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Rock Lee x Reader !Oneshot

Summary - He’s dorky. He’s kind and seemingly hypnotized by the front window of your yoga studio. Constantly making sly glances until your eyes meet where he then throws a beaming thumbs up. You can only awkwardly smile. Curious as to who the friendly bushy eyebrowed man is

Contents - Domestic, Fluff, Modern

An - He’s such a green buff flag. I need that bad. Also shoutout to the artist on TikTok @oliver_jin_wang for the crazy Lee art. Def go check him out.

It’s early. 4:30am in the morning early. You don’t know why your feet have strung you back to the studio but they have. It’s foggy outside and the sky is dark. Your phone is on dnd not that there were any messages going to come through anyway. It’s way too early and way too late for any kind of communication at this time. All you can really do is grip your bag and push forward into the cold morning air that stings at your face.

When you’re finally in front of the studio pushing the key into the lock your whole body shivers. You could have done your routine at home. Stretched a little and maybe satisfied your legs. Maybe even allowed yourself a little time for basic poses and breathing. Deep down though you knew it wouldn’t have kept you happy. Not with the growing muscles and flexing pains all throughout your body. You needed the full workout. The full body serenity.

Settling your things on the mat floor you flip on a light and begin. Taking your shoes and socks off. Pushing your off to the side. You enter a state of pure calm. Both your mind and body becoming one. Even with it just being stretched at first. Gradually it intensifies. From a headstand to a crane pose. Continuing to shift into different things a few minutes at a time.

It all floats around you. Your body relaxes as it’s supported by your arms and legs. Whatever the pose requires. It’s all so nice so calming. All until you look at the big giant glass window that has a full view of whatever you’re doing from the outside. Theres a man. With a dark green hoodie and a pensive look on his face. He’s observing. Looking you up and down. Until he’s not.

Looking straight into your eyes while you attempt to multitask. You squeak when you meet his eyes. There’s a million thoughts running through your mind per second that are all seemingly washed away when he smiles. For a moment you can’t tell if it’s the way your body is angled but you can feel the blood rush to your head.

He’s sporting sweatpants. A duffle bag hung over his shoulders. Earphones dangling from around his neck. It takes you squinting to realize he’s holding two thumbs up. Now you were never one to judge a book by its cover but he looked like those nerdy guys in the back of your college classes. A book in his face instead of anything social.

So you let it slide. Let him stare and be on his way. It’s all men did anyways what’s wrong with giving one permission? Thats how it started. How you justified your long stretches and early yoga but as time went on you found yourself waiting at the window for him.

His stupid bowl cut and wide eyes. Like every pose you did was something intricate and amazing. Wearing more matching sets. Doing your hair more neatly. All it took was one morning to change your whole dynamic. When he walked in and you got a more personal look at him.

“Excuse me” A heavy voice rings out into the air “I’m not sure if this studio is open but I’ve seen you these past couple of mornings and-“

Great is all you can remember running through your mind. He was ruining the whole eye candy or window shopping thing you were putting out for him. You guys weren’t meant to interact just look at each other and awkwardly ignore each other in public.

Opening your eyes you looked up slightly annoyed. Until it all dissipated when he was towering over you. Now you’ve seen built men. Scrolled through them all the time on TikTok but this really took the cake. His shoulders were broad. Face was cute. And you could see the veins poking from beneath his hoodie.

“I’m sorry what’s your name?” Is what you come up with.

He’s much too enthusiastic for the time read on your phone. As if he’s speaking every sentence with an exclamation mark. Every smile he shows you looks oddly cocky in a way but warm when it meets your eyes. It makes your stomach ever so slightly warm.

“Rock lee but you can call me Lee” There it is again those pearly white teeth.

He’s charmed you in a way you weren’t even aware could happen. Instinctively you shrink not trying to size yourself up in front of the guy the width of a fridge. Fiddling with your finger you just listen as he rambles about loving the art of stretching and yoga. How sweet. He is a nerd.

“I’d be grateful if you allowed me to show you more about the stretches we do in Tai if that’s alright?” His voice despite being a little pitchy is welcoming in a very golden retriever way “whenever you would like of course”

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Satoru Gojo x Reader !Oneshot

Summary - Gojo always used to being the most attractive person in the room. Until you that is.

Contents - Cute, Modern

An - This is not proofread sooooo. But let me know if you guys have any other ideas

Why does Gojo insist on starting his day earlier? Well because he’s Satoru Gojo and the whole world needs the blessing of seeing him at the crack of dawn. That’s what he told himself. What he tells anyone when they catch him up at 4:30 in the morning on a walk or working out. Truth be told Gojo just likes the mornings to himself. With no one kissing his ass. No one telling him to count his gifts and stop looking down on others.

He was Satoru Gojo.

Why was that so hard to understand? He wasn’t on the same level as flings or people who got married at 25. Unaging and unchanging. He was epitome of perfection. Perfect build, perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect skin. Silky smooth like milk freshly poured.

Every room he walked into suddenly became Satoru Gojos stage with just a smile. A blink of his eyes or the breathing of his air. So when he walked with a prideful gloat in his step there was no need to be hurt by it. In his mind he was simply above everyone and who was anyone to tell him otherwise. Especially when people had told him that same thing from when he was born.

“Aren’t you just the most handsome man I’ve ever seen” A little lady smiles “such blue eyes”

Yeah. They were blue. He wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to him so early in the morning. It was 5am for gods sake. There should be an unwritten rule. Keep to yourself until the hours of 7. Why should he be punished for people’s lingering eyes? Looking off to the side he nodded his head stitching a weak smile on his face.

She’s holding a flower pot. Slowly moving around the front of her shop. Clearly getting situated to open. Now he feels bad. Great. Sighing he opens her mouth only to watch her turn on her heels as quick as she’d talked to him. Oh?

Now he’s made a fool of himself. Here he was thinking she’d be so caught off guard by him she’d stop whatever she was doing. Deciding to let it go he turned back around. Continuing down the street. It was foggy. Dreary. Like the world wanted him to drag his feet and quit the high horse he was on. Like he’d ever do that.

When he finally gets to an okay destination he pulls himself inwards. Looking forward. Head held higher than any cloud that could come close to the ground. The little bells chimes and a cashier perks up. A warm smile engulfed on her face.

Very cute.

“Early morning?!” She muses tightening her apron “it’s nice to see you around again”

Truth be told he had no idea who this was. He’s only come in her twice. Instead he greets her with a wave as if he’d known her all along. Confidence plaguing every square inch of his body.

“You could say something like that” He retorts back teasingly long sleeve fitted around his muscles “What’s a man got to do for a coffee hmm?”

Gojo could lie and say he naturally had a flirty voice but there would be no point. When he spoke things naturally came out in a smooth flow of cockiness. Like he knew everyone’s step before they took it. He had a habit of doing it particularly with women. Constantly caring and teasing them in a loving manor that made you question if he indeed did like you. Hard to swallow but he didn’t.

“Order silly” She speaks back with a laugh

He was off his game today. A cute girl in an everyday looking way had managed to catch back what he threw. Looking her up and down he nodded his head.

“I guess that would be true wouldn’t it?” Another smile. That’s three smiles already.

He orders sliding out his wallet from his pants. Using her to keep the change before waiting on the other side of the counter. This place isn’t so bad. He hasn’t been harassed by a barista in heat. In fact she’s even gone as far as to remember his face.

Scrolling through his phone he goes through various dm’s. How gross is what he should say if he didn’t entertain every single comment. Liking and replying with something twice as questionable. Tapping his fingers rhythmically on the side of his phone he’s lost. Not sure what to fill his mind with apart from himself.

Until the bell ring from the shop door does it for him. All of a sudden everyone wants coffee at 5 in the morning-

“Good morning L/n!! You’re looking especially pretty today” A voice beams “we’ve all missed that beautiful face!”

Time seems too slow for Gojo. Like the world had brought him here for this exact moment. For the first time in his life Gojo’s at a loss for words. His eyes unable to rip apart from the seemingly perfect complexion in front of him. The delicate expression and even prettier aura exuding from every step.

You don’t look his way. Don’t even seem to notice him. Like he’s a ghost. Like he’s not Satoru fucking Gojo. You’re holding onto a purse that looks made just for you. No brand name detected. Just a sleek design to match your heels.

And god when you smile at Barista. Shivers chill down his spine. Cold fingers running a dull breeze amongst his body up and down. His throat dries and all he can give at the moment is a confused stare.

He feels underdressed. No because even if he was in an outfit specifically made to flirt with you you’d still manage to look better than him a hundred times over. Suddenly the compliments of him making anything look good don’t feel so real. Not when the outfit you wore seemed to just tone your beauty down. There’s a splash that hits his face. Like a cold wave of water in the heat of the summer.

He cant even begin to entertain the idea of talking to you. You look much too in your own world. Another world from his. Something much farther and higher. What makes this even worse is that you aren’t some model he’s seen before. A completely new face straight from gods hands. Which means this is your everyday beauty. A think you just happen to wake up with.

“I’ve made your coffee!! Don’t worry about paying…” The girl from earlier joyfully speaks “just seeing your face is enough to make me happy again”

Like that? That’s all it took? You haven’t even ushered more than a few words other than good morning. Hadn’t even paid for your coffee or taken out your wallet. Now he understood the wind in which the barista had blown him off earlier for. Of course she didn’t flirt back. Of course she wasn’t flustered. Just look at what she was seeing regularly.

Gojo has picked up a few details. Your name, how often you come here, and that you were a local. How soothing your mannerisms were. He wanted nothing more than the gentleness of your fingers on him.

Shamefully every freaky thing he’s ever said feels stupid. Like you’d be appalled to find out that millions of people on the planets found him attractive. He’s seen beautiful girls before. Seen models every day of his life. Been paired at one point to marry one of these beautiful girls but you were a different type of beautiful. One he wanted to be showered in.

He can’t help but watch the way the world seems to bend for you. The fog had cleared 5 minutes after you walked in. The cold becoming just a bit warmer and the glow of the rising sun seeping in to melt on you. Your hair tamed perfectly to frame your face.

“If you really insist?” Oh god. Your voice is even sweeter. It catches a tight feeling in his body “thank you again it really”

Then it all ends. Time returns back and you pass by him coffee in hand. Sitting at one of the many empty tables. He watches for a bit longer until his name is called.

“Your coffee Gojo!!” The barista whips around holding his coffee “Enjoy!”

When he’d even tell her his name? That’s beside the point. He had no real reason to stay. In fact he had to be back soon but that didn’t mean he wanted to. The barista was looking at him weird. He was staring between his coffee before finally switching back to you.

His stomach seems to turn on himself when he sees you’re staring back.

Like a little boy finding out his childhood crush knows his name. He tightens the hold on his coffee. His body sputtering out of his control. Breath hitched as if he’d just climbed the tallest mountain. Neither of you break apart. Your eyes dart all around his face. He knew he was attractive but was he attractive to you? That’s all that mattered to him. That’s all that truly mattered in this exact moment. As his heart pounded and knees threatened to buckle.

But he’s Gojo so of course he makes the stupid decision to look away first. Turning in his feet to walk towards the door. Without another word. No goodbye or thank you. Just rudely stared at this girl and left.

When he makes it outside the coffee seems to burn in his hands. What had just happened. Why was his body doing this. Just giving in on itself.

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Nerdjo Satoru x Reader !Oneshot

Summary - Nerdjo who’s constantly on top of every class always running laps around his professors and classmates. Quietly held as a quiet but niche guy girls are constantly turning away from. Until you meet him with a slightly ditzy personality and even more lukewarm grades. Holding yourself to low degree he finds himself stuck more on you than any assignments needing to be turned in.

Contents - Fluff, Slight spice (Kissing)

An - This is so ah I should lowkey make this into a fic but I’m LAZY. I also really find the idea of a guy teaching me something incredibly HOT. 100+ likes and I’ll look it over

“Maybe he’s albino”

“I really don’t think so…” Your friend murmurs shyly turning to look at the white hair perched just a row from the two of you. “and you should lower your voice he might hear you”

Her face is flustered attempting to focus on the professor while you bubble about whatever nonsense that takes over your brain. The class is quiet apart from your two whispers. Exchanging out of pocket comments with a smile painted on your face like a puppy. Unaware of the glances sent your way. From your professor to the random people you find yourself sharing a class with.

“Exam two weeks from now!! Do not forget I repeat do not forget!?” Students are packing up. Backpacks rustling pencils drawing their last lines.

You stop. Looking down at your half written page of notes. Your friend is hurrying to finish cleaning up her things. Meaning she didn’t have the time for you to be dragging your feet today. Pursing your lips you shot up throwing stuff in your bag without care. Following your friend down the lecture hall classroom clumsily. Pencils struggling to stay inside your unzipped purse.

“You!!” Catching your professors voice you point at yourself confused. He nodded his head gesturing over.

Your friend is bouncing now wanting to leave the classroom as quickly as possible. She has another class on the other side of campus in 10 minutes. She really couldn’t walk in late anymore. One more time of the whole class staring at her and she’d switch your shared class to another day. This she’d warned several times.

Not wanting to be left you asked her to wait just 5 minutes. Putting a hand up with a half smile.

“You’re a smart girl I’ll give you that” He starts slowly looking between you and your friend. “but at the rate your going you’re going to fail my class”

Your whole face went hot. Not even wanting to look at the kids passing by you leaving class as a crowd. Clearly this wouldn’t be the 2 minutes talk you were hoping for. You turned back to your friend waving her off while you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“I assume you already know that your looks won’t carry you everywhere” He pinches his temples sighing like a disappointed father.

By no means were you close with this professor but he was one of the few you said hi and bye too. Occasionally commenting on the few reports you turned in. He was nice and helpful always having open office hours despite his clearly tiring schedule. Grading assignments from 1-4 in the morning .

This class was finally empty. He was going over a few missed assignments and projects that were sitting in your inbox. You physically felt small. Wanting to curl in a corner and not admit that you were falling behind. Despite all your parents praises telling the opposite. How did this happen? More like how could it not. School truly was the most boring but stressful point in your life and what? You still had seven more years only being two years in.

“I understand I’ll turn everything in my apologies sir” He looks at the way your whole body stiffens. The way your nails dig lightly into your arms.

“You’re an adult just as me” He sighs exasperated “maybe it’s time to look into other fields of work rather than torturing yourself with a class you clearly don’t care enough to pay attention in”

How would you tell your family that? They were expectant of your ambitions and glorious life you’d described in detail. Big house, handsome, and buff husband who you could laugh with without feeling like some burden.

He wouldn’t look down at your inability to focus or the fact that you’d passed most of your classes with a C-. Just be happy that you passed at all. Happy that he had even been given a chance to meet you. That’s what you were hoping to find. Now look at you failing your classes while guys looked at you as some fleeting moment not good enough for marriage or a planned future.

This sucked. Really sucked. Sinking in on yourself you listened to his words.

“I belive you’re becoming a sort of disruptment for everyone here…boys and girls together-“ He wants to continue but he’s stopped when a packet is curtly placed on his podium.

Looking up you meet with soft blue eyes. They have a sadness to them that’s really more of sweet undertone. His face serious while he glances at you. Neutral colored crewneck doing nothing and everything to make his face pop.

“Sorry just turning this in Dr-“ His voice is even colder. Like an ice cube down the curve of your spine.

He attempts to look away but you’re completely lost just staring at him. This makes him slightly uncomfortable looking everywhere but your eyes.

“Now this is who you really want to be!” Your professor muses patting the guy on his back “even if it’s a bit out of reach for the rest of us normal people…Gojo here is top of all his classes”

Gojo? Thats right the albino…

He’s fully peeled himself away from your eyes. Pushing his glasses up lips parted.

“Is he now?…” Gojo looks up when he hears your voice “It’s nice to meet you Gojo”

Oh he’s gone. Just a bit. His book bag feeling heavier than it usually does. He recounts his thoughts to skip the gym today. Maybe not today. He’s heard your voice before. You were ‘Ms Talks a lot’. Always having something interesting or funny to say no matter how important the lecture.

“You sit behind me don’t you?” He pokes his head up quietly looking at you

“I do how’d you-…” Covering your mouth with your hands you frowned. Were you really that much of a distraction? To the point of having the top student headspace thrown off.

“Well you two look like you get along” Your professor smiles clearly already having caught onto Gojo’s weird behavior.

While you were oblivious to the situation at hand. Distraction was distraction. You had become a hindrance for the people around you. This was really the icing on the cake. You could switch or maybe just shut up for a change. You pay for this class so you aren’t so sure you had a chance for the first one at all.

“It was nice meeting you but I have to go sorry mister” Lowering your head you backed away zipping up the last pocket of your purse.

Gojo watches. Well aware how out of his league you are but doing nothing to stop the way his eyes have zero shame lingering on the back of your jeans as you walked away. Belly button out and just looking at him practically yelling at him to come over. Who is gojo without obsessing over one thing? Not Gojo that’s who he is. That’s been made clear plenty of times in his life. Only ever having one crush his entire life. Back in elementary which he still thinks about once in a while.

Always making one thing his entire personality. He let it start with academic liking the praise that came with it when he was younger and only recently his fitness. He found it hard to explain to people who were constantly changing who they were and who they wanted to be. To him he was a few main things: Smart, athletic, and boring. That was Satoru Gojo.

You on the other hand were a many things he was not. You were pretty, interesting, and incredibly charming. He’d go as far as to call you charismatic. How’d he know that? Well he listened. More of you than the long repetitious talks the professor would go on about. It was only now did he really get a good view of you. He felt like a male bird.

Gulping and pushing his glasses up with another sigh.

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Your train of thought was elsewhere. Overthinking the short interaction. Were you really that much of a problem person? Oh you really hoped not. That would more than suck. How could your day possibly get any worse than it already was. You’d been called a distraction and basically dumb. Wincing you pulled out your phone hoping for something to ease your mind.

You find nothing even close to that. Instead a short text about your friend changing classes. That she couldn’t be late anymore and felt she had too many classes on one day. You shut your phone off sniffling into the air. Just great.

That didn’t stop any of your worries though. If anything it increased them. You had an exam to study for and a couple grades to pick up. Slowly moving your feet to the library your face was stuck in an upside down smile. Wanting to do anything but the work placed in front of you like the tallest mountain to ever be climbed.

The library isn’t packed. There’s maybe a total of 7 people. No cameras just rows and rows of books. A few tables evenly spread throughout the large building. You opted to pick a table way in the back where nobody could see you struggle. Once you’d gotten situated you dragged a pen across your notebook. Head folded over the wooden table lazily. Notebook untouched. MacBook sitting with your assignments opened.

You wanted to do anything but this. It was overwhelming. At least 20+ assignments. How’d you even let it get that far. You hated yourself. Why’d you do this.

“Maybe…I should just drop the class” Defeated you reach to close your MacBook only to pause when a figure stumbles into your hidden spot.

It’s Gojo. Glasses comfortably tucked behind his ear. Outfit giving off a very boyfriend style. If that in any way makes sense. Your mouth forms an o not sure if you should continue to pack up and look like an idiot who just gives up.

“Can I sit here?” He murmurs “I usually sit here so…”

He trails off and you immediately nod your head. Pushing your stuff closer to your side. He takes this as his sign to sit. Placing a few books he collected before this on the table. It’s awkward for a bit. Gojo always presumed you to be extroverted but you were dwindling on yourself. Slowly deflating as if his mere presence was shaking your mood.

He tries to focus he really does but any sudden movement you make changes his string of thoughts. Especially when you’d get confused and bite your lip. You were cute in a way he wasn’t too keen on admitting. It was like the air around you just naturally made you glow in a beguiling way.

When you finally looked up at him you furrowed your eyebrows easing one up at him. Was there something on your face?

“Did you maybe need help?” He starts attempting to make conversation.

“No no it’s fine you focus on that” You look up at him circling around the stacks of books on his table. He was more embarrassed for even thinking he had the right idea to help. Maybe he’d go find another corner to read in.

Truth be told he was just going to read through a couple textbooks since he didn’t have any work but maybe he’d just go straight home after all. He’s already embarrassed himself much more than he’d like to admit.

“Maybe you can help me with just this please” Your voice is meek. Shyly turning your MacBook to point at one of the twenty missing assignments you had.

Inside he’s beaming. Not that his face is showing that. Moving his chair over to explain the assignment and how to do it. It’s a couple minutes of him leaning over the table pointing at words and subjects that it all clicks. You smile pulling at his crewneck. Laxly linking an arm with him.

“You’re the smartest Gojo!” You jump up “If only I’d known you’d sooner maybe I’d passed the last test”

He’s not taking in the words. Looking at your arm linked with him. The way you’re so casually pressing up against him has him wanting to pull back all the way to outer space. He calmly finds it in himself to ask if you need more help which you agree to. Minutes turn into hours and you end up spending more time talking with him while he overviews assignments. Typing in some columns for you while you praise him occasionally.

He’s intuitive. Making sure you understand everything before he moves on. Goosebumps running down his skin anytime you let out another statement of approval. Another thing he noticed was how quick you caught on to things. He was never one for tutoring people. He’s tried but he truly doesn’t have the patient for idiotic questions. You on the other hand soaked everything up like a sponge. Constantly getting the right kind of idea.

“I wish I could repay you for all of this” You spoke up fiddling with your fingers.

He locks eyes with yours. Eyes half open from just completing 15+ assignments in one sitting for a couple hours. He wants to say maybe a date? Maybe just talking with him more but he doesn’t have it in him.

You can imagine his surprise when he spots you leaning in.

“How about this then?…” Catching his lips with yours it’s gentle. Gojos lips weirdly soft for a boy.

He doesn’t hesitate to lean into it. Meshing his skin with yours. Trialing fingers up your waist you pull away with a pant. He wipes his lips glasses foggy ready for more. You smile ruffling his hair playfully.

“If you keep helping me we’ll get to see each other more” He immediately nods his head. Lips quivering. “are you free this weekend”

For you he’d be free any day of the week. Helping you clean up your stuff he wants more. Unsure of how to elaborate that. You didn’t look the type to give yourself up for just work. Maybe he really had a chance here.

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Kinji Hakari x Reader x Kirara Hoshi !Oneshot

Summary - A side relationship with Kirara that turns into an experience with Hakari after he breaks the ice and compliments you. Caused partially because of his inactive demeanor.

Contents - Fluff, Minor spice (mention’s of kissing)

An - I love them both and it’d feel wrong to write a fanfic without including the other

The fight club is loud. People cheering. Voices ringing through your ears about a knockout. You don’t mind it looking around for a specific alternative looking girl. Wandering through the crowds hoping to spot the familiar teal streak. Picking at your hands hoping if you magically turn more corners and climb higher up then you just might find her. It’s when men start whistling at you that you’ve finally had enough.

Pulling your phone out you spam her phone with ‘where are you??’ texts. Like a clingy boyfriend missing his girl. You don’t mean too but god you can’t help the feeling that runs into your veins when you can’t spot her in a crowded place. Especially with so many questionable people in this place. They always got so touchy so entitled.

When she doesn’t answer you puff out your cheeks chewing at the inside of your mouth. Holding onto your phone tighter until the volume button presses into your skin a light imprint left. It’s when you make your way outside do you calm down. Stumbling in front of the building letting out small agitated huffs.

Crossed arms you check your phone hoping she gets the message but to no avail nothing. Calmly clicking your phone off you take a few steps forward stopping when you hear a noise. Freezing almost immediately. Kirara made it a point not for you to travel outside the club alone. For the sole reason of the people that came out of the club in general. They were fighters they liked stirring trouble.

It’s when you hear a whimper does your face turn a rosy shade. A shiver running through your body at the sudden drop in temperature. Immediately turning on your heel you don’t want to get caught by the couple as some sort of sick pervert listening in on them.

“Kinn don’t tease” A way too familiar voice speaks into the air. You almost physically jolt at the sound. It’s Kirara and Hakari together.

Now you knew they were a couple god everyone knew it but you specifically oh you knew it well. Something about Kirara being shared your friend being touched by some gambling addict all while she came back to you and laughed about it. Like it was the most light thing in the world. Like it was second nature. They were a couple of course it was normal but was it also normal to be making out with one of them while the other accidentally stumbled in.

News flash it wasn’t and in all honesty it was starting to make you more possessive. Constantly viewing Hakari as competition even if he wasn’t the most impressive by the books. He was still someone Kirara deeply concerned herself with. Whatever that meant. It didn’t help the spiral of questions that entered your mind when you first kissed her.

Would Hakari kill you?

And the fact that her pretty face and cute voice made you want to hold her tighter.

She was charming in almost every way. Sometimes you’d catch yourself following her around like a puppy all while Hakari accompanied beside. Like a damn wasp if you had one way to describe it. He remembered your face. Made sure not to forget and lingered. Sometimes longer than you liked. You wouldn’t admit that though.

“Oh? Y/nn?” You perk up when you hear her voice. Calling out to you. Closing your eyes you bite your lip fiddling with your fingers as you turn around like a good dog. “I knew I recognized your hair”

She’s walking towards you. You catch your breath in response staring at her hand. Which is clasped around Hakaris in a loving fashion. A smile on her face the entire time as she waves you over. The back of the building far darker than where you were currently standing. Moon high above the three of you guys in a strange looking way.

“Hi Kirara…sorry I was just leaving” You murmured trying to keep yourself from glancing at her hand that’s so comfortably wrapped around his.

Her eyes widen a bit looking up at you curiously.

“Don’t go we were just heading back in come back up with us?” She inquires getting closer and closer with each step. “We’ll give you a good viewing of the next fight pleaseee?”

Her words drag off eyes piercing into yours and you find yourself nodding. Moving forward to her. Before you know it you’re being whisked away with Hakari following behind like always. It doesn’t matter because there’s a smug smile on your face. She let go of Hakari to hold you. All while guiding you upstairs higher and higher.

The walk feels slow. Like it’s just the two of you. All her attention on you as she rambles about how pretty your lips look today with a soft laugh. Plump she called them. Full and sweet like chocolate. You listen in like an idiot. Eyes twinkling at her compliments. Taking in that pretty face as she spoke.

It’s when you reach the top of the building you pause. Hesitation burning into your skin. This was Hakaris part of the building. Where Hakari and Kirara did stuff. Where you and Kirara did stuff. You felt like such a side piece. A side piece that was loyal to her main. Even if her main had a main. If that made any sense.

One thing about this was the way Hikaris eyes always managed to land on you. Before the whole kissing your pretty friend thing happened he wouldn’t do much look in your direction but now it’s like the both of you always managed to find each other. Scoffing and breaking eye contact. You’re sure he’s never been in a situation like this. Never had to keep an eye on another girl for his girl. Especially now knowing that his girl was interested in said girl.

It was confusing. Way too confusing for Hakaris taste. He barely even remembers what he said when he walked in on the two of you. Just looked down and saw it. The way you were drowsily kissing on his girlfriend. Now he’d consider this cheating if not for the fact he didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would. It wasn’t a terrible sight but weren’t relationships supposed to be built on loyalty or something?

As many questions were running through your mind Hakari had twice as many questions in his.

You could feel his gaze. His eyes boring into your back. It wasn’t hard to tell. Hakari wasn’t looking at his girl but the one beside her. The swish of your hips and sway of your hair. Attempting to let the thoughts wash out on their own until they didn’t. When the three of you were finally sat in his little cam room he had his head thrown back trying not to think about how impressively hot it was making him being in here with two other people.

Kirara sound asleep on his lap while you scrolled on your phone holding Kirara hand. It was an odd way of sharing but here he was.

“Doesn’t this make you feel weird?” He finally spits out looking down at the screen in front of him. You don’t respond. Not quickly. Instead clicking your phone off to look back down at Kiara’s delicate face.

“Nope…I couldn’t care less what any of this feels like” He doesn’t believe it. Not when your voice is quiet and you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself. Hakari was no body language expert but he can see the way your hand tightened and mood physically shrunk when he was around.

“Uh huh” He raises an eyebrow not too much as caring what you were trying to satisfy him of.

He picks up Kirara setting her beside him. His hand directly under her ass all while she’s holding onto yours. She hasn’t groaned or anything. Just simply felt she was safe enough to fully knock out with the both of you by her side. Stretching his arm around her fully does he move back when he finds both of you and Kirara’s hand molded together.

“You’re lucky you aren’t ugly” He adds glancing away from your hands.

You raise an eyebrow when you hear his play of words. Was that a compliment or a threat? You were blurring the lines just a bit too much for your own good. Looking up at Hakari he was engrossed in whatever was playing on the screen. Face being slightly lit up with the glow of the tv. Maybe Kirara wasn’t just as crazy for her decision as you have her credit for.

Furrowing your brows he glances back over at you only to catch you staring at him. You aren’t sure if you’re supposed to back up but you don’t. Softly stepping getting up off the couch to get around the table.

“Do you find it weird?” You ask.

He’s looking back up at you. Lips slightly parted eyes looking you up and down before back at Kirara. Doesn’t count as cheating right? Not if they both like you?

He doesn’t let go of Kirara either instead he’s gesturing for you to come closer with his free hand. You follow sitting beside him patiently. Quiet breaths heard if you listened close enough. When he leans in to land a quick and steady kiss do you really melt. Allowing the same comfort he gives Kirara.

“Only when I’m not included” He shrugs pulling you towards him. Hand around your waist. “why wouldn’t I want two hot girls next to me”

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Nanami Kento x Blind!Reader !Headcannons

•Nanami Kento who’s eyes can’t keep to himself when your around

•Nanami Kento who is beside himself when you finally take the chance to use him as a guide around unfamiliar places

•Nanami Kento who helps you pick out the correct shade of concealer when you aren’t in the mood to ask a worker

•Nanami Kento who can’t even begin to describe the way your skin and complexion look like when you ask

•Nanami Kento who’s only answer to your curiosity is to place a gentle hand over your mouth while he looks away lips parted

•Nanami Kento who spends time after work watching hair and makeup tutorials to ease your load

•Nanami Kento who’s main goal is to soak into your world as much as he can

•Nanami Kento who let your hands feel from his chest to his face all with his heart thumping outside his chest

•Nanami Kento who never cared for his muscles beyond a being fit until you began commenting on how different he felt from others

•Nanami Kento who’s camera slowly began filling with candid shots of you the moment he truly realized you’d never notice

•Nanami Kento who never once looked down at you as someone who was a burden or a person in need of caring

•Nanami Kento who slowly started removing anything that may have been an obstacle in his apartment

•Nanami Kento who desperately wanted to understand the disappointment in your face when he described his appearance as plain

•Nanami kento who tells people off politely about people touching you as a means of helping

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Nanami Kento x Reader !Oneshot

Summary - Nanami coming to realize that his sweet wife thinks his spending on her is a waste of money. Only the look he gives her while he drops another ten thousand on jewelry meant to be adorned on her and her alone can show his real feelings towards it.

Contents - Domestic, Richness, Cute

An - I seriously love the idea of Nanami being super UBER rich so enjoy billionaire status Nanami who never really spends his money on anything except for his beautiful wife.

“Can you show her the teal” He points at the Jeweler whose hands are already holding another piece. With a slight nod he sets the previous necklace attempting to keep face neutral.

“So this one is from our dream piece collection focused on the tropical areas of the world this one is Malaysia’s heart” The man shows you the decorated bracelets. Teal accents everywhere. Diamonds littering it all around the base of the actual bracelet. It’s breathtaking. Your breath hitches ever so slightly. Nanami catches it sitting up in his seat now fully looking at the piece.

“How much?” You tilt your head while he clips the bracelet strap onto your wrist.

Nanami raises an eyebrow at the question. Turning back to the jeweler. Looking at the other lavish items. They were nice but what really made them shine was when they were on you. When it was a late date night and he can see each and every piece shine in all your glory. That’s what made an expensive dress so expensive. Not the fabric but the work of art wearing it.

“With all the pieces you’re currently at thirty grand” Looking at the jewelry along your arms and neck you opted to take a few out. There’s no reason to blow thirty thousand in one shop. Shaking your head you spoke up smoothly.

“We’ll just take the necklace and these two bracelets” The man nods his head standing up and pointing at the two other jewelers standing on the side to take off the extra necklaces, rings, and bracelets. “Thank you”

Nanami frowned just for a moment seeing all the jewelry come off. Waiting for them to bring the card machine everyone leaves the private room. Nanami leans back in his chair taking a good look at you. Nanami never understood his colleagues frugal spending. Constantly buying overpriced things well in the useless range but ever since he met you. Ever since he saw your face light up when he got you a necklace you had saved on your phone one while you were late night scrolling. He hadn’t been the same.

Spending heaps of money on you. Even if you didn’t realize it sometimes. Buying dresses online he thought would look nice on you at least once or twice a month. He’d unintentionally become a designer. Nitpicking at clothes when a well known fashion brand came to the house because they were interested in your look. While you shyly looked at the way they played with your body to perfect it.

“You sure you don’t want anything else beautiful? At least the teal one it suited your skin tone” He murmured cupping your face into a kiss.

It was controlled nothing heated. Nanami was a formal man he would never do anything like making in a public office. Not like Gojo and his current girlfriend who can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves. That doesn’t mean Nanami won’t keep a hand on you. He’s calculated about it. Never doing too much when it came too pda.

“No just these you already got me something last week for my birthday no need to spend more” He pulls off of you still dazed lips slightly parted. He won’t fight your logic but still.

When the jeweler finally comes back with the boxed jewelry and card machine Nanami moves forward. Taking his card out of the wallet you handmade him when you first started dating. You’d say Nanami is attractive in everything he does but it’s especially evident when he takes out that sleek Black Amex card to swipe for whatever pretty thing catches your eye.

When the ding is heard the jeweler shakes his hand handing the three boxes of jewelry in a bag. Nanami takes your hand picking up the other two bags from your previous stops. Guiding you out the private viewing room and back into the strips of expensive stores. Nanami’s hand firmly held with yours his shades in place all while he has three bags in his other.

This to him is his life. Spoiling the people he loves in life and protecting them. The morning sun is high. People of all colors with the same rich energy as Nanamis investors. All in casual rich brands you’re only barely learning about. Unlike certain brands who make sure to shower their name on the clothes in a tacky way.

Looking around for shade you pulled on Nanami’s shirt. Not at all happy with the sudden increase in heat. It was starting to make you sweat.

“Home Nanamin pleaseee” You cooed following after him. It doesn’t take him long to pull you through the few crowds into the parking garage. Pausing to look at his car then him you purse your lips. It’s sleek of course. It’s Nanami but still was this you?

He opens the car door for you. You pause before smiling and saying thank you. Like you always do. Stepping into the car he places the bags in the trunk moving to his side of the car. A firm grip on the wheel while he pulls out the parking spot. Other hand resting on your thigh with a light squeeze every so often.

He’s smooth leaving the parking garage. The car smells of something new. It always does. Seemingly melting into the seat he draws circles on your thigh. Moving up and down. Nothing sensual just sweet touches.

“Nanami I was thinking we’d cut on your spending” You spoke running a finger up his shirt. When he here’s this his eyebrows furrow and you swear you could feel the car jerk. He doesn’t reply quickly instead focused on the road before him.

“I’m not going bankrupt after a few shiny necklaces if that’s what you’re hinting at” He scoffs almost in disbelief “what’s this about hm?”

He’s intuitive reading between the lines of your little comment. His hand stops rubbing against your thigh reaching to find your hand instead. The idea sounds absurd. Doing spoil me. Don’t treat me well and buy me things. Were you really going to tell him that.

“I just feel that you buying me all these things seems a bit excessive” You hope he understands. Hopes he gets what you’re desperately trying to lay out for him without seeming ungrateful. If anything Nanami would prefer you be a little ungrateful. That’d you’d just send him stuff and he’d swipe or that you’d ask him for funds whenever you wanted. Despite you still working a regular office job at the same company as Nanami on two very different levels.

“I used to think my coworkers spending money so aimlessly was stupid and irresponsible but…” He fades off looking for the words “money has never looked so good on anything else but you”

The quiet purr of the car really helped the tension. Biting your lip softly you looked away not wanting your expression to betray your thoughts. Face slightly flush as you looked everywhere but Nanami’s face.

“You’re such a sap I might just make you a dad” The words fall from your lips and Nanami can’t help the smile breaking its way onto his face.

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𝜗𝜚 Nanami

꩜ You˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

꩜ Grand’s Plural˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

꩜ Undertones˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

𝜗𝜚 Hakari + Kirara

꩜ My girls˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

𝜗𝜚 Satoru Gojo

꩜ Sorry Again˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

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Nanami Kento x Reader !Oneshot

Summary - Nanami the hard working, straightforward and intelligent money making machine. The type of guy girls dream about and never forget while they settle for their lame unmotivated boyfriend. That Nanami falling hard for a girl who is trying to get her life together without the perfect man stereotype following her every move. Considering him an HR violation maybe just maybe she’ll try to allow a helping hand.

Contents -Office, Corporate, Fluff

AN - This is not reread at all it took forever. I also didn’t want to make Nanami the CEO dominant alpha stereotype lmao soo we tried

Nanami the guy who never comes to work with a crease in his suit. Always has his work done and tie neatly pressed against his broad chest. The ever changing clock in a mundane office of people working for the hustle. Eyes set forward on the prize everyone wants a taste of. Money and god does Nanami have a lot of it.

It was the first observation you made. The expensive Rolex always decorating his wrist without fail. Shining in the office light giving hope to the young men who just stepped foot into the building. There Nanami shone accidentally. Like a statue for boys to look up to and a beautiful handcrafted figure for women to cross their legs while whispering dirty comments as he passed through halls.

Of course he never meant to do any of that. He just happened to be everything on the list. Just happened to be a kind and patient man towards women. Just happened to take the time out of his day to help the older lady working the press printer carry her papers back to her cubicle. Yeah he just happened to be perfect. Blonde hair and all. He really was something else.

“Y/n? Watcha doingg? That doesn’t look like work?” A man’s voice rings questioningly.

He has deep black hair and heavy but lavish under eyes. For someone so tired looking her sure had a delicate touch to his face. One only a few people got the chance of seeing and talking to everyday.

“Sorry suguru you caught me off guard what happened?” You turned looking at him intently.

He tilts his head raising an eyebrow at the sudden attention. A momentary but soft smile while he looks you up and down. You didn’t mean to daze off. You’d been doing that a lot recently. One minute you’re deep into typing the next you’re thinking about your coworkers different personalities and interests. Nanami only catching your attention today with the few times you’ve managed to run into him.

“I haven’t said anything yet?” He furrows his brows the clear smile still evident on his face. “but maybe I shouldn’t since you seem to be out of it”

Blinking a few times you shake your head no. Making sure he doesn’t get the wrong idea or anything. You’re just attempting to keep your thoughts from totally spinning off the handle. From your boring home life and even more boring social life you just need a few moments to yourself.

“No no! I promise nothing serious what’s up? Is it about lunch? Cause I can’t eat out I’m attempting to eat healthier this year” You respond with a wave of your hand.

He takes this in still not getting the right words from you.

“No not lunch Satoru’s paying for my lunch anyway so I wasn’t expecting you to…” He clears his throat looking at the busy working people amongst the few rows of cubicles. “ third wheel like you said you did last time…”

Tapping your finger you understand almost immediately. Gojo didn’t mean to come off as standoffish but for gods sake all he would blabber to was Suguru on your little lunch excursion. Leaving you slightly uncomfortable and awkwardly walking to the side of the two. Always noting not to go out with him even if Gojo is paying.

“It’s about the meeting with the Board of directors apparently they’re not too happy with our performance this year” He claims leaning on your desk casually. “you know…money hungry men want more results”

His voice comes out more of a slightly irritated sigh clearly not happy with any kind of feedback. That’s just the type of person he was though. It’s why you were so surprised he was such close friends with Gojo of all people. The cocky handsome bad boy who flirts with every female within a five meter radius. That Gojo who swipes his card like it’s second nature.

“They say that every year what’s the difference now hm?” You tilt your head not really buying into their arguments “I’ll ignore like I did my prior year”

He smiles at your words. Like a bird who knows their baby bird is ready to survive on its own. Suguru out of all people is the best at turning a head at any corporate stuff. He was the first person to tell you to do the same. Especially since you were amongst the few people who actually stayed as a new hire. The first two years being harder on you than you expected.

“That would be great if not for-“ He’s cut off when a hand wraps around his neck pulling him backwards. A short stumble following suit.

“Oh Suguru~” A voice cooed at your friend.

Your whole face shrunk. It’s one of them. Unlike the money hungry men the white haired man in front of you was the exception the rule. He didn’t have to be money hungry. The money naturally came to him. Being apart of some sort generational family wealth dating back far beyond what you could remember the date was. His shades having the obnoxiously quiet Prada logo on the side. Shirt an underground rich store you’re sure you’ve never heard of.

“Oh? If I knew your friend was here I would’ve reserved an extra seat-” He looks over at you that annoyingly bright smile looking you up and down.

“No need” You reply curtly turning your little office chair back towards the document set on your desk. “Brought something anyway”

Suguru looks over at you before closing his eyes. Understanding the lingering tension in the air with Gojo around. People have already looked up from their work. Taking a moment to catch sight of the famous party boy in the office area. AC humming to overpower the sound of his voice. Gojo watches the exchange. The way your voice sharpens and the soft sugary tone he heard earlier disappears as your turn your side to him.

Does it bothers him? Not really. Even if he can’t understand why a woman of all people would dislike him. It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t hesitate to pull Suguru away with more force.

“Shame we would’ve enjoyed your company” he half teases turning his back waiting for Suguru to follow suit. “Well no point of lingering”

His chalant behavior really gets under your skin like no other. Suguru gets a small wave and half a smile before he’s whisked away like some ignored wife. You can’t even begin to understand the appeal in him. That’s what you would say if you were a liar. Gojo isn’t terrible. He has an energetic personality. You really can’t blame him for being rich and weirdly extraordinarily good looking.

Tapping your finger the words seem to just sit on your paper. Nothing seeming interesting enough to really just sit there and be okay with wasting another hour of work time. Drifting to the clock on your desk the time reads 11:56am. What’s 4 minutes of extra break time going to do?

Standing up you stretch butt aching from the hours of sitting straight over files. Looking around you can see just 4 other people still really deep into their work. Maybe it’s just you not feeling the bright morning sun seeping the office today. Windows creating a vibrant atmosphere not many normal offices get.

Leaving your cubicle you drag a finger along the desks. Taking slow steps to admire everyone’s workspace and spacious decoration. Heels soft on the carpet before it gradually turns into hard clicks when you walk into the hall. Yawning you open your phone scrolling through whatever news headline is being reported. Occasionally going back to sift through and sort emails.

You’re not sure where you’re going. You had lied to get out of a meaningless conversation with a certain blue eyed man just earlier. To prideful to admit you hadn’t packed any kind of lunch and that you just didn’t want to hangout with the two. There’s workers talking in the halls. Using big boy words about the stalk market and dropping prices.

As much as you could talk about the inflated egos men walked around with in here you really didn’t have time. You had your own bills to pay. Your own life to fund so you understood their drive to make money fast. With the right face it could sound serious. Even attractive

Once you make it to the break room you’re slightly thankful that no one’s here. Happy that no one here’s to watch the way you’re just there. No food in sight just the empty thoughts of whatever snack you can splurge for in the vending machine. Opening your wallet you couldn’t help but find it to be a little ironic the lack of funds filling it considering its actual price.

A crisp five and twenty dollar bill just waiting to be spent on whatever unhealthy snack you’re craving. Picking at the five dollar bill you shut the costly wallet feeding the money to the vending machine. All before clicking the button to the chips you choose.

That is until a bottle of orange juice falls instead of your chips. No change being spit out from he mix up on the machinery side. Confused you look at the button again raising a rather sharp brow at the machine. Had you pressed 6 instead of 3? Mentally disappointed you bit your tongue at the unwanted orange juice now in your possession.

“Are you serious? Come on…my last five” You click your tongue an exasperated sigh escaping your mouth.

Bending down to pick up the orange juice annoyed you didn’t even want it. Opting to leave it on a coworkers desk and sit in your car instead. You’ve lost your last source of shield to block the crankiness and hangry feeling overtaking your mood. A frown is etched on your face while you stare at the juice bottle in your hand blinking at the bottle as if it’ll somehow transform into your chips.

“I have change if you don’t mind”. A deep voice states formally causing you to jump. “Here”

You turn looking at the large stature beside you. It’s Nanami in all his afternoon glory. He’s looking through his wallet that’s neatly organized in bills. Ranging from 100’s all the way to fives and ones. You don’t mean to shrink but you can’t help the feeling overtaking you while he’s here. He’s manly. Masculines personified. The good kind of masculines.

He doesn’t let you get a word in clicking the button for the chips you wanted. How long had he been standing there to watch your missed attempt? Your chips fall and he picks them up handing it to you with a big hand.

“Thank you Nanami” He perks up when he hears his name fall from your lips looking at you intently now.

You can’t tell if he’s studying you or he’s surprised that you know his name. That’s embarrassing. He’s going to think you’re a stalker. Immediately standing straight your eyes narrow. Confused why he’s still looking at you.

“I’m sorry did you need something? I can pay you back tomorrow” You speak voice unintentionally harsh.

His face doesn’t change instead shaking his head and lifting his hand to tighten his tie. He looks good. Now you really understood the older women whose talks mainly consisted of Nanamis relationship status. You can start to see why they’d want him single rather than any type of relationship.

“No need” He speaks calmly before looking back down at you “L/n? You work in our pricing Analyst team”

His voice is deep. Like honey. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds fact checked and correct. In the right conditions you’re sure he can convince you to follow him around aimlessly. If it means he’s gotten a few drinks in you and you weren’t so headstrong. Then maybe it couldn’t work.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant…” Your cross your arms bag of chips crinkling in your grip. “Thank you for the chips but I have to get going”

Get going where? You had zero lunch plans and a boring hour of break to get over with until 1:30. You don’t know why but you turned on your heels to leave the break room. Maybe to prove a point. What is he even doing on the floor level. Guys like Gojo and Nanami worked higher up. With their own lavish office. Decorated with whatever expensive shit they could buy.

You hope he doesn’t follow. No he wouldn’t. He’s not that kind of guy. He can take a hint. Unlike some guys. Walking back down opposite of the break room you reach the elevator. Nicely adorned in modern style. Leaning against the elevator wall you opened your phone again. Hoping to clear your mind from the stray Nanami caught all for being a gentleman.

Pinching you temple it was starting to eat at you. Annoyed that being a little mean to one guy has gotten you so worked up. Why are you even mad now? Over him? You barely even know the man.

Looking at the office lobby you can see the range of men in suits. All in groups conversing with one another. Clearly they’re here to talk money but aren’t successful enough to talk on a higher level than the lobby. Rolling your eyes you moved to the front office desk. Taking off your laminated id to hand to Utahime.

“Y/n! Finally! Anormal person-” She whines taking your hands with hers. “All they talk about is money and stalks!? They think they’re so different from the hundreds of other men like them”

She sinks back into her seat. Hair becoming a little undone from the it’s back. Her tidy bun now having strays. You smile at her words. It’s nice to know there are a few other women not trying to sleep their way to a guy who makes real money and makes fun of the dick measuring competition amongst the new hires. Her face immediately eases your mood.

“Don’t be mean to them Utahime I’m sure they’re trying their hardest” You snicker leaning against the counter tiredly.

She’s beaming now. The afternoon light casting a pretty glow on her peachy skin. She rambles about whatever’s come to mind from when she’s first clocked in. Taking your badge to check you off while doing so. Going from a guy she thought was cute to how tired and bored she was of dates.

“That’s why I never pass up a conversation with Nanami he always reminds me that a guy should have at least three of his qualities” She muses a proud smile on her face.

Even Utahime. She drops that sentence and continues on with anything else running through her mind. Unaware that you had basically just slapped his hand away, crossed your arms, and stomped away. Like a child. Recalling it you feel even more embarrassed at how you acted. Going back to Utahimes sputter of words.

“Lunch? No I’m not doing anything I didn’t pack for today and all I have on me is a twenty I should be saving for Friday when I do go eat out” You sigh propping your hand up to lean on it.

She listens to your words a frown on her face.

“Maybe I can-“ She straightens her back and dusts her cute suit jacket. Back into what she calls work mode.

You’re still leaning over the desk. Skirt poking out you don’t stand up immediately. Stretching your fingers before you make any sudden movements.

“Utahime please clock me out for two hours” A voice drums right to the side of you.

Standing up just as quickly as Utahime you’re flustered. Flustered that he caught you in such a vulnerable state. He doesn’t tease doesn’t try to push. Just hands his Id and waits.

“Oh! Here Y/n I forgot-“ She hands you your Id a smile and apologetic expression. Giving you the free passage to leave.

It’s like a path straight to the front forms because all the rambling men have spotted Nanami. They’ve spotted a real investor. Someone who actually understands the roads and not the nonsensical words they use to make their point seem smarter. You wonder if he notices the shift in air. The way everyone sharks him out.

There’s no way he doesn’t. Conversations slow and suddenly the sound of cash isn’t being exchanged anymore. Shaking your head you’re just thankful he’s created the space that you can maneuver around. The doors seem so angelic. Like a gateway to heaven. Heaven being the outside world.

“L/n?” A man states your name like its analytical “You left your keys in the break room”

You want to explode. Snatch your keys and run as fast as you can away but when you turn it’s not the man you’re expecting. It’s a man with short brown hair and big brown eyes to match. He looks like a puppy. Holding your keys like a dog told to retrieve.

“Oh…thank you” When you look around the room trying to spot a familiar shade of blonde hair you find him. Walking 10 paces forward phone pressed against his ear while looking in another direction.

He’s beat the crowd once again. Keeping himself busy so they don’t get the wrong idea and try to make conversation with him. Yet he still made the time to send someone over to hand you your keys. How self centered. He can’t even hand the keys himself. Squinting your eyes you took the keys and stuffed them in your purse.

“Wait I was curious to know if you’d want to go out to lunch? It’s just me and-“ He scrambles trying to defend himself. “Not in a romantic way we have an extra reservation so it seems…”

You look between him and the way his body language moves in on himself. Scratching the back of his head while he smiles like a dork. Thinking of all the plausible outcomes you don’t think it’s terrible. If it’s just you and a random guy that hopefully doesn’t want to split the bill.

“You won’t have to pay don’t worry we have people that cover that beforehand” He waves his hands around closing his eyes.

He’s rich or matter of fact his friend is rich. The brown haired man seems like someone you can stand. It’s only an hour and you’re hungry. Picking your purse of farther over your shoulder you nod your head.

“Sure should I drive?…” He looks up at your response explaining that there was no need.

Before you know it he’s guiding you towards Nanami who’s busy taking on the phone. That is until he spots you. Claiming that he has something important to do and has to go. The phone clicks and he places it in his pocket looking at his brown haired friend.

“Haibara?” He speaks up voice deep.

You hate the small feeling you get so you just straighten your posture even more than it already is. Eyes looking straight at him. Haibara takes the time to look back and forth between you two. A single sweat droplet falling from his face. Maybe he’d made a mistake and gave the keys to the wrong girl.

“Sorry…I just thought-“ He looks away awkwardly atmosphere much to tense for his liking. “Forgive me Nanamin?”

The nickname catches you off guard. It’s much too cutesy for two grown men to be using but it’s fitting. Trying not to smile you find the idea of such a broody looking man being called something so affectionate.

“It’s fine let’s just get going we were supposed to be there 10 minutes ago” He turns to walk leaving the two of you to catch up.

Haibara sighs relieved that it wasn’t too much of a big deal. Like that his bubbly smile was back stitched on his face. Following Nanami like it’s the most natural and okay thing to do in the world.

The groups of men seem disappointed that he’s being accompanied. If it was just Haibara you’re sure they wouldn’t have cared but having a woman by your side also helped. Like an unwritten rule not to interrupt when a girl was present. Such a school thing to do but you’re grateful.

“So how are you liking it at the company?” Haibara asks on the other side of Nanami.

You nod your head a smile perched on your face. To hate this job would be absurd. Next year is when you’d really start making money. Like Utahime whose been here for over five years. Since you’d only been here for two years you were struggling to make by with what salary they gave you but you managed.

“The people are civil and I like the quiet atmosphere” Haibara seems suprised at your formality. Even though he shouldn’t since it’s your first time meeting him.

“You’ve only worked here for two years no? Sucks that third years and higher see the real money” He laughs “do you plan on staying?”

The entire conversation Nanami doesn’t chime in once. Keeping to himself on the walk to the car. Looking at his watch then the space in front of him.

“I do plan on staying it’s a fairly simple job that can pay for my lifestyle” You answer curtly.

“I’m sorry but how old are you if you don’t mind me asking?” The sudden question catches you off guard.

Would there be a wrong answer? You watch the way Nanami stiffens at the question and looks over Haibara who’s dead set on getting answer. Nanamis lips part almost speaking up. Not before you do interrupting him.

“25” You answer following them into the parking lot building. Haibara pauses for a moment before stopping.

“Actually I had some documents I needed to look over that I forgot about” He says unconvincingly.

You look up at Nanami who’s shooting a glare at haibara. Haibara doesn’t seem to care because he’s already moving to turn back around to the office entrance.

“Text me so I can cover the missing reservation fee” Nanami doesn’t let his face move from his usual expression simply watching as his friend walked off.

He was a nice man that you’ve been treating like every other man you’ve ever met. To say you had a reputation was far fetched but you did have a habit of leaving guys just because. Getting them worked up into thinking they’d found the one. All before you ghost them and continue on with your life. Mean yes but you’re sure those same men have done worse things to women in their past.

“I apologize I can find somewhere else to eat” Lowering your head you felt yourself shrink.

He’s quick to catch on shaking his head and lifting his glasses before taking them off. Motioning a hand for you to follow. He takes his key pressing the button to unlock his car. Low in behold it’s as fancy and sleek as you’d think it’d be. The low pur of his car causing a rhythmic sound throughout the parking garage.

He moves to the passenger side opening the car door all while you watch aimlessly. Was that for you?

“There’s no need you’re already doing me a favor by reducing the fee” He gestures standing behind the car door. “so there’s no reason for you not to come”

You hesitate looking around before moving your purse into your hands. Stepping slowly into the car before looking back up at him.

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t answer shutting the car door and moving around to the side. Stepping inside himself he places a hand on the wheel turning his head over to you.

“I’m sure don’t worry anymore” Your chips are still in your bag. They haven’t even been touched and it’s much too embarrassing that with every movement you can hear the crinkle of the wrapper.

His hand flexes around the wheel tightening as he backs up out the parking space. Hand resting just behind your head so he can turn to see.

How’d you even get here. As much as you didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t hate this. Didn’t hate the dominant feel that came from him. The veins in his hand that went up into the covering of his suit jacket. The way everything about him was just so masculine. With the way you were going you’d end up leaving a wet spot on his leather interior.

How gross.

“You’re two years younger than me” He eases into the air.

He’s 27? You’d expected him to be in his mid 30’s with the way he carried himself. He was successful at just 27. That means you had two years until you were just as successful.

“27? I would have thought a little older” You answer messing with the strap of your purse.

He looks over just for a moment before focusing back on the road. Who would like the idea of being told you look older. It’s insulting. Not for Nanami. Not for a man who looks like a glass of tall fine wine.

“You don’t like me do you?” He questions eyes locked on the cars and buildings around him.

You pause. Biting your lip softly you look out the window. He was good. Straight to the point.

“What gave it away?” You spoke head leaning against the cars door. Taking in the busy people rushing through the streets. The same suit styled suit as the man sitting beside you. Only he wears it better. Much better.

“Your ability to avoid a topic when my name is mentioned” he adds pressing a finger into the steering wheel “and the way your shoulders square when I’m around”

He’s perceptive. You feel bad for his past relationships. They couldn’t hide anything that you’re sure of. He’s already read you like your an easy children’s book. Doesn’t even bat an eye when he doesn’t either. Just lays it all out.

“Like your sizing me up” He lets the last part melt as if it’s not important.

You were. In hindsight why would you go and make yourself appear small? Even if you felt it on the inside he didn’t need to know that. Tapping your nail on the window you look over at him. He’s focused.

“I’m not a big fan of money men” You lied eyes slimming down to drink him in.

His face doesn’t betray anything you can read. He’s calm. Like every other time you’ve seen him. In the halls during meetings. It’s like a blessing you get to see once or twice a month.

“We might be closer in thoughts than you think” Really? You stare trying to wrap your head around the rich man hating other rich men. “Don’t overthink it I just don’t like the constant talk of money like it’s something they can grasp with complicated concepts”

Nanami’s already caught your attention but this. He might just be exactly what you were thinking for. Men who liked mansplaining topics that could be sugared down into something simple.

“They over explain” He looks over when he hears your words like you’d just understood every problem in his world “I think the smartest people are the ones who can take a hard topic and make it easy to understand”

Ding. Nanami’s whole body relaxes. There’s a turn he makes before pulling into another building all blacked out. He’s found it. Found exactly what he’s looking for.

The last few minutes of the car ride consists of things you like and don’t like. Spinning off from your dislike of ‘money men’. He listens and hums. Replying every once in a while to add to your thoughts.

“You were going to take your friend here? Seems fancy for a lunch?” You inquire looking at the way the building seemed so off limits.

“Lunch is an important meal I don’t see why not?” His answer is smooth.

Parking his car in a secluded part of the building a few people greet him taking his keys. While he stepped out the car. Making a round to open your side of the car.

When you step out you can see people look between the two of you before smiling. None of them speaking just pointing at the exit and front door on the opposite side. Nanami follows behind you fixing his watch while he moves forward. He knows what he’s doing so you follow his lead. Keeping your head held high and heels loud on the cement.

When you reach the front Nanami paces first. Talking to the hostess quietly. She leans in nodding her head before ushering the two of you to follow her. When you get to your table you stop to look at it. There’s a candle it’s dim and there’s a single rose placed in the middle. On top of that it’s secluded. Away from the other various rich people also here.

“Is this a date?” He doesn’t reply instead pulling your chair out for you to sit.

He’s good. The dinner is silky. Everything flows. Words fall from your tongue like water. You eat. You talk. He pays. The black card he takes out catching your attention. It’s an Amex or an American Express card. Someone who spends more than two hundred thousand yearly. Tilting your head you watched the exchange. How fitting.

Nanami is attentive. On the ride back when you compliment his watch he lets you see it. Taking it off his wrist on the way back to the car. Letting you play and feel the coldness of the lavish jewelry. When he talks you listen just as much as he does. Sharing alike hobbies like reading and his dream to travel. When you get back to the office and it’s time to part he makes sure to hand you a small note.

“My number I’ll message you when I have another reservation” He says looking down at you.

Taking it you nod your head. Waving goodbye to him. When you’re back at your desk you don’t realize the watch still held tightly in your hand. Smiling you lifted it up in the light. Was he really that easy or did he like you that much? Looking at the little clicking hands you read the time 1:56 pm. Setting it aside on your desk like a trophy. Typing away with a newfound motivation.

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There’s something serene about an early morning. Before the city is awake. Before the hustle of shoes and work talk could be heard. You don’t usually arrive early. You stopped doing that after your first year. There’s no point in attempting to seem different when all their employees were treated the same. Today was different. Today was exciting. Today you had an oversized watch in hand. The buttons on the elevator seemed brighter today. The sun seemed lighter on the skin.

The office felt cleaner. Looking back at the watch it read 7:10am. Walking to your cubicle you stopped in your steps when you saw it. Something you really shouldn’t be getting after a day. A big bouquet of roses. Looking around the empty office for any signs of life you quietly walked up to your desk. Entering your neatly decorated cubicle. It’s large. Taking up half of your desk. It has to be over 200 roses. Looking at the note attached you say down a smile threatening to overtake your face.

‘Dinner reservations Friday?’

You felt like a princess. Like those flighty rich girls spoiled with everything. Looking around you find a white wrapped box. Standing up you look around once again. Setting the box down to pick up the heavy flowers and set them on the floor under your desk where they’d hopefully remain hidden. Taking your suit jacket off you placed it on the flowers. Dusting your skirt while you sat back down. Blouse free without the fitted jacket covering it.

Picking up the box once again you undid the little bow. Not recognizing the logo written atop it. When you do open it your whole face wants to melt. It’s a watch. Diamonds circling around the actual part where you tell time. Setting down his watch you compare the two. It’s clearly the same style yet yours is a different brand. You don’t want to look up the price. You don’t need to, to know it’s expensive. It’s beautiful.

Clasping and fitting it to your wrist you work the little turn circle on the side to set the time. You spend your whole morning break admiring the watch until people gradually fill the room. Some people stopping by to say Goodmorning and compliment your watch.

It decorates your wrist so nicely. You can’t help the overwhelming need to show it off to those stocker men. Show them your watch. Show them the success you need to have a watch like it. It’s not as bulky as Nanami’s. The chain much slimmer than a regular male watch. He has great taste.

Throughout the day you’d gotten many compliments. Of course there were the questioning eyebrow raises. Like from Suguru who asked where you’d suddenly gotten the funds to afford a watch like that. Especially in your possession. You’d waved him off telling him you’d been doing saving on the side. He didn’t believe you. Spotting the poorly hidden flowers under your desk.

Instead turning a head to go back to his side of the office. Lunch rolled around and you found yourself wandering back down to the lobby to talk with Utahime. It’s not as busy as yesterday. They’re being quieter. Leaning against the desk Utahime perked up happily.

“Y/n! You won’t believe it I saw the cutest bag yesterday…” She rambles on stopping only for a few seconds to eye the watch planted on your wrist.

She’s not good with brands so you didn’t expect her to care much. Nanami had texted you earlier something formal about the flowers. You never responded. Letting the message linger for over another few hours. Cruel yes but this wasn’t anything serious. A rich man can gift a pretty girl things. It’s the rules of the world.

Then there’s another text asking about dinner. You shut your phone listening to Utahimes long stories even if it has been half an hour. You never liked clingy men. Rolling your eyes maybe you’d delete his number sometime later. Smiling at Utahime you pushed off her front desk stretching softly. The watch glistening the window light.

“I’ll catch you later okay Utahime?” Her face softened waving her hand goodbye. Watching as you walked off.

You weren’t sure where you were going. Maybe just wandering around curious to know what everyone was up to. Clicking the button for the higher levels you decided to venture off. It was much quieter than you anticipated. Occasionally a man in a suit would pass you looking you up and down before moving along. Then you found a break room. It was nice. Luxurious. Sitting down on the plush couch you let your head melt backwards into the wall.

Opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling it was pretty. Like an extravagant paintings adorned in white and gold. What you’d give to work up here. Taking slow breaths you turned when you heard footsteps walking in. Looking up it didn’t take a genius to see who it was.

“Do you plan on replying to my messages anytime soon?” His head is cocked up. Walking towards you as you turn your head.

You’ve long looked away from him closing your eyes. He’s confused partially. Taking your wrist to look at the watch neatly placed on your skin. He likes it.

“It looks nice on you” He murmurs taking reigns over your hand.

When you finally look up at him you’re narrowing your eyes at him. Like he’s done something wrong. He liked your expression. The way you look at him like he’s just another man you can run laps around. Unfortunately for you he’s not. You can’t out hustle him. Your early was his late. He’s not like other guys. Nanami is a man.

“You really plan on ignoring me? I’ll pick you up Friday” He states “I’m not too fond of being used”

It doesn’t take much more out of you because you nod your head. Holding a hand out so he can pull you up. He does just that. Making sure not to get too close to you. Instead whisking you upwards on your own. He leads a gentle hand out the break room and to his office. Back muscles flexing without his suit jacket on. He looks like the most charming painting in a museum. Leaning into the smell of cologne you follow him.

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Eijiro Kirishima x Reader !Oneshot

Summary - A shy girl and overly kind man with a knack for being manly leads to a very cute interaction and an awkward first date.

Contents - Comfort, Fluff, Domestic

AN - Why are we starving the Kirishima fans?? There’s like zero pro hero fanarts sheeeesh. Also this is a requestttt hope you guys like it!!

Gentleman. Those are the words that came to mind when thinking of the brawly red head. His more than built body chiseled from years of training and hero work. It’s admirable really. Admirable from afar that is. Unintentionally spending more time than you should researching about him. About Kirshima that is.

It started off innocent a tiny crush on the new surfacing hero red riot. His dorky smile and even better treatment towards women making an uncomfortable feeling twist in your stomach. Then you really started taking it into consideration. His way of speaking and mannerisms all screamed the same thing. Gentleman. You couldn’t help the fluster that spread across your face when you realized you were right about your inferences.

When more and more interviews came out about him and his private life. How his top artist happened to be Sabrina carpenter?? An overseas singer who he kept on repeat during workouts. Every new thing about him kept you on your toes wanting more. Edits of him really enhancing the whole experience of it all.

“Look there goes your little hero y/n” Your friend nudges you with a smile. Pointing at the hero doing an interview on the street.

Your whole face burns bright. As if he would even recognize you. As if he’d even know who you were and your little crush on him would be exposed. Your friend is giggling. Pointing out how his arms have gotten bigger since the last time you’d both seen him in person. You look away in the complete opposite direction. Ashamed of your lingering feelings and hidden folder of Red Riot edits.

Even so it doesn’t stop the sly glance you slip his way. Admiring his face and the way it’s softens at whatever he’s talking into the mic. That is until he looks over at you. Holding eye contact with you for what feels like forever before he gives you that signature smile. Your eyes widen a rosy shade of red painting across your face.

He doesn’t look away even when you realize you’ve been caught. Spinning between looking back and away. You instead usher your friend away. Pulling her by your hand to turn a street in another entire direction. She raises an eyebrow at the sudden pull and your new sense of urgency.

“Calm down I’m sure he wasn’t going to shoot laser beam because you were looking at him!?” Your friend groans when you finally slow down. Looking at the way your face is clearly ruffled.

She stops complaining accepting that you’re just a bit beyond help. Walking down the street you continue your eye shopping. Calming down after the recent events like your whole life was on the line. You can’t believe just how much your heart picked up at just eye contact. He could’ve been looking at anyone. Someone behind you or a sale on a rack.

Shaking your head you cover your face still partially embarrassed at your actions. Trying to clear your mind by looking at the numerous amounts of consumer products. Ornaments for Christmas, wrapping paper, home good essentials and all kinds of hero merchandise. Sponsored by all kinds of stores.

You stop when you see a limited edition Red riot keychain on display. That and couple ornaments of his little form. Your friend doesn’t hesitate to catch what you’re looking at. Pushing you to go inside while she went to get coffee.

“You sure? I can go with you-“ She nods her head in disagreement looking both ways before crossing the street.

Looking at the cafe she entered you turn around entering the tiny shop with shelves of trinkets. You look around until you spot the stand holding all the Red riot merch. Everything is cute. There’s a mix of mugs, keychains, plushies, and blankets. The shop keeper looks over at you with a smile. A woman who looked to be someone’s mom.

“For your little brother?” She tilts her head eyeing your hands that hold the plushie and keychain.

Your face is burning ever so slightly. You don’t mean to look like a weirdo. Should you lie? Look the other way and walk out the store. Agree? Gathering the courage you turn to give her your attention. Speaking up quietly.

“No…I’m somewhat of a fan” You murmur embarrassed. She doesn’t give another chance to pass before looking you up and down.

“Really?” She stares at your face before smiling softly. “such a pretty girl for a bulky man” She laughs kindly.

Bashfully you take her compliment laughing politely with her. There’s a calming silence in the shop and you can’t help but wonder why this shop out of all places are holding his merch. You don’t get to investigate long because your friend walks in with her coffee. Offering you a cake pop she bought on the side.

“They ended up giving it to me for free” She explains holding the holiday wrapped coffee. “Apparently they were too busy with everyone else’s orders to get me to pay for mine”

You listen to her story looking at which piece of merch you should buy. Everything in you is telling you to buy the cheap keychain but you can’t help yourself from wanting the Christmas decorated red riot. His little red Santa hat clashing with his bright red hair. Pursing your lips you decided to treat yourself getting both.

“Not the mug? Why it’s cute?” Your friend suggests pointing at the decorative coco mug.

Making up your mind you walk to the front of the cashier. The lady scanning each item. “I was thinking about it but can you imagine if anyone walks in and sees that as a dish option?” You shutter at the embarrassing conversation you would have to have if your parents or family members see it. Sure you could make excuses but you’ve always been a terrible liar.

Paying the total the after purchase clarity finally hits you. Feeling slightly parasocial to have mini merch of a hero. Like those people who have rooms dedicated to fictional characters. Except it was only two things and he was a real person. Thanking the lady for help you walked back out with your friend.

Holding the paper bag loosely in your hand. You took the keychain out. Clipping it to your expensive purse. It was cute how contrasting they were. Your cute little chibi man atop your girly item.

“He’s so cute like a little charm” You exclaimed. Holding your purse out with one hand.

You feel like such a girl. Giggling at your manly little crush set amongst your other things. It runs through your head what he would ever think if he saw you with the assortment of items. Would he be creeped out? Would he turn a blind eye and ignore you? Would he even be interested?

There’s a soft shiver that overtakes your heart. It’s not the weather. Not even close. It’s the overwhelming feeling of what he’d think. How he’d feel. Within a moment your excitement is washed away. Attempting to unclip the keychain like an ashamed dog.

Suddenly the holiday season doesn’t feel so festive. The lights more nauseating than pretty. Chatter feels disgustingly loud.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Your friend bumps her shoulder with yours “you have a weird look on your face”

You’re sure you look to be on the verge of exploding. Constantly replaying the embarrassment if your idol were to ever find out about your quiet obsessions. You open your mouth ready to spill out whatever problems lace your mind this time but a quiet silence follows instead. And for a moment you swear time slows.

He’s back around the corner laughing and smiling with a friend by him. A loud blonde who you swear you’ve seen on tv before apologizing for a scandal. It’s pathetic really the way you freeze. Your friend spots the red head sighing softly. Taking your hand to guide you forward and past the duo. Staring at the ground while you follow her guide.

“I don’t understand the shyness around him…he’s not really your boyfriend more like-“ She’s lecturing you and all you can think about is how right she is.

Lowering your head you’re way too sheepish to even think of facing him. Passing by him smoothly instead. It’s insane to think he’d never know the whirlwind of thoughts pacing in your head because of a stupid encounter. Especially when it wasn’t even physical.

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Few days pass and the hero pops up more and more around your neighborhood. Always trying not to make sly contact with his figure. It doesn’t matter though because on the rare occurrences you do he’s already caught you. The slightest muscle moving in his upper brow.

This begins your spiral of avoiding him. Doesn’t matter if he’s helping someone or he’s walking your way. You make a point to turn the full other direction face burning hot with embarrassment. It feels like it never ends. Like a long game of cat and mouse.

And it doesn’t. For what feels like weeks he seems to be getting closer. Learning new routes and exits around your block and place of shopping. That’s what you want to believe but part of yourself is overly loud about how delusional you sound so you keep quiet. Ignoring what hints could be seen as obvious for other girls.

How he suddenly starts shopping at your regular market. How his first stop on his patrol is the coffee shop you visit regularly. It all feels like some kind of terrible maze. Mapping out different pathways amongst your small side of the city. Until one day all that running catches up with you and you bump into a hard wall.

“Woah, sorry about that! You okay?” A playful voice rings throughout your ear. Causing you to stumble back just a bit.

Two hands hold onto you. Making sure you’re kept upright and safe from falling. When you do finally look up you see him in all his glory. The Greek build of a man. The ones they carve statues out of. He has that dumb bright smile on his face and even cuter expression. Eyes cinched in a way that makes it look like he’s focused on just you.

Your whole body jerks forward on accident. Hands pushing onto his chest in response. Maybe in a way to move him forward and away from you. It doesn’t matter because it’s the last thing on your mind. You have two full hands on each side of his pectoral muscle. The contrasting size really personal when up front.

How was he this big? He laughs a bead of sweat falling from his forehead and you do the only thing you can do. Pull your hands back and attempt to this time run away for the last time. You wish you could move cities, move states, move counties for gods sake. It was bad enough you had basically assaulted the hero. Now you were wasting his time with your awkwardness.

“What’s the rush? Did I scare you off? That’s my bad” He explains reaching a hand out to stop you.

And he actually successfully does. A warm large hand wrapped around your wrist. He’s gentle careful not to put any force into his pull. That cheesy smile of his never once leaving his cute face.

“I think I’ve seen you around before?” He muses his tone more than energetic in comparison to your dumbfounded expression. “Seems like we’re always running away from each other huh?”

He tilts his head waiting for a response. You don’t give him anything. Mouth agape while you stare up at him. You can’t form words. Don’t have it in you to even try and get he’s patiently waiting. Talking for you once again.

“I’ll be honest I thought you didn’t like hero’s for a bit” He continues despite your lack of response “but…I was hoping your personal beliefs wouldn’t get in the way of good meal?…” He drifts off looking at the sky behind you.

For the first time since you’ve bumped into him you finally let out a weak ‘uh’ sound. Was he?…no. That’s beside the personal delirious thoughts. Why would he think you didn’t like hero’s? Had he really noticed your sole mission of ignoring him? Was your mission really that obvious? Were you really that obvious?

“I thought you were pretty and was wondering if we could maybe-” He runs a hand through his hair finally look directly back at you “a date?…”

Shock doesn’t even begin to cover the emotions running through your head. He looks around again waiting for a response. All you can manage is a pitiful nod. Zipping your purse open with shaky hands. He spots it. The way your hands are on their own level of tension. Trying not expose themselves as you pull your phone out.

“Hey, there’s no need to force or pressure yourself-“ He tries to back away when he notices the uncomfortableness radiating from your body.

You stop him shaking your hands into a tight no. Opening the contacts app you face it towards him. You don’t get to watch the smile that takes over his face. Immediately taking your phone to enter his number.

“Alright I’ll text you for this weekend then?” You nod your head rapidly. He stares for a bit before that soft smile is directed at you. “Thank you…?”

Your name? Your mind is running laps around your body. Trying to catch up with the adrenaline being pumped into your body. Heart picking up beyond what should be the normal of the average person.

“Y/n” You play back curtly. The corner of your mouth twitching up under the right inspection.

He accepts it. Running the words over his mouth before waving goodbye. Not wanting to intrude any longer on your personal space. Everything feels unreal. Rushing to check if the contact was really real or you just had the craziest lucid dream in broad daylight. If it were your dream there’d be a lot more than just your name coming out your mouth.

Staring at the name you let it sink in. The contact staring right back at you. The first two letters of his name E.K. You feel like your body isn’t processing what just happened. Just standing on the sidewalk people passing as you hold your phone tight enough you’re sure it’ll break.

It takes a double take no triple take for you finally move out of your spot and call your friend on the way back home. The entire night was left with your friend yelling at you through your phone about a Christmas miracle.

All while you emptied your closet for any outfits. Making sure to text him exactly 2 hours after the incident. So he hopefully doesn’t think you’re obsessive or desperate.

A simple ‘hi’ was your first text. He replied quickly a few minutes later messaging back a ‘heyyy’. The first couple of texts weren’t anything exciting but god do you swoon. He was quick and had a funny way of typing. None of the boy slang guys tried to use to seem more interesting or attractive.

You laid on your bed kicking your feet back and forth like a teenage girl. Your friend on the other line still going on about how you almost gave her a heart attack when you first called her.

The plans had been set. A casual first meeting at a restaurant. Going for a place that offered both fish and meat. He agrees easily giving you a 3 day period of deciding on what to wear whilst you both texted in between. It was fun. A giddy feeling evoking all kinds of nerves in your body. Lots of which you weren’t even aware of.

The days had passed by quicker than you hoped for. That same feeling of before coming right back. The night cool. Moon just barely peaking out of the sky. Outfit you thought to be presentable enough for the relaxed atmosphere he had spoke so highly of. When the hour rolls around you’re practically bouncing in your couch.

Fiddling with every piece of garment on your body. You sworn those three doing the absolute most. Hair appointment, nail appointment, eyelash appointment. The entire package. It was rushed yes and you were light headed by the time you got to your everything shower lastly but it was worth it. You were going on a date with the Kirshima. The red riot.

You pounce when you hear a knock on your door. Perking up goosebumps already everywhere on your body. Evenly distributed amongst your arms and legs.

When you do get to the door you push it open. He’s standing there. An adorable smile once again seen on his face. Holding a bouquet of flowers and chocolate.

“I didn’t know what kind of flowers or candy you liked and I didn’t think to ask before so-“ His words die off when you take the flowers. A smile gracing him back.

You’re quick to put them in a vase making sure they’ll last at least until next week. It’s further evidence. Rock hard proof that the hardening hero had liked you. When you’re back out you let out a shy ‘hi’. Hoping he’d take lead in the conversation.

Which he does. He’s hit every box so far. Walking on the outside of the street close to you. Indulging in any interests you showed on the walk to the restaurant. That is until you hit your first block. You’re overthinking every thing you say. Putting a chart up to count any of the slight expressions he may have to your responses.

It’s gotten to the point where he’s trying to reel any type of information about yourself out of you. Not really satisfied with your vague or short handed responses. Even so he’s patient. Constantly coming up with a new topic after the first one died shortly after. By the time you both get to the restaurant he’s awkwardly looking to the side. All while you play with the hem of your shirt.

“Do you like meat?” He asks hoping for anything. You give a quick nod opening your mouth to actually give him something this time.

“I do just have a light stomach so I don’t end up eating loads of it” His face kind of drops. A little embarrassed at his choice of restaurant now that you admitted you weren’t fond of his selection.

The inside was even worse. He was desperately trying to keep the tension from fully taking over the table. Asking all kinds of bizarre and ridiculous questions while his mouth attempted to keep up a smile. It was a bad first date. You both had to admit. You partly blame yourself for not putting in that same attention but you can barely physically get yourself to do it.

Any word that comes out comes with a slight mispronunciation or stutter that gets you to shut up and give up entirely. That is until your purse falls on the floor. Some of your possessions falling out with the impact.

“Don’t worry about I’ll get it” He perks up leaning over the side of his chair to reach for your belongings. Stopping when he spots a familiar color scheme.

He hands your lipgloss and other assortment of things hands touching while he passed it. You don’t get a thank you out when you see what he’s holding up. Horror jolting throughout your entire body.

“You have a mini me” He smiles turning it over as if it’s more important than food that’s soon to arrive. “would it be wrong to call you a fan?”

His expression is innocent full of curiosity. Turning the thing over one time and then another. He doesn’t stop to linger. Talking about a funny story while producing the little figurine keychains. How some of the details on his costume were too detailed to capture so they scraped the whole idea and made a Christmas him.

He’s not weirded out. Handing the figure back before pulling the same one out of his pocket. His smile not ever leaving his face. Like you both have found some kind of common ground.

“It was an impulse buy…that or the mug” You murmur quietly.

He’s slightly shocked more that you’d even consider buying the mug. Going on about how he thought the design was a bit tacky.

“Come on really? It’s a bit funny looking” He laughs raising an eyebrow. “the plushie is my personal favorite”

You perk your head up agreeing without hesitance. Unintentionally going down the story about how hard of a decision it was to make at the store. He listens watching the way your mouth moves the entire time. It doesn’t occur to you that you’ve finally gotten full sentences out your mouth.

The food gets here and you’re still indulged in your story. How it had made you nervous coming here in the first place and before you knew it your plate was empty. Paying for the dinner all while you talked about anything that came to mind. An excited smile kissing his face oh so gently.

“So it’s right to assume that you knew of me before huh?” He hums laughing at your spur of words.

You agree still sitting until he gets up holding a hand out to help. You’re pulled up softly his hand rough against yours. He pushes your chair in guiding you to the front of the restaurant. Hand not touching the low of your back but hovering over.

“Maybe I should have come up to you!” You state way too happy. The shyness before has completely dissipated and Eijiro finds himself hoping for the date not to end.

A small sigh comes from you. Leaning towards him. Catching a wiff of a woody scent. He’s by far the most masculine man you’ve ever met. You suppose the interviews and false narrative have really lived up to what he really is. A gentleman. A buff gentleman with a kind smile.

“I really enjoyed this date” He speaks into the cold night.

You look over only to find the shyness that was once lingering on you has transferred to him. More like he’s attempting to hide the red on his cheeks. Looking everywhere but over at you.

“I did too…Kirishima” You reply back softly.

The world is quiet. Both of your colliding steps to the pavement making more noise than the two of you. This feels better than the interview man. He’s simpler. Real. You smile at nothing really. Enjoying his company. He wasn’t red riot right now or the man who was friends with the feisty blonde. It was Eijiro Kirishima.