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₊˚ෆ MHA characters reacting to their s/o calling them bro or dude ₊˚ෆ

Featuring: Shoto Todoroki ✧ Katsuki Bakugo ✧ Denki Kaminari ✧ Izuku Midoriya ✧ Tenya Iida ✧ Eijiro Kirishima ✧ Shouta Aizawa ✧ Tomura Shigaraki ✧ Hawks ✧ Dabi ✧ Hanta Sero ✧ Twice

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Reader casually calls them “bro” or “dude,” and these are the boys’ reactions. Expect a mix of confusion, overthinking, teasing, and over-the-top dramatics.

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Shoto Todoroki

The first time you called him “bro,” Todoroki stopped mid-step. He stared at you, expression unreadable, like you had just spoken in a language he didn’t know.

“…Bro?” he repeated slowly. His voice was quiet but tinged with confusion. “I thought I was your boyfriend.”

You tried to laugh it off. “It’s just something I say, Shoto. Don’t take it so seriously.”

But of course, he did. Todoroki overthought it the rest of the day, replaying the word in his head, analyzing the context like he was preparing for an exam. Eventually, he asked, “Do you… call everyone that? Or was it just me?”

When you explained it was just a slip of habit, he relaxed slightly, though his face stayed serious. “I don’t mind if you say it, but…” He hesitated, cheeks turning faintly red. “I’d rather you call me yours than your brother.”

The next time you casually called someone else “dude,” he muttered under his breath, “I see. So I am the bro.” You had to hug him right then and there to make him stop sulking.

⸻

Katsuki Bakugo

It happened during an argument, of course. He was yelling, and you snapped back, “Dude, you’re being way too loud!”

Bakugo froze mid-shout, whipping his head toward you with wild eyes. “What the hell did you just call me?”

“Uh… dude?” you answered carefully.

His face turned bright red. “I’m not your dude! I’m your damn boyfriend!”

You tried to stifle a laugh, which only made him bristle more. “Don’t laugh at me, dumbass! You think I’m some extra off the street you can just ‘bro’ around?!”

For the next week, any time you even started with “d—” he cut you off instantly. “Don’t even say it.” He’d glare like you’d insulted him personally.

But what he didn’t admit was how much it bugged him when you called other people “dude.” The idea of you tossing that word at anyone else made him scowl twice as hard. Eventually, you teased him with a soft, “Relax, bro.”

The explosion that followed nearly took out the couch.

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Denki Kaminari

When “bro” slipped out of your mouth, Denki gasped like you’d shattered his heart. He grabbed his chest dramatically, stumbling back. “BRO?! Babe, how could you?!”

You tried to explain it was just a habit, but he was already spinning in circles. “You’ve friend-zoned me! I’m officially friend-zoned!”

“Denki—”

“No, don’t try to take it back now,” he said, flopping face-first onto the couch. “Guess I’m just your dude now…”

He whined about it for the rest of the day, pouting like a kicked puppy. But by the evening, when you hugged him from behind and murmured, “You’re my boyfriend, not my bro,” his mood flipped immediately. “Really? Okay, good. But… maybe just save the ‘bro’ stuff for others, okay?”

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Midoriya Izuku

You were listening to him ramble about a new quirk theory when you interrupted with, “Dude, slow down, you’re talking too fast.”

Midoriya froze like his brain had blue-screened. “D-dude? Did you just—wait, did you mean me? You called me dude?!” His face turned crimson in seconds.

You waved it off. “It’s just something I say, Izuku. Don’t overthink it.”

But of course, he did. His mind spun with questions: Did you think of him as a “dude” before a boyfriend? Was it a sign you were too casual? Did it mean you were less serious about him? He tried to keep smiling, but you could practically see the steam pouring out of his ears.

Finally, you kissed his cheek and reassured him. “You’re my boyfriend. Just… sometimes you’re also my dude.”

He smiled sheepishly, scratching his neck. “O-oh… Okay. I can live with that.”

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Tenya Iida

The moment “bro” left your mouth, Tenya’s glasses flashed ominously. “Excuse me? Did you just call me ‘bro’?”

You snorted, “Yeah? It’s just a habit.”

His arms started chopping the air at record speed. “I am your partner, not your sibling! Such casual terminology undermines the seriousness of our bond!”

You tried not to laugh as he kept lecturing about “appropriate terms of endearment” and “respect within a relationship.”

By the end, he sighed heavily, still adjusting his glasses. “If it happens again, I will forgive you… but I prefer more precise terminology. ‘Darling,’ for example, would be acceptable.”

You grinned, leaning close to whisper, “Got it, bro.”

His yell could probably be heard across campus.

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Eijirou Kirishima

You called him “dude” after he nailed a move in training, and Kirishima blinked before grinning wide. “Hell yeah, dude! Wait—did you mean me, or like… dude-dude?”

You laughed. “You. Obviously.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t mind. I call everyone bro, so it’s kinda cool if you call me that too. Makes me feel, I dunno… like we’re best friends and dating, y’know?”

Later, though, when you called him “babe,” he lit up even more. “See? That’s perfect! Call me both—it’s balanced, like protein and carbs.”

Honestly, he didn’t care what you called him. As long as you kept smiling at him, “dude” was just another way of saying you loved him.

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Shouta Aizawa

It slipped out one morning when he handed you a coffee. “Thanks, bro.”

Aizawa stopped mid-sip of his own drink and gave you a long, deadpan stare. “…I don’t know if that was supposed to be affectionate or not, but don’t do it again.”

You grinned at him. “What, you don’t want to be my bro?”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “I barely wanted to be awake. Now I apparently have to argue about semantics too.” He didn’t press further, but the next time you tried it, his scarf immediately wrapped around your wrist as a warning.

Safe to say, you learned “bro” was not on his approved list of nicknames.

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Tomura Shigaraki

You called him “dude” while he was mashing buttons in the middle of a game.

“Dude, you’re totally camping—”

He froze, eyes flicking toward you. “Did you just call me… dude?”

“…Yeah?”

He scoffed, turning back to the screen. “Tch. Whatever.”

But ten minutes later, his voice was quieter. “Don’t call anyone else that, though.”

You blinked. “Why not?”

He hunched his shoulders, muttering, “’Cause you’re mine. Not anyone else’s ‘dude.’”

His ears were burning red the whole time.

⸻

Hawks

You casually said, “Bro, you’ve got feathers everywhere. again.”

Hawks clutched his chest dramatically, dropping to his knees. “Bro? Darling, I thought we were lovers, not wingmen!”

You rolled your eyes, but he kept it up all day. “Hey, bro, pass me the remote.” “Bro, wanna grab dinner later?” He leaned into the joke so hard it was impossible to escape.

Finally, you groaned, “Okay, okay! You’re not my bro, you’re my boyfriend.”

His grin softened into something gentler as he pressed a feather against your cheek. “Good. Just making sure you remember.”

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Dabi

The moment you called him “dude,” his lips curled into a smirk. “Dude, huh? Didn’t know I was one of the boys now.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be dramatic. It’s just a habit.”

“Oh no, I get it,” he said, leaning in close, voice low and teasing. “You don’t see me as your man. I’m just your pal, your buddy, your dude.” He clutched his chest mockingly. “Ouch. Right in the heart.”

You pushed him away, laughing, but he didn’t drop it for the rest of the night. Still, when you later slipped and called him “baby” instead, his grin turned softer, almost genuine.

He never admitted it, but between “dude” and “baby,” he knew exactly which one he wanted to hear more.

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Hanta Sero

You called him “bro” while the two of you were hanging out, and Sero immediately laughed. “Bro? Guess we’re bros now.”

You shrugged. “It’s just a habit.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” he said with a grin. “But if you’re gonna call me bro, you’ve gotta balance it out with something sweeter too. Like… ‘handsome.’”

You shook your head, but the next day, when you teased him with, “Thanks, handsome dude,” his grin nearly split his face in two.

⸻

Twice

The second “dude” left your mouth, Twice staggered back like he’d been stabbed. One side of him yelled, “THEY JUST FRIEND-ZONED US!” while the other half screamed back, “NO THEY DIDN’T, CALM DOWN!”

You groaned, reaching for his hand. “Jin, it’s just a word. I didn’t friend-zone you.”

He panicked for another solid minute, both sides arguing dramatically, before finally collapsing into your arms with a sigh. “Fine, but don’t scare me like that again! You’re not allowed to call me dude unless it’s like, sexy-dude. Got it?”

You kissed his forehead. “Got it, sexy-dude.”

His whole face lit up like sunshine.

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ass, thighs, or tits pt2

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light as a feather

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synopsis : big red horns, sharp fangs, fiery breath and a blazing temper—meet your new mate katsuki !! and.. the big ass hole in your wall ?!

you were hoping to start your day off like usual, but apparently it seemed the universe just didn't want it that way.

based on the something that had just blasted through the wall of your dorm room.

despite almost jumping to your ceiling, you're still in a daze. which is why when you managed to catch a mop of blond through your misty eyes—despite the big ass red horns and massive wings towering behind its back, the first word you uttered was a sleepy—

"kahsuki...?"

after which, you promptly fall back asleep.

დ .*”Summary:You ask your husband/boyfriends/fiancé to step out so you can change and their reactions are to say... quite funny.

༒ღ༻Pairing:Shoto Todoroki ; f!reader x Enji Todoroki x f!reader ; Aizawa Shouta x f!reader ; Takami Keigo x f!reader

༺˚₊➳ Tags:Cute; Funny; Prank; irritation; MHA; Couple

࿔₊•＊*Word-count:8k?

*•̩̩͙✩˚A/N:Okay guys here’s part two! You ask and you shall receive or whatever. Anyways I’m half asleep already so you better enjoy cause I forced myself to stay awake. Yeahh enjoy babes xx

Shoto Todoroki — “You Want Me to Leave?”

You didn’t usually mess with Shoto.

Not because you couldn’t — he was your boyfriend, not a porcelain doll — but because he was usually the one leaving you flustered with his bluntness, quiet observations, and tendency to walk around shirtless after morning showers like it was no big deal.

But today? You were going to get him back.

The apartment was quiet, filled with soft sunlight. Shoto was sitting on the edge of the bed, one socked foot on the ground, the other resting across his knee as he scrolled through messages from the agency. His white-and-red hair was still slightly tousled from his post-shower routine, and the edge of a smile played at his lips as he absentmindedly read through the group chat he barely replied to.

You stood in front of the dresser, digging for comfy clothes, clad in just his oversized shirt and a pair of shorts that were hidden by the hem.

It was the perfect setup.

You turned, keeping your tone even. “Sho? Can you step out for a second? I’m gonna change.”

He didn’t even look up. “I don’t mind.”

You blinked. “I know, but I do. Just for now. Please?”

That got his attention.

His phone lowered slowly. His two-toned eyes flicked to your face, then down to your outfit, and back up again with clear confusion.

“…You want me to leave the room?”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep a straight face. “Just while I change.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “But… I’ve seen you change a hundred times.”

You shrugged. “Still. I want privacy.”

There was a beat of silence.

Shoto blinked. Once.

Then again.

“…Are you mad at me?”

You had to fight every urge to not crack right then. “No! I just… want to change alone.”

Now he looked genuinely concerned. “Did I do something?”

“No. It’s not about you.”

“Then why—”

You sighed dramatically. “Sho, just please step out for a second.”

He stood slowly, frowning, clearly puzzled. “If you’re upset, I’d rather talk about it.”

“I’m not.”

“You’ve never been shy before. You’ve literally sat on my lap while in nothing but a thong.”

“Well, maybe I changed.”

A beat.

“You’re lying.”

You froze, staring at him with mock offense. “What?”

He tilted his head just slightly, watching you like a puzzle he was trying to solve. “You’re messing with me.”

“I am not.”

“You are. Your eyes twitch when you lie.”

You smothered a laugh behind your hand.

“I knew it.” He stepped closer, arms crossed loosely. “You’re pulling something.”

“Damn it,” you muttered, grinning.

He smiled faintly, proud of himself for catching on. “You forget I live with you.”

“So you’re not going to fall for it?”

“I didn’t say that.” He raised an eyebrow, voice smooth. “I just want to know why you felt the need to prank me. I’ve been very good today.”

“You left wet towels on the bathroom floor.”

“…That was a strategic oversight.”

You giggled, but he stepped closer, tilting his head with curiosity.

“Was it payback for when I accidentally walked in on you last week?”

“You didn’t even flinch. You just said ‘nice’ and walked out.”

“It was nice,” he said, deadpan.

You laughed, cheeks heating.

He stopped in front of you now, arms resting gently on either side of your waist, his touch warm even through the shirt.

“You’re really cute when you lie,” he murmured. “But not very convincing.”

“I had you going for a second.”

“Two seconds. Maybe.”

His thumbs traced slow, absent-minded circles at your hips. “But… for the record…”

You looked up, caught off guard by the faint blush rising to his ears.

“If you ever did want me to leave… I’d probably just wait outside the door. Quietly. Staring at the floor.”

You blinked. “That’s… weirdly adorable.”

“I don’t like the idea of you hiding from me.”

“It wouldn’t be hiding.”

“It would feel like it.”

You softened. “Sho…”

“I know it’s stupid,” he added quickly, letting out a quiet breath. “But I like knowing I can be close to you. That you trust me. That you want me there.”

Your hand found his cheek gently, brushing his bangs aside.

“I do,” you said. “I always do.”

“Then don’t prank me again,” he mumbled, almost pouty now. “You looked serious. I thought I messed up.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. “I’m sorry.”

He hummed. “You can make it up to me.”

“Oh? How?”

He leaned down, his mouth brushing your ear.

“Let me help you change.”

Your face burned. “Shoto—!”

He smiled, just a little smug now. “What? It’s the least you can do.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m yours.”

“Fine. But I pick the music this time.”

He nodded, leading you toward the closet. “As long as it’s not the glitter song.”

“Sho—”

“No glitter song.”

Enji Todoroki — “You want me to… what?”

The hum of fire from the kitchen had faded.

That meant he’d finished dinner.

You stretched on the couch, glancing at the clock. It was already late, and Enji was sticking to his off-duty promise — no agency calls, no patrols, just one quiet evening together. He had cooked for you (like always), showered (like always), and now he was probably in the bedroom, folding towels unnecessarily (like always).

He was still Endeavor — sharp, structured, proud — but the man who lived in your home wasn’t the firestorm on TV. With you, he was quieter. Slower. Awkward, sometimes. Like he wasn’t used to being wanted for anything soft.

That’s why tonight felt like the perfect time to mess with him just a little.

You padded into the bedroom, towel slung around your shoulders, robe tight around your waist. He was at the edge of the bed, reading glasses pushed up on his nose, quietly browsing his tablet. Shirtless, of course — his skin still warm from the shower, hair damp and pushed back.

You stood by the closet, holding a change of clothes in your hand, pretending to look thoughtful.

“Hey, babe?”

His head tilted toward you, one thick brow lifting in silent acknowledgment. He didn’t speak — just waited. That’s how Enji was. No wasted words unless necessary.

“I’m gonna change now,” you said lightly, facing him, playing it casual. “Can you, um… step out for a sec?”

He blinked.

“…Why?”

There it was — the first crack. You bit back a smile.

“I just need to change,” you repeated, hiding your grin behind your voice. “Alone.”

He didn’t move. His jaw flexed, and you could see the gears turning in that sharp, structured brain of his. He wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions, but he was the type to assume he’d messed up.

A long silence. He stared at you, unreadable. And then, finally:

“I’ve seen you naked. Multiple times.”

You turned slightly away, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Yeah, but still. I don’t know. Could you just… wait outside for a minute?”

Now he looked genuinely puzzled. His frown deepened, not out of annoyance, but confusion — as if he were running the scenario through his brain and couldn’t find the logic in it.

“You’re uncomfortable changing in front of me now?” he asked slowly. “…Did something happen?”

You almost broke.

“No! I mean, nothing bad.” You waved your hand, trying to be breezy. “I just… feel like it. I don’t know.”

Enji’s gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, jaw flexing. You could see his brain working overtime. And it was adorable.

“…If I’ve done something to upset you,” he said, voice quieter, “you can tell me. You don’t have to—”

“Oh my god, Enji—no,” you interrupted quickly, walking over to put your hand on his arm. “I’m not upset. I swear. Just… could you step out for a sec?”

Now he was really confused. Like, genuinely stuck.

He looked at the door. Then back at you. Then at the bed. Then back at the closet.

“…You’re not… testing me, are you?” he asked, clearly suspicious now.

You laughed — you had to. “Testing you? What?”

“You’ve never asked me to leave before. I don’t understand.”

That was true. Enji was normally the one who’d politely look away or give you space — until the relationship deepened and boundaries blurred. But now that you were well past that stage, this sudden request threw him completely off balance.

He stepped back slightly. “If this is some kind of… relationship boundary reset, I’ll respect it. I just don’t—” He broke off again. “Are you mad at me?”

That did it. You absolutely couldn’t keep it together anymore. You burst into laughter, doubling over a bit, and Enji looked even more alarmed.

“I’m pranking you, you dummy!”

He blinked.

“You… what?”

“I’m pranking you,” you repeated through laughter. “It’s a trend — telling your husband to leave so you can change, even though it makes no sense. I wanted to see what you’d do.”

He just stared at you.

For a very long time.

“…You’re joking.”

“I just said it’s a prank!”

Enji exhaled, half-relieved and half-exasperated. “You’re playing games now?”

“I had to! You’re so serious all the time.” You grabbed his hand, eyes still sparkling. “You were about to spiral.”

“I was not about to spiral.”

“You were definitely spiraling. You thought I was mad at you!”

He grunted and looked away, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. You caught the faintest pink at the tops of his ears.

“…You caught me off guard,” he muttered. “That’s all.”

You grinned, still holding his hand. “You really thought I didn’t want you in the room anymore?”

“I wasn’t sure,” he admitted, eyes softening slightly. “You’ve never asked me that. It felt… abrupt.”

That was his way of saying it unsettled him. Which, okay, made you feel a tiny bit bad. But he also looked so flushed and confused that you couldn’t help but tease him more.

“Aww, poor flamey,” you said, bumping his hip. “Didn’t know what to do with himself.”

Enji gave you a flat look, but you saw the amused twitch in his mouth. You knew that look.

“I could’ve just taken my shirt off right in front of you and ended the prank,” he said casually.

You blinked. “You wouldn’t.”

He leaned a little closer.

“Wouldn’t I?”

Your stomach fluttered — which was not part of the plan. “Enji…”

“I’m still confused,” he continued smoothly. “But I think I know one way to get over it.”

You raised a brow. “Which is?”

“Take your shirt off and make it up to me.”

You stared at him.

He stared right back, face completely serious.

“…That’s not how pranks work, babe.”

He hummed. “You’ve pranked me. That means I win the next move.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re making that up.”

Enji took a slow step closer. “Am I?”

You backed up — just slightly — laughing. “Oh, you’re so full of it!”

“You said I’m too serious,” he said, voice low and amused. “Maybe I should start pranking you back.”

“You wouldn’t survive the chaos.”

“I think I’d manage.”

You watched him with warmth in your chest. He really was trying, even now — adapting to your energy, playing along, letting himself soften for you.

“You’re kind of adorable when you’re confused, you know that?” you said softly, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.

He sighed, resting his forehead gently against yours. “I hate how much that worked on me.”

“You love it.”

“…Maybe.”

Silence fell again — but this time, it was warm, content. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you leaned into the heat of him. The earlier awkwardness had melted into something tender, familiar.

You buried your face into his chest.

“Still love me, even if I prank you sometimes?” you asked

He held you tighter.

“Always.”

Aizawa Shouta — “You Want Me to Leave? …Why?”

Living with Aizawa was kind of like living with a grumpy cat that secretly loved you.

He never said “I love you” first, never really smiled unless you were half asleep on his chest or struggling to button your coat in the morning. But he’d fix your collar for you, wordlessly. He’d bring coffee without asking. He’d drag himself out of bed at 3am just to warm up the house because you kicked off the blanket in your sleep and now your toes were cold.

Subtle. Careful. Quiet.

So naturally… he was the perfect target for a harmless little prank.

You were in the bedroom, fresh out of the shower in your robe, rifling through the dresser for clean clothes while Aizawa sat on the bed reading some training reports for his class. His hair was loose — his “I’m off the clock, don’t ask me to move” look — and his posture was relaxed, shoulders slouched, one hand resting absently on his thigh.

Perfect.

You cleared your throat. “Hey, babe?”

He didn’t look up. “Hm?”

“…Can you leave the room for a sec? I’m gonna change.”

There was a pause.

He turned a page, deadpan. “Why?”

You shrugged casually, not looking at him. “Just want to change in private.”

His face was deadpan.

“…We’re married,” he said slowly.

You held back your grin. “Still.”

Another long pause. He blinked once.

“You’re shy now?”

You shrugged. “Just not feeling it right now.”

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, clearly trying to process the situation.

“We’ve literally showered together.”

You spun around with mock-seriousness. “Shouta.”

“Yes?”

“Could you please leave?” you asked with dramatic politeness.

He looked up now, slowly.

“…Are we fighting?”

You held back a grin. “Nope.”

“Did I do something?”

“Not that I can think of.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he closed the file in his lap.

“I’ve seen you change a hundred times. You’ve changed in front of me without realizing it.”

You gave a shrug and didn’t meet his eyes. “I just want to be alone while I do it this time.”

The silence stretched.

“…Did Hizashi put you up to this?”

Your lips twitched. “No.”

“Do I need to remind you,” he said, voice low and dry, “that I’ve stitched you into your hero costume while you were half-naked in lingerie because we were late to patrol because of how hard of sex we had the night before?”

You snorted.

“I’ve bandaged your ribs. Rubbed medicine on your back. You fall asleep next to me without undergarments.”

“This is a prank.”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re lying.” He didn’t even blink. “I’ve interrogated villains more convincing than this.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

Aizawa stood, stretching with a quiet sigh. “Alright, fine.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I’ll go.”

Now you were thrown. “Seriously?”

He strolled toward the door. “If you’re gonna play games, I’ll go nap on the couch. Let me know when the dramatics are over.”

“No! Wait—Shouta!”

You caught his sleeve as he passed and burst out laughing, tugging him back.

He didn’t resist, but his unimpressed look spoke volumes.

“You’re the worst liar alive,” he said. “You can’t even keep a straight face.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually get up!”

“You pushed it too far.” He raised a brow. “Telling me to leave our room. Like I’m some random guy you barely tolerate.”

You grinned. “You tolerate me.”

“I more than tolerate you,” he muttered under his breath.

You paused.

“…What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You leaned into him. “Say it again.”

He exhaled sharply. “You heard me.”

“No, I need you to say it like you mean it.”

He deadpanned, “You’re annoying.”

You kissed his cheek. “I know. But you love it.”

He grunted, grabbing your waist and pulling you in lazily. “You’re lucky I like difficult women.”

“I thought you didn’t like anyone?”

“You’re the exception.”

Your heart skipped a little at the easy way he said it — so casually, so Aizawa.

You looked up at him and grinned. “So you weren’t mad?”

“I wasn’t mad. I was considering revenge.”

“Revenge?!”

“Hm.” He tugged your robe loose at the collar with a finger. “Something along the lines of making sure you ask me to leave next time. Loudly. Desperately.”

Your breath hitched. “Shouta.”

He shrugged, eyes half-lidded. “You started it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s completely fair.”

“You play dirty.”

“You like it.”

Damn him.

You turned away quickly, trying to hide your smile — but he reached past you for your clothes from the dresser.

“I’ve seen you wear this shirt three days in a row.”

“It’s comfy.”

“It’s mine.”

You smirked. “So? I like it.”

He handed it to you. “Then keep it.”

You blinked. “What?”

He met your eyes. “It’s yours. You wear it more than I do anyway.”

A pause.

“…You’re giving me your favorite shirt?”

“It’s just a shirt.”

“To you that’s practically a marriage proposal.”

He rolled his eyes but stepped closer, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want a real one?”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

“I’m kidding,” he said flatly — but the flicker in his gaze said maybe he wasn’t.

Your breath caught. “Say it again.”

“No.”

“Shouta—”

“Don’t prank me again,” he muttered. “You’ll give me a complex.”

You grinned, heart fluttering.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Deal.”

Keigo Takami — “You want me to leave? Excuse you?”

Living with Hawks was… exhausting. In a good way.

He was a human golden retriever with wings — constantly hovering, teasing, touching, kissing. If he wasn’t flying off for hero work, he was lounging around shirtless, plucking feathers from his wings with a grin and flicking them at you like darts. He was affectionate to a fault, smug on a normal day, and just a little too proud of himself when he made you flustered.

A thought sparked in your head, mischievous and immediate. You glanced at Keigo, who was distracted checking his phone — probably looking at memes or celebrity hero gossip. Now was your moment.

He was lounging on your shared bed when you stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, towel slung around your shoulders, and robe pulled tight. You padded over to the closet, pretending not to notice the way his eyes followed your every move.

His wings twitched lazily behind him.

“You’re lucky I’m tired,” he mumbled, “or I’d be over there helping you out of that robe.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re always tired.”

“Yeah, but I’m never too tired for you, baby.”

“Mmhm. Can you do me a favor, actually?”

“Anything,” he said, spreading his arms dramatically. “Want me to fly to the moon? Steal Endeavor’s stash of instant ramen? Fight crime shirtless?”

You snorted. “No, just… can you leave the room for a minute?”

His smile froze. “…What?”

“I’m gonna change.”

The silence was immediate.

His brows rose, golden eyes blinking in confusion. “You… want me to leave? So you can change?”

“Yeah.”

You were biting the inside of your cheek now, doing everything in your power not to lose it.

His wings twitched. “You want me… the man you have licked frosting off of his goddamned dick, to leave. So you can change.”

“…Babe.”

You looked at him innocently.

He sat up slowly. “Is this a test? Did I miss a date? Did I say something dumb while I was half-asleep again?”

“Nope.”

“You’re… actually kicking me out of the room?” His wings flared slightly. “Do you have a secret boyfriend you’re changing for? Is that it? Did a villian put you up to this?!”

You cracked. A laugh bubbled out before you could stop it, and his eyes narrowed instantly.

Keigo stared at you like you had just told him he was being drafted into the military. He pointed to the couch. “This couch. That I bought. In the apartment where I pay the rent. Where we sleep next to each other. Naked, might I add.”

Keigo threw his head back and groaned, pacing away from you like he was physically in pain.

"This is a test," he muttered. "You're testing me.

You're trying to kill me. Oh my god."

You turned away just enough to grab your shirt from the basket and hold it to your chest.

"Could you? Just for a sec?"

He froze. "You're serious."

You shrugged.

Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of you with one hand over his heart and the other stretched dramatically into the air.

"Oh, cruel temptress!" he wailed. "You wound me!"

You lost it. Burst out laughing, hiding your face in the clean laundry pile.

"I've been exiled," he continued, standing up and spinning in a circle like a tragic Broadway character. "Banished from the bedroom I so lovingly vacuumed crumbs out of last night.

Tossed aside like a common pervert."

"Kei-stop-" you gasped between laughs.

"No! I'll go!" he declared, already walking backwards toward the hallway with his wings flaring slightly. "'ll stand outside the door like a chaste fool and wait for the sound of a zipper like some kind of shameful husband-in-waiting”

"We're not married," you reminded him, still giggling.

"Oh, but I could be!" he shouted, dramatically flopping onto the bed behind you. "If only I hadn't betrayed your trust by looking at you!"

He peeked up at you from the covers, grinning.

You snorted and tossed a balled-up sock at him.

"You're such a menace."

"Admit it," he said, voice low and cocky now. "You wanted me to react like this."

“Ah-ha.” He pointed at you, grinning. “There it is. You’re messing with me.”

“I almost had you.”

“You had me worried we were breaking up!”

You rolled your eyes, walking over and pushing his shoulder gently. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I am dramatic. But only when I care.” He caught your wrist, tugging you gently between his legs. “You can’t just say stuff like that. You change in front of me all the time. You literally walked around naked last week with your ass-cheeks hanging out while eating ice cream. You said clothes were a ‘societal burden.’”

You rolled your eyes. “You are the worst.”

“Correction,” he said, walking over and kissing your forehead with zero warning. “I’m the worst best husband.”

He wasn’t your husband — yet. But he loved using the title, and you never had the heart to stop him.

He stepped closer. “The room where I’ve seen you change so many times I could recite a time-lapse of your entire wardrobe evolution.”

You cleared your throat, still playing it cool. “Yes.”

You gave him a wide-eyed, innocent smile. “Exactly.”

You smirked. “I wanted to see how fast you’d crumble.”

Keigo leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “Joke’s on you. I always crumble for you.”

That actually got you a little flustered. He smirked, clearly noticing.

You tugged on your clean shirt and turned to him, arms crossed. “Alright, drama king. You can stay.”

He rolled over to you in half a second, pulling you into his lap. “Only because I passed the test, right?”

“You absolutely failed the test,” you laughed.

“Nah. I redefined the test,” he said smugly. “And then I got extra credit.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away from him. His hands were warm on your waist, and he kissed the side of your neck gently — less playful now, more genuine.

“I like watching you change,” he murmured. “Not just because you’re hot — which, duh — but because it reminds me I get to see all the parts of you nobody else does.”

Your heart fluttered a little at that. He could be bold and ridiculous, sure — but this was Keigo at his most real.

“I didn’t mean to mess with you too hard,” you said softly.

He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Mess with me all you want, baby bird. I can take it.”

“…Husband,” you teased quietly, nudging his chest.

His whole body stilled for a second — and then a smirk broke across his lips.

Bakugo Katsuki

It happened while you were sparring.

You dodged a blast, pivoted hard—and nearly tripped over your own foot. The jolt from your landing sent a visible jiggle through your chest. Time paused for a second. Your breathing hitched. Bakugo, standing just a few feet away, had clearly noticed.

His eyes widened—just for a blink. Then:

“Oi.”
You turned. “What?”
Bakugo was already glaring, face pink like a whole sunset.
“Tch—what the hell was that?”
“What was what?” you teased, innocently wiping sweat from your brow.
“You know what!” he barked, pointing without looking directly at you. “Your—your shit was bouncing all over the damn place! You tryna get someone killed out here?!”

You grinned. “Aw, Bakugo… were you watching?”
“I WASN’T WATCHING, DUMBASS!”

He stormed off, swearing under his breath and absolutely not making eye contact for the rest of training.

(…but you did catch him peeking again later.)

Todoroki Shoto

You were running drills outside, sun high and blazing. You’d just landed from a jump, laughing with momentum—
—and that laugh shook everything.

Including, very noticeably, your chest.

Todoroki caught it mid-turn. He stopped moving. Just stood there, blinking slowly like his internal software needed a reboot.

“…Did… that happen because of the jump?”
You tilted your head. “What?”
He pointed subtly. Too subtly.
“Your, um…” He looked up at the sky, anywhere but your torso. “They… moved.”
You snorted. “You mean my boobs bounced?”
His ears turned pink immediately.
“I didn’t want to say it like that,” he muttered.

You could see his eyes flick toward your chest, then dart away like it physically pained him.
He cleared his throat. “Is that normal?”
“Yeah, it’s gravity. You ever heard of it?”
“…I have. I just didn’t know it applied that much to, um… you.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Shoto, are you okay?”
He nodded. Then paused.
“I will be. I just need… a minute. Maybe several.”

He wandered away like he needed to meditate under a waterfall.

Midoriya Izuku (Deku)

You were jogging beside him during a warm-up. Light banter, casual conversation—until you tripped on uneven pavement.
He caught your arm, steadying you just as you stumbled into him. Your chest bounced against your momentum, and bam—the jiggle happened. Right in his peripheral.

And oh no. He saw everything.

He froze like someone pressed pause.
You looked up at him. “Thanks for catching me!”
He didn’t respond. His face was glowing red—eyelids twitching like he was fighting for control of his brain.

“Uh—uhhh—n-no problem!”
You raised an eyebrow. “Midoriya?”
He straightened like he was at a military inspection.
“Y-Yep! Yes! Totally fine, absolutely okay!” he blurted, eyes pointed directly at the horizon. “Didn’t see anything!! I mean—I wasn’t looking! I mean—I’m respectful!”

You smirked, leaning just a bit closer. “You sure? Looked like you almost went full-on analysis mode back there.”
His knees almost buckled.
“N-No! I would never—well, I have studied human anatomy for—N-NOT LIKE THAT! I mean in a purely combat—I mean—"

You giggled. “Relax, Izuku. I’m not mad.”
He gulped. “Y-you’re not?”
“Nope,” you said, nudging his arm with a flirty smile. “If you wanted to look… you could’ve just asked.”

He combusted. Like, physically short-circuited and squeaked.

“Wha—I—HUH?!”

You walked ahead, hips swaying, calling over your shoulder:
“C’mon, Hero. Better keep up.”

He followed you in a daze, whispering, “I think I’m in love…”

Kirishima Eijiro

You were in the gym, goofing off while waiting your turn on the bench press. Kirishima was spotting Denki, watching you from the corner of his eye as you tried to mimic a funny dance move someone had shown you earlier.

One hop, two hops—then that one bounce that sent your chest jiggling.

Denki dropped the bar on his chest.

“BRO—HELP—”
“Oh SH—SORRY!” Kirishima scrambled to help, yanking the bar off Denki and practically throwing it back onto the rack. “You okay, man?”

Denki wheezed, “Why’d you space out like that? You were looking at—”

Kirishima slapped a hand over Denki’s mouth. “N-NOTHING! I saw NOTHING!”

You walked over with a grin. “You alright, Red Riot?”
He turned to you. Then turned bright red—matching his hair.

“Y-Yeah! Yep! Totally fine! Just, uh… focused on… the structural integrity of your bounce—NO WAIT—I MEAN—form! FORM! Training form!!”
You laughed. “Kiri, did my boobs break your brain?”
He slapped both hands over his face. “NO! I mean—maybe?!”

You leaned in close, teasing, “You liked it, didn’t you?”
He peeked at you between his fingers and mumbled, “I mean… they are super manly... I mean!! YOU’RE manly! Not that—uh—not that I was staring! I just—"
You tilted your head, smirking.
“Cute,” you whispered, walking off.

He stood frozen, muttering, “I’m gonna die. I’m dying. This is how I die…”

Denki Kaminari

It was something stupid—of course it was.

You were laughing way too hard at something Sero said, doubled over and clutching your stomach. When you came back up, you did a little skip backward to avoid a tossed water bottle—
—and the hop sent your chest bouncing, jiggling just right.

Denki bluescreened.

His jaw dropped.
His brain sparked.
And then… his nose started bleeding.

“OHMYGOD,” he squeaked, slapping both hands over his face. “I’M FINE. I’M GOOD. I SAW NOTHING.”
Sero: “Bro, you definitely saw something.”
Denki: “SHUT UP, SERO. I’M INNOCENT.”
You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed under your chest—just enough to push ‘em up a bit.

“You okay there, Pikachu?” you asked, knowingly.
He squealed. Like, actually squealed.
“DON’T DO THAT WITH YOUR ARMS!!”
You leaned in. “Do what, exactly?”
He sparked so hard his hair stood up like a static-charged balloon.

“DO NOT WEAPONIZE THE JIGGLE,” he gasped, clutching his heart. “I WILL DIE. I AM A BOY. A FRAGILE, HORNY BOY.”

You patted his shoulder sweetly. “Noted.”
He passed out.
Literally. Just tipped back and collapsed in a pile of embarrassment.

Sero Hanta

You and Sero were helping tape off a training course—his specialty. He was walking backward, spooling tape as you jogged to keep up beside him.

You hit a little uneven patch of ground, stumbled slightly—and your chest did that thing.

That perfect bounce.

Sero flinched mid-step. The tape snapped back into his face.

“OW—DAMN IT—”
You gasped. “Are you okay?!”
He pulled tape off his cheek, blinking at you like he just saw God.

“Y-Yeah… I’m… fine…” he mumbled, looking anywhere but your torso.
You tilted your head. “That didn’t look like a tape malfunction. Looked more like—”
“I WASN’T LOOKING,” he interrupted way too fast.
You smirked. “Didn’t say you were.”
He squinted at you. “You knew what you were doing.”
“Oh? And what exactly did I do, Sero?”

His mouth opened. Closed. His brain rebooted.

“…Gravity is a menace.”

You leaned in close, just enough to make him gulp. “You want me to jog again?”

He stumbled backward into the course pole.
“…Ma’am. I am just a humble tape dispenser. Please.”

You walked away, laughing. He stood there gripping his roll of tape like a lifeline, whispering:

“Don’t fall in love… don’t fall in love… you already fell in love, idiot…”

Shinso Hitoshi

You were both sitting on the floor during patrol prep, stretching out before your shift. Shinso was leaning back on his hands, watching the clouds above you two with that usual sleepy expression.

You reached up in a yawn, arms overhead, chest lifted—
—and when you dropped your arms back down with a bounce, your chest followed.

He blinked.

Paused.

You didn’t miss the way his head turned ever so slightly.

“…You good?” you asked, teasing.
He didn’t look at you. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Completely.”
“…You totally looked.”

He finally glanced at you. Calm. Dangerous. Lips curled just slightly.
“I’m not blind,” he said.
You grinned. “So you admit it?”
“I admit that physics is real, and I’m cursed with 20/20 vision.”

You leaned in, whispering, “You like what you saw?”
He stared at you. Then smirked.
“…You planning to weaponize that on patrol?”
“Maybe.”

Shinso tilted his head, voice low and teasing now.
“Then I might have to file a complaint. Or maybe a request. For a repeat performance.”

You stared, stunned.
He stood up casually, yawning. “C’mon, kitten. Patrol’s waiting.”

You sat there blinking, heart racing, jaw dropped.

“…HE FLIRTED BACK?!!?”

Neito Monoma

You were walking through the hallway, bouncing slightly with each step because your shoes had just a bit too much spring. You didn’t notice it at first, but Monoma definitely did.

He was next to you, mid-rant about Class 1-A as usual, when your chest did one innocent, completely accidental jiggle.

He choked on his own words.

“—and that’s why they’re absolute—WHA—!”

He froze. Eyes wide. Jaw slack.

You stopped. “Uh… Monoma?”
He whipped around and stood directly in front of you, arms out like a human privacy screen.

“DO NOT MOVE.”
“What?”
“THOSE—” he hissed, pointing at your chest like it offended him. “THEY. JIGGLED.”
“Yeah?” you said, confused. “So what?”
“So what?!” he snapped, turning red. “THEY—PEOPLE—EYES! This school is full of perverts!”

You started laughing, but he was dead serious. He pulled his jacket off and draped it around your chest like a cape.

“There. No one’s looking but me.”
You blinked. “But you?”
His hands flew up to cup them through the jacket like he was guarding the Crown Jewels.
“I’m your protector, your knight, your exclusive licensed boob inspector—”
“NEITO!”
“FOR SCIENCE!!!”

You shoved him back, blushing and laughing.
He stood firm. “I’ll STAND HERE ALL DAY. NO ONE. LOOKS. AT MY QUEEN’S. JIGGLE.”

“…Did you just call me your queen?”
He pointed dramatically to the sky. “You were born to rule—and bounce—with pride!!”

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

It was hot. You were in a tank top. And Hawks was absolutely not helping.

You were reaching up to grab something off a shelf, arms stretched—and gravity did what gravity does best.
Your chest jiggled, just enough for someone with hawk vision to catch it.

You turned around, item in hand.

Hawks was leaning against the doorframe.

Smirking.

Eyes locked directly on you.

“Damn,” he whistled low. “Didn’t know I needed tickets to that bounce show.”

Your eyes widened.

“W-WHAT?!”
He grinned wider, wings flexing just a bit. “Front row seats too. Lucky me.”

You slapped your hands over your chest. “H-Hawks!”
He walked in casually, tilting his head. “Aw, don’t get shy now, baby bird. You killed me with that move.”
“It wasn’t a move!”
“Felt like one.” He leaned in. “But hey, if it wasn’t intentional… that just makes you naturally lethal.”

You squeaked. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—like—bounce?? I-I don’t even get why people like that—!”

He blinked, then chuckled softly.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, brushing a loose feather off your shoulder. “That kind of innocence? That’s even hotter.”

You practically combusted.
“I—I—shut up!”
He raised his hands, laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop. For now.”

Then he winked. “But you should really give your boobs some credit. They’ve got wings of their own.”

You covered your face and screamed into your soul.

Tamaki Amajiki

You and Tamaki were paired up for training—something chill. No combat, just passing gear between each other and checking inventory.

He handed you a box. You reached for it with both arms and—
jiggle.

Just a little. But he saw.
And you saw that he saw.

And he saw that you saw him seeing.

Then you both FROZE.

“U-Um…” you squeaked.
Tamaki’s whole face turned pomegranate red. He stared at the wall like it personally offended him. “I—I didn’t— I-I wasn’t—”

“I-it was gravity,” you mumbled, staring at your shoes. “That’s just—how it works…”
“I swear I wasn’t trying to look!” he blurted, eyes wide and panicking. “I was just handing the box—! I—I didn’t mean to—I respect you!! A LOT!!”

You waved your hands, frantically. “No no no! It’s okay! I wasn’t mad! I-I just wasn’t expecting the, um—bounce factor!”

He choked on air.
You covered your face.
He covered his face.

Now you were just standing there like two overheated lobsters, fidgeting, hands flailing.

Then quietly, from behind his hands, Tamaki mumbled:

“…They’re… really cute, though.”
You malfunctioned. “W-WHAT?!”
“I SAID NOTHING!!” he yelped, teleporting behind a stack of boxes like a coward.

You shouted back, still blushing, “Y-YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND RUN!!”

“MAYBE I CAN!!”
You peeked over the boxes. He was crouched down, hiding his face in his scarf.

You held up the box again. “Do you… still want to finish training?”
“…Only if you promise not to bounce anymore…” he whispered.

“I CAN’T PROMISE THAT, TAMAKI, IT’S PHYSICS!!!”

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

You were doing warm-up stretches before training, bent slightly forward, reaching for your toes. Nothing crazy… until you stood up too quickly.

One step back.
One bounce.

Aizawa blinked.
Paused.
Deadpan locked in.

“…That happen often?” he asked flatly.

You turned to him, confused. “Huh?”
He gestured lazily toward your chest with his capture weapon, like it was a passing weather report.
“That little earthquake.”

You stared, face heating. “Wh—! I—I didn’t mean to—!”
He shrugged. “Didn’t say it was a problem.”
“YOU NOTICED?!”
“I’m not blind.”
You covered your face with both hands. “Oh my god.”

He sighed, sipping coffee. “Relax. You’re not the first person with bounce physics in my class.”

You peeked through your fingers. “Are you—are you judging me?”
He looked you dead in the eye. “I’m judging gravity. It betrayed us both.”

You blinked.
He sipped.
You blinked harder.

“…Did you just make a joke?”
He looked away. “Don’t get used to it.”

You were about to respond, but then he muttered under his breath as he walked away:

“…Still a better distraction than Mineta’s face.”

A/N: These fanfics do not belong to me, all works belong to their rightful authors. I simply gathered these since 2019. Enjoy! Inspired by this 

The Same Old You by Jaroslav Lewis - exes but meets again (Highly recommended!)

Interview Mania by PurpleLlamanator - AU, perfect fluff (Wish I could read it again

Like Father Like Daughter by PurpleLlamanator - Drunk Ran but is she really drunk? (Contains smut)

Something Wrong by PurpleLlamanator - dont overthink detective! (LOVED it)

Rondo Towards Love: Shinichi vs Ran by luna nuova - enemies to lovers but discontinued/inactive (Explicit, read at your own risk!)

The New Teacher by HopeGrace1290 - Shinichi is Ran’s teacher (was a rollercoaster)

Word Play by AngelicSentinel - Shinichi has a……Holmes kink? (Smut)

The Teapot by LuckyLadybug - thats one way to propose!

12 Games: Shinichi and Ran by Gisachi - fluff, semi-smut, Shinichi and Ran decides to play games

Red and White by hislips - valentines (FLUFF)

Seven Days for Shinichi and Ran by Serinox - 7 days, 7 oneshots

53 Stories of SHINRAN, HEIZUHA KAOKO by Orchid| 01|

The Gift of Love by EsTeLweNadia -  sometimes, the greatest gifts of love come in small packages (extreme angst with fluff)

Feel What You Know by impossibleorimprobable - follow your guts when it comes to love (extreme angst)

On The Nature of Daylight by MintChocolateLeaves - you can never escape the ‘what ifs’ (angst but fluff)

Pretend and Practice by hislips - fake it till you make it (fluff)

Sprouting Jealousy by Zero-onE001 - Shinichi doesn’t know why (jealous fics are so cute!)

Midnight Disturbance by hislips - Drunk Shinichi (smut and fluff)

Cold Shoulder by Bleeding Jazz Gums - Shinichi gets the cold shoulder

The Angel by MoonlitSky321 -  to his role model, she was always the woman

A Study In Shinichi by Shimegami-chan - Ran studies her favorite detective 

Lost in Time by Shelling4869Ford - Was she waiting for him too? (angsty fluff)

231 SHINRAN STORIES by wanasya98 

180 SHINRAN STORIES by louisJr

BONUS: Heiji and Kazuha + dcmk 

The Darkness Inside by Akrim - Aoko and Ran solving a case together (Reread it 10 times)

Can’t Predict the Weather by PurpleLlmanator - another masterpiece 

Chemistry by Strawberry'd -  They say alcohol breaks down barriers… 

From Aho to Z by GothicAngel09 - Alphabet Angst/Fluff

Consequences by JustTeahPlease  - usual bickering yet its comforting 

Alternate Dimensions by Twins of the Earth - dcmk gets into another universe 

Sugarhigh by JustTeahPlease - conan is acting childish….perhaps a thief and an osakan detective may be the cause

Kudo Will Die by Ichthyophobia- what happens when Kogoro finds out about the Conan fiasco? 

The Hattori-Kudo Files by MeridianGrimm - you can always get crazy with your best friend

63 DCMK STORIES by kaitothegreat

59 DCMK STORIES by Sara99z

22 DCMK STORIES by Ichthyophobia

As a writer, I’m endlessly fascinated by the contradictions in people—especially the tragic ones. These paradoxes reveal a deeper truth, where strength masks sorrow and beauty hides pain.

Here’s a list of 10 eccentric yet tragic trait pairs, combining contrasting qualities that give each character a poignant, melancholic edge. These characters could be deeply moving, tragic, and thought-provoking:

Boundlessly Creative & Emotionally Numb Character Idea: They can craft breathtaking works of art that touch others’ hearts, yet they feel empty inside, unable to connect with their own creations. Their art speaks to everyone but themselves.

Empathic Healer & Chronically Ill Character Idea: They can take others’ pain away but suffer from an uncurable illness that no one else can heal. Their gift is both their strength and their curse, draining them even as they save others.

Unwaveringly Brave & Afraid of Love Character Idea: This character can face any monster or enemy without flinching, yet the idea of close relationships terrifies them. They would die for others but find it impossible to let anyone close.

Endlessly Forgiving & Self-Hating Character Idea: They forgive everyone’s faults and see the good in others, yet they can’t forgive themselves. While they bring peace to those around them, they’re haunted by self-loathing that won’t ease.

Prophetic & Forgotten Character Idea: They have visions of events to come but are cursed to be ignored and forgotten by everyone they meet. They watch disasters unfold knowing they could have helped, if only someone would remember them.

Sees the Beauty in Everything & Sees No Beauty in Themselves Character Idea: They find awe and wonder in every person and place, yet feel completely unworthy and unsightly themselves. Their admiration of the world is genuine, but they’re tragically disconnected from their own worth.

Master of Memory & Haunted by Every Loss Character Idea: They remember every detail of their life with perfect clarity, including the faces and voices of everyone they’ve lost. While they’re a living archive of the past, they’re crushed under the weight of their own memories.

Compelled to Help & Constantly Exploited Character Idea: This character has an unshakable need to help others, even those who repeatedly betray or hurt them. They sacrifice everything to save others, often at their own expense, never learning when to walk away.

Radiantly Beautiful & Mortally Lonely Character Idea: Their beauty inspires awe and admiration, but it also keeps people at a distance, assuming they’re untouchable. They’re surrounded by admiration but utterly alone, unable to find genuine connection.

(A.K.A. the quiet stuff that says everything without screaming it)

❥ The “I Always Sit Facing the Exit” Quirk They don’t talk about their childhood much, but they always know where the exits are. Every restaurant. Every train. Trauma has muscle memory. Your job is to notice what it’s saying without needing a monologue about it.

❥ The “I Can’t Sleep Until I Hear You Lock the Door” Habit It's not controlling. It's care shaped like paranoia. They say “Goodnight” like it’s casual, but they’re counting the clicks of the lock like a lullaby. Let that show more than “I love you.”

❥ The “I Keep Everything You’ve Ever Given Me” Thing Not just gifts. Receipts with your doodles. The crumpled note you wrote when you were mad. Every bit of you that felt real. It’s borderline hoarder behavior, but also? It’s devotion.

❥ The “I Cook When I’m Sad” Pattern Their world’s falling apart, but suddenly everyone has banana bread. It’s not about food—it’s about control, about creating something warm when everything else is cold. And they won’t say it out loud, but they're asking, “Will you stay?”

❥ The “I Practice Conversations in the Mirror” Secret Before big moments, hard talks, or just answering the phone. They're rehearsing being okay. They're trying to be the version of themselves people expect. That’s not weakness—it’s survival wrapped in performance art.

❥ The “I Fix Other People’s Problems to Ignore My Own” Reflex Everyone calls them “strong,” but no one notices how fast they redirect. “How are you doing though?” they ask, one heartbeat after breaking down. Let your reader see how exhaustion wears a smile.

❥ The “I Never Miss A Birthday” Rule Even for people who forgot theirs. Even for exes. It’s not about being remembered—it’s about being someone who remembers. That’s character.

❥ The “I Clean When I Feel Powerless” Mechanism That sparkling sink? Not about hygiene. That’s grief control. That’s despair in a Clorox wipe. Let it speak volumes in the silence of a spotless room.

❥ The “I Pretend I Don’t Need Help” Lie They say, “I’m fine” like it’s a full stop. But their hands shake when they think no one’s looking. Let your other characters notice. Let someone care, even when they don’t ask for it.

Dialogue prompts are my favourite kind. So little context, so much creative space to have fun with. So here is a my masterpost full of dialogue prompts.

Romantic Dialogue

Flirting Prompts - Oblivious and flirty

Teasing Prompts

More Teasing Prompts

Romance Dialogue - Bubbly + Reserved

Dramatic/Break-up Dialogue Prompts

More Break-up Dialogue Prompts

One-sided affections dialogue

Unwanted Attention Prompts

Unrequited Love Prompts

Push and pull romantic prompts

Jealousy Prompts

heartbreaking.

First Kiss Prompts

Things said during sex Prompts

Awkward Post-Sex Dialogue

Smutty Dialogue (Masterpost)

One-Liners Dialogue - Romantic, Smutty + Physical (Masterpost)

Romance Dialogue Prompts – Uncomfortable with affection

Grumpy Affectionate Dialogue

Grumpy + Sunshine Dialogue

Inexperienced with romance Prompts

Love Confessions (Masterpost)

Romantic Date Dialogue Prompts

Asking out on a date

Anniversary Dinner Dialogue

Secret Relationship Dialogue

How to write Enemies to Lovers + Dialogue Prompts

Oblivious Enemies to Lovers Prompts

Enemies to Lovers: Apocalypse AU

Exes to lovers dialogue

Friends to lovers Dialogue

Best friends to lovers Dialogue

Childhood friends to enemies to lovers Dialogue

Enemies to friends with benefits Prompts

Enemies to friends Prompts

Fluffy

Fluffy Dialogue Prompts Part I

Fluffy Dialogue Prompts Part II

Fluffy Sentence Starters

One Hundred Compliments

Shy Compliments

Hidden Pregnancy Dialogue

Sleepy Starters

Cooking/Baking Dialogue Prompts

Friends and Family

Silly Drunk Dialogue

Bar Conversation Starters

Rekindling Friendship Dialogue

Not Wanting to Rekindle Friendship Dialogue

Reconnecting Friends Prompts

Supernatural/Crime/Co.

Hero x Villain - Snarky Dialogue

Hero + Villain Dialogue

Angst Villain Dialogue

Supervillain Roommates

Life & Death Prompts + Dialogue

Demons Dialogue

Angel/Demon Dialogue

Angel/Human Dialogue

Human/Ghost Dialogue Prompts

Assassins Banter Dialogue

Showing aliens the human world

FBI mentor and mentee prompts

Heist Prompts

Hurt/Comfort and Angst

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Angsty Dialogue (Masterpost)

AUs

Bodyguard Dialogue Prompts

Patient and Doctor Prompts

Neighbors to Lovers Dialogue

Coffee Shop Prompts

Matchmaking at Work Prompts

Royalty Dialogue

Princess x Loyal Companion

Prince/ss x Commoner

Princess x Guard

Arranged Marriage Dialogue

Royal Arranged Marriage Dialogue Prompts

Royalty Forced Married to Actual Lovers Prompts

Royal x Royal Ball Dancing

Grad Students Prompts

High School Popular Kid + Outcast Dialogue

More

Dialogue Responses Masterlist

Drabble Prompts Masterlist

Three Word Sentences

Four Word Sentences

Five Word Sentences

Six Word Sentences

short & impactful

powerful.

"I can't…"

Reactions to… (Masterpost)

Asking for permission

Random Questions Prompts

You write loneliness disguised as love stories.

You write power in the mouths of characters who look nothing like you, because you needed to feel powerful somewhere.

You write grief in metaphors because writing it plain would break you.

This isn’t just storytelling.

This is transmutation.

A/N: These fanfics do not belong to me, all works belong to their rightful authors. I simply gathered these since 2019. Enjoy! Inspired by this 

The Same Old You by Jaroslav Lewis - exes but meets again (Highly recommended!)

Interview Mania by PurpleLlamanator - AU, perfect fluff (Wish I could read it again

Like Father Like Daughter by PurpleLlamanator - Drunk Ran but is she really drunk? (Contains smut)

Something Wrong by PurpleLlamanator - dont overthink detective! (LOVED it)

Rondo Towards Love: Shinichi vs Ran by luna nuova - enemies to lovers but discontinued/inactive (Explicit, read at your own risk!)

The New Teacher by HopeGrace1290 - Shinichi is Ran’s teacher (was a rollercoaster)

Word Play by AngelicSentinel - Shinichi has a……Holmes kink? (Smut)

The Teapot by LuckyLadybug - thats one way to propose!

12 Games: Shinichi and Ran by Gisachi - fluff, semi-smut, Shinichi and Ran decides to play games

Red and White by hislips - valentines (FLUFF)

Seven Days for Shinichi and Ran by Serinox - 7 days, 7 oneshots

53 Stories of SHINRAN, HEIZUHA KAOKO by Orchid| 01|

The Gift of Love by EsTeLweNadia -  sometimes, the greatest gifts of love come in small packages (extreme angst with fluff)

Feel What You Know by impossibleorimprobable - follow your guts when it comes to love (extreme angst)

On The Nature of Daylight by MintChocolateLeaves - you can never escape the ‘what ifs’ (angst but fluff)

Pretend and Practice by hislips - fake it till you make it (fluff)

Sprouting Jealousy by Zero-onE001 - Shinichi doesn’t know why (jealous fics are so cute!)

Midnight Disturbance by hislips - Drunk Shinichi (smut and fluff)

Cold Shoulder by Bleeding Jazz Gums - Shinichi gets the cold shoulder

The Angel by MoonlitSky321 -  to his role model, she was always the woman

A Study In Shinichi by Shimegami-chan - Ran studies her favorite detective 

Lost in Time by Shelling4869Ford - Was she waiting for him too? (angsty fluff)

231 SHINRAN STORIES by wanasya98 

180 SHINRAN STORIES by louisJr

BONUS: Heiji and Kazuha + dcmk 

The Darkness Inside by Akrim - Aoko and Ran solving a case together (Reread it 10 times)

Can’t Predict the Weather by PurpleLlmanator - another masterpiece 

Chemistry by Strawberry'd -  They say alcohol breaks down barriers… 

From Aho to Z by GothicAngel09 - Alphabet Angst/Fluff

Consequences by JustTeahPlease  - usual bickering yet its comforting 

Alternate Dimensions by Twins of the Earth - dcmk gets into another universe 

Sugarhigh by JustTeahPlease - conan is acting childish….perhaps a thief and an osakan detective may be the cause

Kudo Will Die by Ichthyophobia- what happens when Kogoro finds out about the Conan fiasco? 

The Hattori-Kudo Files by MeridianGrimm - you can always get crazy with your best friend

63 DCMK STORIES by kaitothegreat

59 DCMK STORIES by Sara99z

22 DCMK STORIES by Ichthyophobia

You’re a goddamn survivor of your own imagination.

List of AUs

Acting AU

Drama Club Enemies to Lovers

Bodyguard AU

Bodyguard AUs

Bodyguard Dialogue Prompts

Bookstore/Library AU

Bookstore AUs

How to create an atmosphere: Library

Celebrity/Rich AU

Fan x Celebrity Prompts

Road to fame ideas

Gossip Girl/Rich AUs

Coffee Shop AU

Coffee Prompts

Coffee Shop AUs

Coffee Shop Prompts

How to create an atmosphere: Coffee Shop

Flower Shop AU

Flower Shop AUs

Firefighter/Police AU

Firefighter/Police AUs

Friends with Benefits AU

Friends with Benefits to Lovers Prompts

Enemies to Friends with Benefits Prompts

Ghost AU

Human x Ghost Prompts

Human/Ghost Dialogue Prompts

Haunted Objects

Inconvenient things a ghost could do

Guardian Angel AU

Guardian Angel Prompts

Historic AU

Victorian AU Prompts

Historic Prompts - 1800s Ball Prompts

Hospital/Doctors AU

Patient and Doctor Prompts

Lawyer AU

Lawyer AUs

Rival Lawyers

Lawyer + Client Dialogue

Lifeguard AU

Lifeguard AUs

Mafia AU

How to write the Mafia

Mafia Prompts

Magic/Magical Creatures AU

Magic

Magical Creatures Part I

Magical Creatures Part II

Hogwarts Prompts

Mermaid AU

Mermaid Prompts

Turning into a mermaid

Musician AU

Band AU Prompts

Enemies to Lovers: Band Edition

Rockstar AUs

Eurovision AU

Neighbors AU

Neighbor AUs Part I

Neighbor AU Part II

Neighbors to lovers prompts

Outer Space

Space Horror Prompts

Pirate AU

Pirate Prompts

(Post-)Apocalypse AU

Causes for the apocalypse

Last day on earth

Post-apocalyptic romance prompts

Roommates AU

Roommates Prompts

Roommates AUs

Roommates to Lovers - Spending time together

Roommates to Lovers Prompts

Royalty AU

Royalty Masterpost (Prompts and Advice Posts)

School/College AU

Boarding School Prompts

College/University AUs

Meet ugly College AU

Polar Opposite Students Prompts

Professor x TA Prompts

Teacher x Teacher Prompts

How to write a college party

Soulmates AU

Soulmate AUs

Multiple Soulmates Prompts

Dark Soulmates AUs

Sports AU

Dancer Prompts

Sport Romance Prompts

Spy/Assassins AU

Assassins Banter Dialogue

Assassin x Target Prompts

Spy Prompts

Evil organization of assassins

Vampire AU

Vampire Prompts

Vampire Dialogue

Werewolf AU

Werewolf Prompts Part I

Werewolf Prompts Part II

Human x Werewolf Prompts

Workplace/Office AU

Colleague AUs

Co-workers - Hate to love Part I

Co-workers - Hate to love Part II

Matchmaking at Work Prompts

Secret Dating at Work Prompts

More:

Groundhog Day Prompts