the red-headed sharp toothed boy standing under his umbrella.

“I’ll be fine.”

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You didn’t knock anymore, when he said his door was unlocked that usually meant you’re welcomed without having to introduce yourself.

Walking in, he immediately greeted you. Standing up from his desk to envelop you with a side hug, “you look tired.”

“I am. I didn’t even sleep all night, I swear I was tossing and turning.”

His face was flushed, glossy from the sweat wanting to spill out of his pores. The room itself felt stuffy with humidity, smelling like body oder and sweat.

Kirishima opened the bed for you, watching you snuggle into his camo blanket while clutching ‘lil E’ tightly in your arms, “you’re that excited for the banquet?”

Yawning loudly, he watched you with amusement as you yawned through your sentence, “yeah, it’s gonna be televised - plus my new hero outfit? I hope I don’t make an ass outta myself.”

“Oh? You said you got it fitted better right? More protection?” He sat at the desk once more, talking to you while shifting his focus to the scattered papers on his desk, “you won’t make an ass outta yourself, plus I’m pretty sure we’re sitting at the same table so I’ll be beside you if you get nervous.”

That relaxed you, in-fact, just being around him was a relaxant. He was like your personal melatonin - ever since kirishima taken care of you when you had the fever, it was like he was becoming a safe space.

“You’re too sweet.”

“Don’t mention it, I try.” He shrugged off, sheepishly running his hand through his bed-headed red hair.

Instead of being met with a response, he heard heavy breathing instead; you fell asleep just as quickly as you came over.

Kirishima set an alarm for nine-thirty, closing his books and getting in the bed beside you - pulling you closely in his arms, ‘lil E’ smushed between you two.

Having enough wiggle room to turn off his alarm and fish your phone, looking at a stream of texts from Mina.

“Psst… Ei.” You whispered, trying to shake him awake, “we gotta get up.”

He grumbled something, pulling you in tighter - he was known as one of the heavy sleepers in the class, waking him up was a little difficult.

“Eijiro.” You tried again, shifting in his grasp to have some kind of breathing room, “c’mon, get up. I have to get ready for the day.”

Kirishima groaned loudly, clearly displeased at the thought of having to leave the warm bed, “now? Can’t you wait?”

“I can’t.” You laughed softly, pushing his red hair out of his face, “I have an appointment around one, doing my makeup takes an hour and I still have to shower and do my hair.”

“You’re pretty as it is, stay in bed for longer and go as you are.”

Giggling once more, you tried to take his arms off of you: he didn’t let that happen. Instead he tightened his grip, clutching your shorts with his hand.

“Eijiro.” You whined, music to his ears, “let me up, I have to go.”

Kirishima dipped his face into the nook of his shoulder, nose nuzzled against your neck, “Not yet.”

Your legs were tangled with his, caged by his strong grasp.

Until.

You let out a sharp hiss, “did you just bite me?!”

That seemed to wake him up, he jerked his head back with a sheepish look of guilt on his face, “fuck, I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking.”

He traced the mark with his eyes, it wasn’t bruising like a hickey would, but his teeth were prominently etched in your skin, “it’s not that bad… I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll try to cover it with makeup or something.” You tried to reassure, cupping his face gently, “seriously, don’t feel bad. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“You can bite me back! Or like… something equivalent to it.” He tried to make up for it, ready to take off his shirt for free range.

Mulling over the options, you knew he wouldn’t stop until the two of you were equal - deciding to take the opportunity, “I’ll bite.”

He eagerly nodded, untangling himself from your grip to sit up properly. His shirt flying off his body, it gave your eyes time to wander as you followed his lead.

Eijiro was no longer the lean boy you once knew, instead he’s grown into his muscles. Defined abs, larger pectoral muscles with a hefty back. Biceps that were always prominent despite him resting and wide shoulders he held with pride and confidence.

With him being so muscular, it brought ‘flaws’ into his skin. Stretch marks around his hips, arms and you’d assume his back.

Scars graced his skin, some fresh but most were deep, long and healed. From the navel of his torso down to the waistband of his basketball shorts was a trail of thick straight black hair - it made you feel flustered to see him so intimately like this.

“Take your pick. I don’t mind being bitten.” He tried to comfort, noticing the look of shock on your face, “it doesn’t hurt me anyways.”

Nodding, moving closer to him. He helped with the guidance, hands hovering over your hips as if it was a danger to touch you.

Your lips hovered over his shoulder, just around the same place he bit you. It was a difficult to decide where to bite, debating between his shoulder and his bicep.

Maybe next time you can bite him all over.

Sinking your teeth into his tanned skin, you heard him let out the tiniest whine. His big hands engulfing your hips, squeezing firmly but still so gentle not to hurt you, “fuckk…” he drew out, feeling your teeth branding his skin.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, dragging your thumb over the mark - glancing into his half-lidded eyes.

“You could never hurt me, you’re too sweet.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know enough.” Kirishima slowly let go of your hips, “you need to get ready, you said your appointments at one?”

It was already ten fifteen, giving you two hours to get ready.

Your eyebrows furrowed, not wanting to give up this moment for a stupid final dress fitting, “yeah, I gotta go.”

Kirishima sighed, “I’ll see you later, we can always hangout another time. We live in the same building.” He flashed you his signature bright smile, helping you to the door, “have fun”

The routine was simple, full body shave, exfoliation, hair washed, mani and a pedi, makeup, hair tucked away until tonight - finally meeting Mina in the common room.

She let out a whistle, “fuckin’ finally. Ya’ took for-eva.”

“That’s not my fault.” You mumbled, walking beside her.

“Is he worried about you?” Mina questioned, looking over your shoulder as the two of you walked.

You tilted your phone away quickly, “no peaky pandas!”

“It’s not peaky pandas if I can literally just see it!” She whined, trying to take your phone out of your grasp.

Desperately keeping your phone out of her reach, “It is peaky pandas if you look without permission!”

With every failed attempt the more she pouted, “everyone knows he totally likes you, why are you trying to hide it from me!”

“Firstly,” you began, placing your phone securely in your pocket, “he doesn’t like me. We’re strictly friends. Secondly - you keep making up this narrative in your head and it keeps affecting me!”

Mina rolled her eyes, opening the door of the shop for you, “you’ve liked him for years and now you’re content with being ‘just friends?’ What happened to my yearner-“ walking up to the front counter, “we’re here for our dresses, Mina Ashido”

You stated your name as well, listening to her immediately start ranting once more as the lady went into the back.

“-you literally give him heart eyes whenever you see him. All the times you made up scenarios about him? The times we role played? And now you’re ’fine’ with being friends?”

The lady came back with your dress first - trying it on while Mina still continued, talking loud enough for the store to hear.

“The love notes you tried to put into his locker? Or all the valentines you tried to confess? Girl, think about it.” She paused, thinking about the best examples to use behind the other side of the door, “he answers all your texts in a few seconds, if you called him he’d answer on the first ring. He’s always asking about you, and! And! If you ever watch his eyes - you’re the first person he looks for in a crowded room.”

One of the tailors helped laced up your corset, finally giving you an opportunity to talk, “and? Friends do that. When it’s a crowded room you’re the first person I look for, you text me back right away, if I called you’d answer on the first or second ring.” Letting out a soft gasp as she tightened it too much

“That doesn’t mean he likes me.” You mumbled, looking at your appearance in the off the shoulder ruby red dress, walking out of the dressing room to show Mina.

“Ooo, sexy mama. Red’s so your colour.” She clapped, “so glad you got this dress, you look snatched for real.”

Taking it off, it got placed in a thick bag for safety. It was Mina’s turn to try on her skintight navy blue backless dress.

After the appointment the two of you walked back to the station, dresses in hands. You shot Kirishima a text back, telling him you’re safe and coming back

The banquet came sooner than expected, already arriving with your pink friend holding your arm.

The tables were assigned, fortunately you were assigned with the rest of the girls from class A.

Unfortunately though, you were unable to spot Kirishima, unsure if he spotted you first or if he was even going to talk to you tonight.

While you sat down the girls were already talking over each other, complimenting, gossiping and overall chatting and laughing.

The food came out first, distracting people from the conversations and putting the spotlight on the public speakers over the candle lit dinners.

Feeling Mina kick your foot under the table, she pointed at her phone - signalling for you to look at yours.

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“Eijiro?” Your voice croaked out, hearing him flush the toilet.

“Yeah? You okay?” He called back, “let me wash my hands first!” Eijiro practically sped-ran the handwashing, clearly worried about you, “what’s wrong? What do you need?”

“Time” you coughed, nuzzling deeper into the plush blanket - gripping the big red dragon plush ‘lil Ei-chan’ or ‘lil E’ for short.

He grabbed his phone off the night stand, “shit, you’re right.”

A complex look fell upon his face, clearly debating his options, “fuck, give me a second.” Kirishima walked out of the room, his phone pressed tightly to his ear.

It took longer than expected, assuming that he just left for his regular scheduled classes and forgot to say goodbye.

Instead, he walked back in holding a bowl of soup. Changed into casual clothing - camo basketball shorts and a crimson riot tee-shirt.

Trying to sit up, he ushered you down, “don’t, stay comfy.”

“I thought you left.”

“I can’t leave someone in need of help.”

You groaned loudly, despite his complaints you sat up anyways, “I don’t need you, I’d be fine on my own.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t need me or not, I want to.”

The flush of pink hue dusted your cheeks, being mistaken for the fever

“Eat.” He mumbled, placing the tray into your lap, “you’re burning up again.”

“Have I ever told you how much I hate soup.”

Kirishima paused, “what? No? Who hates soup?!”

Still, you forced the hot broth down your throat, “me. It’s just warm veggies and like.. noodles and whatever in a bath and you have to eat it? Like there’s so much better foods.”

He grabbed your laptop off the desk, sitting beside you the bed, “yeah there’s other foods, sure, but soup? It warms the heart. Don’t you want your heart to be warm?”

“Not really. There’s other ways to warm the heart.”

He laughed, putting on a movie for the background noise, “and what other things warm the heart?”

“A lot of things.” you mumbled, pushing the soup away, “all done.” But it was still more than halfway full.

“Already? You didnt’t even finish it.”

“Feeling… bad.”

“Okay.” He mumbled, taking the soup away from you, “have it after though.”

“Dumbass.” You whispered to yourself, placing your phone against the nightstand, “I’m just gonna… lay down.”

Kirishima nodded, fixing the blankets and practically tucking you in, “I love this movie,” he gave you a grin as it started; An eighties samurai film about gangs and wealth.

“Seems like something you’d like.”

He laughed, sitting at the edge of the bed.

You couldn’t help but speak up, “you can get comfy, lay beside me if you want.”

“Are you sure?” He questioned, a shy smile on his face, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

“You could never make me uncomfortable.” Patting the bed beside yourself, an opened invitation just for him.

He opened the blankets for himself, taking off his slippers before he melted beside you. Since the bed was a double there was enough room for the both of you with a small space between.

But, you could feel the way his skin radiated heat. How every time he shifted his arm brushed against yours in a way that felt forbidden.

It was almost too good to be true. The man you’ve been crushing on since you were first years - building an undeniable connection with each other, now you had him in your bed; alone.

you couldn’t help but cough, drawing his attention towards you. Bless his thoughtful heart since he immediately grabbed your water, placing it close to you, “drink up.”

Following his words, you couldn’t help but obey like a pup in training, “you’re not scared of getting sick?”

He firmly shook his head, “don’t worry about me!” Re-affirming you with his signature sharp-toothed smile. Placing the water back on the nightstand for you, “just… I want you to feel better.”

It was a simple sentence really, one that could be read as platonic. That’s what confused you.

He would treat the other ladies like this, but, how often was he in their bed like this? Asking them to privately hangout, buying them things their eyes lingered on for a few seconds too long.

As the girls deemed him during a late night talk, he was now classified as ‘the girls designated boyfriend.’ The guy you’d go to when you needed help picking out an outfit, or needed a confidence booster.

Kirishima was never the one to make anyone uncomfortable, he rarely got upset and if he did he’d immediately own up to it with a public apology.

Yet, you found yourself staring at him.

He was focused on the movie all though it seemed like he already watched this one. Still, he watched it with such intensity if anyone didn’t know him, they’d assume this was his first screening.

When an action packed part flashed on the screen, his jaw would subtly clench, fists tightening. When the character was happy, he was. Kirishima wore his heart on his cheek, it was something you’ve adored since you were fourteen.

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed in yourself. Wishing you took the opportunity to talk to him earlier in your life. Maybe you’ve could have been in a relationship with him way sooner - platonic or romantic, you were content with just being around him.

Soon enough, halfway through the movie you found yourself dozing off. The medicine you’ve been taking made you drowsy, feeling heavy against ‘lil E’ the dragon combined with the natural heat radiating off of Eijiro - you ended up falling asleep.

Kirishima noticed right away, the mattress dipping a little more as your dead weight gave in. He shifted closer to you, using his arm to act as an anchor as it wrapped around your shoulders.

Eijiro found himself drawn to the peaceful look on your face. Watching your breathing slow as you became more relaxed.

It calmed him in a way. Knowing that you were so comfortable around him that not only he could take care of you, but that you fell asleep around him.

He shut off the movie, placing the laptop on the floor beside him before he fell asleep beside you.

It wasn’t long until he felt your phone rapidly buzzing with notifications. You were still in a deep sleep, ditching ‘lil E’ to be wrapped around Kirishima arm. You were nestled into the divot of his arm, cheek rested against his bicep as you drooled all over it.

Coated with sleep, the more your phone went off the more it annoyed him. He wasn’t the man to touch another humans phone without permission, but this time he didn’t want it to compromise your nap - doing the only rational thing he could, he grabbed your phone.

Watching the notifications pour in, the phone aggressively buzzed in his hand. He saw the messages come in with rapid speed by one person.

“I hope she doesn’t think I’m a massive perv.” He grumbled to himself, feeling you shift closer to him.

The movement made him freeze, scared you were going to wake up and see him holding your phone. That’s why he slammed down your phone against the bed with too much force than he planned.

He panicked, whispered before he tried to act nonchalant if you woke up, “Fuck, shit, okay.”

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