Tsundere Y/N x Nejire Hado (Peak)

Given I never clearly gave what I write for, here you go, BTW, I'll do Male Reader or GN Reader but not Female Reader

My Hero Academia

Nejire Hado

Mina Ashido

Camie Utsushimi

Momo Yaoyorozu

Ibara Shiozaki

Itsuka Kendo

Yui Kodai

Toru Hagakure

Yuyu Haya

Mei Hatsume

Kyoka Jiro

Mirko

MT Lady

Setsuna Tokage

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Demon Slayer

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Tamayo

Suma Uzui

Maiko Uzui

Hinatsuru Uzui

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JJK

Maki Zenin

Mei Mei

Utahime

Nobara Kugisaki

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Any DC Comic characters

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Chainsaw Man

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Hazbin Hotel

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Owl House

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Dispatch

It's like the only ones I can remember off the top of my head but I can do most cartoons. Even if I don't know the series, I can always look up the character.

What I'll write:

Male Reader, Smut, wholesome stuff, incorrect quotes, GN Reader

What I won't write for:

Female Reader, anything werid or over the top. Creepy shit, basically.

Yuyu:…This is the exam?

[She asked flatly. Nejire, on the other hand, was practically glowing with curiosity, her eyes darting everywhere.]

Nejire: It looks like fun!

[Yuyu gave her a look.]

Yuyu: That’s because you’re not responsible for them.

[Right on cue, a voice rang out from a distance ans shouted at a kid.]

Y/N: HEY! GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE YOU BUST YOUR HEAD OPEN!

[Both girls turned and there he was. Y/N L/N stood in the middle of the chaos, arms crossed, expression sharp as ever—clearly annoyed. A kid was dangling from the top of a jungle gym, grinning like it was a game. Y/N clicked his tongue and walked over.]

Y/N: I said get down. You think you’re invincible or something?

[The kid puffed his cheeks. “No!”]

Y/N: Then act like it.

[Y/N shot back. The kid hesitated… then slowly climbed down. Nejire leaned forward slightly, watching closely. The moment the kid’s feet hit the ground—Y/N reached out and lightly flicked his forehead. “Idiot,” he muttered.]

Y/N: If you got hurt, that’d be a pain to deal with.

[The kid rubbed his forehead, but… he was smiling, “Sorry, Mr L/N.”]

Y/N: Yeah, yeah. Go play—but not like a maniac this time.

[The kid ran off happily. Yuyu slowly turned her head toward Nejire. “…Oh no,” Yuyu muttered when she saw thaf Nejire’s eyes were sparkling. Across the playground, things somehow got worse.]

[Bakugo was yelling at three kids who were yelling back. Inasa was trying to motivate a group into “discipline through spirit,” which was not working. Camie had somehow gotten surrounded by kids asking her to do impressions. Todoroki… was staring at a sandbox blankly and half there.]

[And then there was Y/N. A little girl tugged on his sleeve, “Mr Y/N… they won’t let me play.” Y/N stiffened slightly and mumbled a small “…Tch.” He looked over at the group hogging the ball.]

Y/N: Oi.

[The tone alone made them freeze.]

Y/N: You’re seriously ganging up on one person? That’s lame.

[“It’s our ball!” one shouted out, another gripping the ball tightly.]

Y/N: And? You own the air too?

[They frowned. Y/N sighed, clearly irritated… then crouched slightly to the girl’s level.]

Y/N:…You even want to play with them?

[She nodded which made him clicked his tongue again.]

Y/N: Then go stand over there.

[Y/N walked over to the group, grabbed the ball out of one kid’s hands—ignoring the protests—and tossed it straight up.]

Y/N: New rule. Whoever catches it picks teams.

[The kids immediately scrambled. The girl hesitated—then caught it. Y/N looked away, scratching the back of his neck.]

Y/N: Don’t just stand there. Pick already.

[Nejire was gone. In every sense of the word. Her hands were clasped under her chin, eyes wide, cheeks slightly pink.]

Nejire:…Yuyu…

Yuyu: I know.

Nejire: He’d be such a good dad.

Yuyu: I knew you were going to say that.

[Nejire swayed a little, watching Y/N help another kid tie their shoe—grumbling the entire time.]

Nejire: He’s so kind…

Yuyu: He’s literally insulting them while helping them.

Nejire: But he’s helping them.

[Nejire said in a dreamily tone.]

Yuyu: You’re down bad.

Nejire: I want his kids.

Yuyu: NEJIRE.

[Nejire gasped softly as Y/N picked up a crying toddler who had tripped, awkwardly patting their back.]

Y/N: There, there—stop crying. You’re fine. It barely even hurt.

Art below is art I commissioned another artist to make for me btw.

[The late afternoon sun filtered softly through the UA windows, casting warm streaks of gold across the quiet lounge. It was one of the rare moments where things were… calm. Which made it the perfect time for Nejire to be absolutely unbearable. “Y/N~,” Nejire hummed, already halfway behind him before he could react.]

Y/N: I swear, if you’re about to—HEY—!

[Her fingers were already brushing along the base of his antlers. Y/N jolted upright so fast his chair scraped loudly across the floor. His face immediately flushed red, shoulders stiff as a board.]

Y/N: I told you not to just touch them outta nowhere, dumbass!

[Nejire blinked innocently, already circling around to face him, hands clasped behind her back—but her smile gave her away instantly.]

Nejire: But you said they needed cleaning. And you looked like you were struggling to reach the back parts.

Y/N: I wasn’t struggling! I just— I was gonna do it later!

[“Mhm,” she nodded, clearly not believing a word.]

Nejire: So sit down.

Y/N: I—what?

[Before he could argue further, she gently—but firmly—pushed him back into the chair. Y/N grumbled under his breath, arms crossing tightly over his chest as he looked away.]

Y/N:…You’re enjoying this way too much.

[“I am!” Nejire said without hesitation, already grabbing a soft cloth and a small polishing kit from the table nearby.]

Nejire: They’re really pretty, you know. I don’t get why you’re so grumpy about them.

Y/N: They’re not ‘pretty,’ they’re a pain in the ass. They get caught on stuff, people stare, and apparently certain menaces won’t stop touching them.

[Nejire just giggled.]

Nejire: Mm~ but they’re part of you, so I like them.

[Y/N’s ears burned even redder.]

Y/N:…Tch. Just hurry up.

[But he didn’t move away; not even a little. Nejire stepped behind him again, this time much more carefully. Her fingers lightly brushed along one antler before she started cleaning it—slow, gentle motions with the cloth. Y/N stiffened—then very, very subtly relaxed.]

Y/N:…You’re being too rough.

Nejire: I barely touched it.

Y/N: Yeah well, don’t.

Nejire:…Okay.

[She said softly this time. And she adjusted. Her movements became slower, more deliberate—fingertips grazing lightly along the smooth surface as she polished. Y/N bit the inside of his cheek.]

Y/N: Don’t react. Don’t react. Don’t—

[A quiet exhale slipped out anyway. Nejire’s smile grew just a little.]

Nejire: Does it feel nice?

[She asked, tilting her head.]

Y/N: No.

Nejire:…Are you sure?

Y/N:…Shut up.

[She continued, now clearly taking her time. Every now and then her fingers would trace along the base—just enough to make his shoulders twitch. “Y/N,” she said after a moment, voice softer now,]

Nejire: you’re leaning into it.

Y/N: I am not.

Nejire: You are.

Y/N: I’m literally not.

Nejire: You are.

Y/N:…I hate you.

Nejire: Mm~ no you don’t.

[He clicked his tongue, but didn’t argue further. Because at some point—without realizing it—his posture had completely changed. His arms weren’t crossed anymore. His shoulders had dropped. His head tilted just slightly to the side, giving her better access. And when she carefully worked on the other antler, his eyes drifted shut for a second before he caught himself. “…Don’t take all day,” he muttered, weaker this time.]

[Nejire leaned in just a little, her cheek nearly brushing his hair as she worked.]

Nejire: But I like taking care of you.

[Y/N’s entire face went red again.]

Y/N: I don’t need taking care of!

Nejire: Mhm~

Y/N: I don’t!

Nejire: Then I’ll just stop.

[She said, immediately pulling her hands away.]

Y/N:—Wait.

[The word slipped out before he could stop it. Nejire blinked. Slowly, very slowly, a grin spread across her face.]

Nejire:…You want me to keep going?

Y/N:…I didn’t say that.

Nejire: You did.

Y/N: I didn’t!

Nejire: You said ‘wait.’

Y/N: That doesn’t—just—ugh!

[He dragged a hand down his face, groaning.]

Y/N:…Just finish it already.

[Nejire giggled again, returning to her spot behind him.]

Nejire: Yes, sir~

[This time, when her fingers brushed against his antlers, he didn’t tense up. If anything…He leaned back just a little more into her touch.]

Warnings: Smut, NSFW

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The dimly lit room was filled with a tense anticipation as Y/N L/N and Nobara Kugisaki stood facing each other, the weight of their shared desires hanging in the air. Y/N's heart raced as he reached out, gently cupping Nobara's cheek, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against his palm. Her eyes, usually fierce and determined, were now soft and inviting, reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Nobara leaned into his touch, her breath hitching slightly as Y/N's thumb traced a gentle path along her jawline. The moment stretched, a silent promise passing between them before Y/N leaned in, his lips brushing softly against hers. It was a tentative kiss at first, a question and a promise all at once. Nobara responded with a fervor that matched his own, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building with each passing second. Y/N's hands explored the curves of Nobara's body, tracing the lines of her muscles and the softness of her skin. She was a contradiction, strong and soft, fierce and gentle, and he was captivated by every inch of her.

Nobara's hands roamed over Y/N's back, her nails digging into his skin, marking him as hers. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a mix of pleasure and pain that only heightened his arousal. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his lips.

Nobara gasped, her head falling back, giving him better access. Y/N's hands moved to her waist, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his hips as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers, the weight of him pressing her into the soft mattress.

Their kisses became more urgent, more demanding, as their bodies moved in sync, a dance as old as time itself. Y/N's hands roamed lower, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach and the lacy edge of her bra. He traced the line of her bra with a finger, feeling her shiver beneath him.

Nobara arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps. Y/N leaned down, his lips capturing one of her nipples through the lace, his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

Y/N moved lower, his lips trailing a path of fire down her stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down slowly. Nobara lifted her hips, helping him, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the desire in them, the need, and it mirrored his own.

He settled between her thighs, his hands gently parting her folds, his fingers exploring her wetness. She was ready for him, her body aching with need. He leaned down, his tongue replacing his fingers, tasting her, savoring her. Nobara cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body arching off the bed.

Y/N brought her to the edge, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing her higher and higher until she shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure. He gave her a moment to recover, his lips trailing kisses up her body, before positioning himself at her entrance.

Nobara wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. Y/N pushed into her slowly, feeling her tighten around him, her body welcoming him. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one.

The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies slick with sweat, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. Y/N could feel his own climax building, his body tensing, his muscles coiling tight.

Nobara met him thrust for thrust, her body arching off the bed, her nails digging into his skin. She cried out his name, her body convulsing around him, sending him over the edge. He thrust into her one last time, his body shuddering with release, his seed spilling into her.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Y/N rolled onto his side, pulling Nobara with him, their bodies still entwined. He kissed her gently, a soft, lingering kiss that promised more.

Nobara smiled against his lips, her eyes soft and sated. "That was..." she began, but Y/N silenced her with another kiss, not needing words to express what they both felt. They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten, their love a sanctuary in the chaos of their lives.

[Y/N stood near the wall, arms crossed, his usual bored expression firmly in place. Until a group of third-years started talking trash. “Wow, so that’s Nejire Hado’s boyfriend?” one of them scoffed. “Doesn’t look like much.” Another added, “Yeah, thought she’d pick someone stronger.”]

[Nejire froze mid-sentence while Y/N didn’t move at first. Then… he slowly uncrossed his arms. “Hey,” he said calmly, but his voice was lower than usual.]

Y/N: Say that again.

[The third-years laughed. “Relax, dude. It’s just a joke.”]

[Y/N took a step forward. His eyes were sharp. Not annoyed. Not embarrassed. Actually angry. “I said,” he repeated, tone flat and dangerous.]

Y/N:--say it again.

Mirio: Oh… I’ve never seen him like this.

[Tamaki immediately shrank behind the couch.]

Tamaki: I-I don’t like this vibe…

[Yuyu looked up from her phone, eyes widening slightly.]

Yuyu: Wow. He’s actually mad.

[The third-years suddenly realized they’d messed up. “W-We didn’t mean anything—”]

Y/N: You don’t get to decide that. You talk about her like she’s some prize and me like I’m a joke? Keep my name out of your mouths.

[He wasn’t yelling which somehow made it worse. The room was dead silent. Nejire stared at him, like, really stared. His clenched jaw. The way his posture was protective without being showy. The fact that he hadn’t even looked back at her—he was just standing there, shielding her by instinct. And then, completely breaking the tension, Nejire smiled brightly and said.]

Nejire:…He’s kinda hot when he’s mad.

[Everyone snapped their heads toward her.]

Mirio: NEJIRE???

Tamaki: WHAT?!

Yuyu: Girl, this is NOT the time—

[Y/N finally turned around, ears red.]

Y/N: W-What??

[His anger instantly collapsed into pure flustered tsundere mode.]

Y/N: I-I’m not doing this for you or anything! They were just being annoying!

[Nejire floated over and poked his cheek.]

Nejire: Awww, but you looked so cool! All serious and protective and stuff!

Y/N: I was NOT protective!

[Nejire leaned in, whispering loudly on purpose.]

Nejire: Still hot though.

[Y/N’s brain completely blue-screened in place.]

[The campfire crackled softly beneath a pale, star-filled sky. Frieren sat cross-legged on a log, her expression placid as ever, eyes half-lidded while she stared into the flames. Across from her, Y/N L/N lay on his back in the grass, hands folded behind his head, talking—continuously.]

Y/N: So then Eisen swears the bridge was sturdy.

[Y/N said, voice animated as he turned his head toward Frieren.]

Y/N: But the moment I step on it—crack. I mean, structurally speaking, that thing was basically held together by optimism and—oh, did I ever tell you about the time Himmel tried to cook stew without water?

Frieren:…No.

Y/N: Okay, so—

[Fern, seated nearby and pretending very hard not to listen, quietly sighed.]

Y/N: He put the pot directly on the pan. No water, no oil, nothing. Just meat. It burned instantly. Smoke everywhere. Himmel looked genuinely offended, like the fire had betrayed him.

[Frieren tilted her head slightly.]

Frieren: That explains a lot.

Y/N: Right? Anyway, I had to scrape charred beef off the pot for three days. Still worth it though. You should’ve seen his face.

[The fire popped. An owl hooted somewhere in the distance.]

Y/N: You okay? Too loud?

[Frieren considered this. Then, calmly.]

Frieren: You are always loud.…but, it’s not unpleasant.

[Y/N froze, then slowly sat up.]

Y/N: Wait. Was that a compliment?

Frieren: I think so.

[He grinned like he’d just been knighted.]

Y/N: You actually complimented me?

Frieren: I compliment you often.

Y/N: Not out loud you don’t.

[She looked back at the fire, expression unchanged.]

Frieren: If you were silent, I would notice.

[Y/N’s grin softened. “…Yeah?” he asked quietly.]

Frieren: Yes.

[He scooted closer, resting his chin in his hands.]

Y/N: Love ya.

[Frieren didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she reached out and lightly tugged on the sleeve of his cloak—just enough to keep him there.]

Frieren: I love you too.

Y/N: Good. Because I plan on talking your ears off for at least the next fifty years.

Frieren:…I will endure it.

[Fern stared at them, unimpressed.]

Fern: Please, go to sleep already.

[The fire crackled on, warm and steady, as Frieren remained beside the man whose voice filled the quiet—one word at a time.]

[The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter of Class 1A, but today there was an extra spark in the air. Momo Yaoyorozu’s boyfriend, Y/N L/N, had joined them for a visit, and his presence was anything but ordinary. As soon as he walked in, Y/N turned to Momo and said,]

Y/N: You know, Momo, I was thinking about our date last night. I was really hard pressed to decide what to wear. But I figured, why not go with the flow?

[The class fell silent, and a few students exchanged puzzled glances. Momo, trying to keep a straight face, simply nodded.]

Momo: Yes, Y/N, that sounds… thoughtful.

Y/N: And then, when we were at the restaurant, the food was so wet and juicy. I couldn’t help but get a little sticky with it. It was a real mess to clean up, but it was worth it.

[The class was now in a state of bewilderment, with some students blushing and others trying to suppress their laughter. Momo, on the other hand, was the picture of composure, her eyes sparkling with amusement.]

Momo: Y/N, you have such a unique way of describing things.

[Momo commented, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. Just then, Deku, unable to contain his curiosity, asked.]

Deku: Y/N, did you mean that in a dirty way?

[Y/N turned to the student with a look of mock horror.]

Y/N: You perverted mind! I’m talking about food and fashion, not anything else. I’m going to clean myself now.

[With that, he walked out of the classroom, leaving behind a room full of confused and amused students. Momo, watching him go, couldn’t help but smile.]

Mirio: Yo! Long time no see!

[Beside him stood Tamaki, already halfway behind Mirio’s shoulder, and Nejire Hado—radiant as ever—who bounced on her heels the moment she spotted familiar uniforms. But it wasn’t them that made Class 1-A collectively freeze.]

[Yuyu—once composed, sharp-eyed, always perfectly put together—was clinging to a tall man’s arm like her life depended on it.]

Yuyu: Akaaa, did you drink water? You look like you might be dehydrated. I packed extra towels. And snacks. And-

[The man beside her, Akaguro Kurogane, stood perfectly still, black coat immaculate, expression calm to the point of glacial. “I’m fine,” he said flatly.]

Yuyu: He said he’s fine. He’s so strong.

[Uraraka leaned toward Momo and whispered.]

Uraraka: Is… is that Yuyu?

Bakugo:…What the hell happened to her?

[Akaguro glanced over, red eyes flicking to the group.]

Akaguro: Yo.

[His tone was level. Familiar. Kuudere to the bone. Todoroki nodded once in understanding.]

Todoroki: I see.

Yuyu: Everyone! This is my husband.

[“HUH?!” Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima yelled in perfect sync. Yuyu hugged Akaguro’s arm tighter.]

Yuyu: We got married two years ago. Isn’t he amazing? He cooks. He trains. He sleeps exactly six hours a night. I time it.

Akaguro:…You don’t have to time it.

Yuyu: I want to.

[Y/N, standing a little behind them with hands in his pockets, sighed.]

Y/N: She used to scare people.

Nejire: Now she scares Akaguro by loving him too much.

[Before Class 1-A could recover, two small figures came barreling across the courtyard.]

Amane, Nya: PAPA!

[Y/N barely had time to brace before a blue-haired little girl launched herself at his legs, followed immediately by a smaller one with darker curls who grabbed his coat.]

Y/N: Oi! I told you not to run!

[Amane looked up at him with sparkling eyes.]

Amane: But we missed you!

Nya: Missed Daddy lots.

[The entire courtyard went dead silent. Midoriya’s notebook slipped from his hands.]

Deku:…D-Daddy?

[Nejire clasped her hands together, positively glowing.]

Nejire: Oh! Right! Everyone—meet Amane and Nya.

[She leaned in affectionately, resting her chin on Y/N’s shoulder despite his immediate scowl.]

Nejire: They’re ours.

Mina: YOU’RE MARRIED?!

Denki: YOU HAVE KIDS?!

Bakugo: YOU?!

[Y/N’s ears turned red instantly.]

Y/N: Tch—! Keep your voices down! You’ll scare them!

[He bent slightly, scooping Nya up with practiced ease while Amane climbed onto his back like it was second nature. Nejire’s smile softened.]

Nejire: They’re total daddy’s girls.

[Amane hugged his neck.]

Amane: Daddy’s the best.

Nya: Daddy scary to bad guys. Gentle to us.

[Y/N swallowed, jaw tight.]

Y/N:…Oi. Don’t say stuff like that in public.

[Nejire laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.]

Nejire: You’re doing great, baby.

Y/N: Y-Yeah, well… someone’s gotta.

[Class 1-A could only stare as the terrifying, tsundere Y/N—once known for biting remarks and emotional walls—adjusted Amane’s grip, steadied Nya on his arm, and listened attentively as they both talked over each other.]

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[The realization didn’t fully hit Class 1-A until later that afternoon. They were gathered near the training fields—old habits returning easily—when Y/N set Amane and Nya down so he could speak with Aizawa. The second his hands left them, both girls froze.]

Amane: Papa?

[Amane asked, tilting her head. Y/N glanced back.]

Y/N: I’m right here. Don’t move.

[He took exactly three steps away, Nya’s lower lip trembled. Amane immediately wrapped an arm around her sister.]

Amane: It’s okay, Papa said don’t move.

[Class 1-A watched in silence as Midoriya whispered, "They’re… really calm."]

Jiro: Too calm.

[Jiro muttered. Y/N turned back, eyebrows knit.]

Y/N: You two good?

[Both girls’ faces lit up like Christmas trees. “Yes!” they chimed at the same time. He nodded once, satisfied, and turned again. The moment his back was fully turned Nya bolted.]

Y/N: HEY!

[Y/N reacted instantly, spinning and catching her mid-toddle with one arm like it was muscle memory. He lifted her up, steady and firm.]

Y/N: I said don’t move.

[He scolded, voice sharp but controlled. Nya clung to his neck, unfazed.]

Nya: Missed Daddy.

[His grip softened immediately. "…Tch," he muttered. Amane walked over, very serious, and tugged on his sleeve.]

Amane: She got scared.

Y/N: I know.

[Y/N muttered. He crouched, bringing himself to their level.]

Y/N: Listen. When I tell you to stay put, you stay put. Got it?

[They nodded in sync. “But,” Amane added,]

Amane: You gotta stay where we can see you.

[Class 1-A collectively felt their hearts crack.]

Y/N:…Fine.

Nejire: You’re so wrapped around their fingers.

[“I am not,” he snapped automatically—while shifting Nya higher on his hip and holding Amane’s hand. Later, while everyone sat on the grass eating snacks, Mina noticed something.]

Mina: Uh… Y/N? Your jacket.

[He glanced down and saw that Amane had crawled halfway inside it, using the fabric like a blanket, her head resting against his side. Nya sat in his lap, methodically braiding a loose strand of his hair with intense concentration.]

Nya: Hold still, Daddy.

Y/N:…I am holding still.

Amane: You moved.

Y/N: I breathed.

Amane: Don’t.

[“He lets them boss him around,” Kaminari whispered. Midoriya was scribbling furiously at this newfound information. While Amane peeked out from Y/N"# jacket.]

Amane: Daddy, can we see you train?

Y/N:…It’s dangerous.

[But Nya was resilient as she then offers.]

Nya: We’ll sit.

Amane: We’ll watch. From afar.

[Y/N hesitated, clearly conflicted. Nejire leaned over, whispering, “They trust you.” His jaw tightened.]

Y/N:…Fine. But you sit right there. Don’t move. Don’t blink.

Amane, Nya: Yes, sir!

[They both saluted. He stood, shrugging his jacket more securely around Amane so she didn’t slip out, then carefully set both girls beside Nejire before stepping onto the field. The moment he started moving—controlled, powerful, precise. When he finished and walked back, sweat on his brow, both girls immediately ran to him again.]

Y/N: Did you see?

Nya: Yes!

Amane: You were amazing!

[They hugged him tightly, and this time—Y/N hugged back without hesitation. Class 1-A watched, stunned and quiet. Bakugo scoffed.]

Bakugo:…Hah. Didn’t think I’d ever see this.

[Nejire leaned into Y/N’s side, smiling as Amane and Nya clung to him like anchors. And there was no doubt left at all. Those girls didn’t just love their father. They trusted him with everything.]

The girls basically corner and attempt to interrogate him on how long he's been able to see hagakure perfectly and what he was thinking and stuff like that.

I say attempt because he's not intimidated at all, and if anything is kinda amused. Hell, one of his answers is about Hagakure's expressions and how he finds them adorable, and when asked about why he never told anyone anything, he gives a confused look and answers by saying "none of you ever asked?" Saying it like it was such an obvious answer to what they'd asked.

Lol brother is genuinely confused

[The girls of Class 1-A had formed what could only be described as a wall. Uraraka stood front and center, hands on her hips, Mina leaned in from the side, eyes sparkling with predatory curiosity, Momo tried—and failed—to look composed while clearly panicking internally, Tsuyu observed silently, eyes narrowed, Jiro crossed her arms, tapping her foot.]

[And somewhere in the middle of all of it was Hagakure. Y/N, meanwhile, blinked at the semi-circle surrounding him, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. “…So,” Mina said, dragging the word out.]

Mina: You wanna explain?

Y/N: Explain what?

[Y/N asked cheerfully. Uraraka slapped her hands on the desk between them.]

Uraraka: DON’T PLAY DUMB.

Y/N: I’m not?

Jiro: We know you can see Hagakure.

[Y/N’s eyes slid—very deliberately—to where Hagakure was standing.]

Y/N: Oh. Yeah.

Mina: YEAH?!

[Mina screeched while Momo flushed red.]

Momo: H-How long?!

[Y/N hummed thoughtfully.]

Y/N: Since the first day, I guess.

[“THE FIRST DAY?!” Uraraka yelped. Tsuyu croaked softly.]

Tsuyu: That’s… a very long time, ribbit.

Hagakure: Y-Y/N?! You’ve seen me this whole time?!

[He smiled, completely unbothered by the chaos he was causing. “Mm-hm.” Mina grabbed his shoulders and shook him.]

Mina: WHAT DID YOU THINK?! SEEING A NAKED GIRL ALL THE TIME?!

[Y/N didn’t even flinch. He just waited until she stopped. “…Mostly,” he said slowly.]

Y/N: that Toru has really expressive eyes.

[…Huh?” Jiro said. He looked toward Hagakure again, smiling softly.]

Y/N: Like when you’re excited, your eyebrows do that little thing? And when you’re embarrassed, you scrunch your nose. It’s adorable.

Hagakure: E-EEEEEE?!

Uraraka: THAT’S what you noticed?!

[Momo covered her mouth, flustered beyond belief.]

Momo: Y-You weren’t… staring?!

[Y/N frowned slightly, genuinely confused.]

Y/N: That’d be rude.

[Mina stared at him like he was a cryptid.]

Mina: You are not normal.

Tsuyu: Agreed, ribbit.

Jiro: Then why didn’t you tell anyone?

Y/N:…Why would I?

[The girls collectively leaned in. Y/N tilted his head, thinking hard.]

Y/N:…None of you ever asked?

[He said it so plainly. So sincerely. Like the answer had been obvious the entire time. Uraraka slowly turned to Mina.]

Uraraka: I hate him.

Mina: I respect him.

[Mina said faintly. Hagakure, meanwhile, was making panicked invisible motions, hands flailing.]

Hagakure: Y-YOU COULD’VE SAID SOMETHING!

[Y/N looked back at her, puzzled but gentle.]

Y/N: You seemed happy. I didn’t wanna make it weird.

[Hagakure let out a muffled, high-pitched scream and bolted down the hallway. The girls stared after her then back at Y/N a few seconds later. Momo sighed deeply.]

Momo: You are… astonishingly dense.

[He smiled, completely unfazed.]

Y/N: I get that a lot.

Tsuyu: He’s not lying, ribbit.

[Mina crossed her arms, smirking.]

Mina: You’re never living this down.

[He chuckled, amused more than anything.]

Y/N:…Still don’t see what the big deal is.

[From down the hall, Hagakure shouted out.]

Hagakure: IT'S A HUGE DEAL, Y/N!!!

Y/N:…Huh.

Well she definitely had to at least try to get his number. Of course after the training finally ends and Camie pretty much seen that none of the guys seem remotely interested in dating which "Totes sucks" but she thought she'd try one last time with our prickly reader and his reaction to her asking him fkr his number is definitely unexpected. Not only was he visibly flustered at the question which was unexpectedly adorable but he exchanged contact info to, all while fidgeting like he wasn't sure how to respond.

Yeah Camie definitely isn't letting him slip away without at least putting up a fight.

[Dust still hung faintly in the air from the last round of rescue drills, the sun beginning to sink low and paint the sky in warm orange streaks. Students were scattered around in exhausted clusters—some stretching, some groaning, some flat-out lying on the ground like they’d been defeated by gravity itself. Camie Utsushimi flopped dramatically onto a bench, fanning herself with one hand.]

Camie: Ughhh—special course is, like, actually murder on my cute little soul.

[She sighed. Nearby, Todoroki stood silently drinking water. Bakugo was… yelling at no one in particular. Typical. Camie’s gaze slid past them. She had tried at first, obviously. Todoroki had the looks—totally her type physically—but the personality? Way. Too. Cold. Talking to him felt like flirting with a freezer aisle.]

[Bakugo? Hot. Explosive. Loud. Absolutely not. She liked chaos, but not that flavor. And then there was him. Y/N L/N. Thorny. Prickly. Mouth sharper than his combat style—but without Bakugo’s screaming fits. He didn’t chase attention. Didn’t post up with the loudest group. He trained hard, spoke bluntly, and kept to himself.]

[And he was… annoyingly cute in a quiet, dangerous way. Right now, he sat on the edge of the training platform, wrapping his knuckles with fresh tape. Sweat darkened his uniform slightly, hair messy from combat. He looked focused. Guarded. Camie tilted her head. “…Yeah,” she murmured. “That one.”]

[She hopped off the bench and casually strolled over like she totally wasn’t nervous at all. Totally. Y/N sensed her before she spoke. He glanced over, eyes narrowing slightly in instinctive caution.]

Y/N: What.

[He said flatly. Camie gasped dramatically.]

Camie: Wow, rude already? And here I was gonna compliment your vibes.

Y/N:…My what.

[She giggled. ]

Camie: Your vibes! All sharp and quiet and broody without the boom boom murder rage. It’s kinda my aesthetic.

Y/N:…You’re weird.

Camie: Aww, you noticed.

[She leaned against the railing beside him, peeking at his bandaged hands. “So,” she said casually, dragging the word out.]

Camie: Special course is finally over… and I totally noticed that none of you guys are, like, even remotely trying to date anyone.

Y/N:…And?

[Camie turned, suddenly much closer than he expected.]

Camie: So I figured—last attempt of the day, why not try the prickliest one?

Y/N: W-What.

[It wasn’t sharp, It wasn’t flat, It cracked. Camie’s eyes widened slightly—then sparkled. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered.]

Camie: You’re flustered. That’s adorable.

[“I am not—” He tried to scoff, but his ears were already turning red. His grip tightened on the tape.]

Y/N: Why are you talking like that.

[She leaned in just a little more, smiling.]

Camie: Because I wanna see if you’ll give me your number.

[The words hit him like a flashbang as Y/N visibly short-circuited. His posture stiffened. His eyes darted away. His jaw tightened. His fingers stopped mid-wrap. There was a full three seconds of silence where his mind clearly left his body.]

Y/N:…You…You’re joking.

Camie: Nope. Dead serious. I think you’re cute. Thorny, but cute.

Y/N: Th-That’s—That’s a dumb reason

Camie: Still a reason.

[She pulled out her phone and held it out easily.]

Camie: C’mon. What’s the worst that could happen?

[Y/N stared at the phone like it was a live explosive. His fingers twitched.]

Y/N:…You’re not gonna prank me, are you.

[Camie placed a hand over her heart.]

Camie: Promise on my eyeliner.

[Slowly—awkwardly—like he was surrendering information to an interrogator, He reached out. Their phones tapped together. He typed in his number with stiff, jittery movements, shoulders tense, eyes refusing to meet hers the entire time. Camie watched with barely contained delight.]

Y/N:…There.

[He muttered, handing her phone back far too quickly.]

Y/N: Don’t—Don’t make it weird.

[She laughed softly, saving the contact.]

Camie: Oh, it’s already weird. But in a cute way.

[He huffed, turning away again.]

Y/N:…You’re annoying.

Camie: Yep! And now I’ve got your number. Major win for me!

[As she skipped back toward the other students, Y/N stayed exactly where he was—face hot, heart pounding, hands still fidgeting with the loose tape around his fingers. Bakugo barked a laugh from across the field.]

Bakugo: WOW, YOU REALLY ARE AWKWARD, SPIKY.

Y/N: SHUT UP!

[But the redness never left his face. And Camie? She was already typing: "hehe thorn boy picked up successfully 💕" Y/N’s phone buzzed in his pocket.]

Y/N:…Crap.

[Shinobu’s head tilted immediately and saw a child. She turned just in time to see one of the younger Kakushi children—no older than four—standing near the engawa, face red, tears streaming, hands clenched in the fabric of their sleeves. They looked utterly overwhelmed. Before Shinobu could move, someone else did.]

Y/N: Hey, hey… it’s alright.

[Y/N’s voice was low and gentle, completely different from the calm sarcasm he used so often. He crouched down in front of the child, bringing himself to their eye level. His sword was set aside without a second thought. The child hiccupped, crying harder. Y/N didn’t rush them. He simply opened his arms, giving the child a choice. After a second of hesitation, the child stumbled forward and buried their face in his haori.]

Y/N: There we go.

[Y/N murmured, one hand rubbing slow circles into their back.]

Y/N: You’re safe. I’ve got you.

[The crying softened to sniffles. Shinobu felt something shift in her chest. Y/N lifted the child easily, settling them against his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. He hummed—soft, tuneless, steady. The child’s breathing evened out almost immediately.]

Y/N: There you go. That’s better.

[The child’s small hands fisted into his clothing, already half-asleep. Shinobu’s fingers tightened around the vial she was holding.]

[Her heart started beating faster—not from danger, not from battle—but from something warm and frighteningly domestic. Her gaze traced the way Y/N supported the child’s head, how instinctive and careful he was, how his expression softened in a way only she ever really saw.]

[He’d be an amazing father, her mind supplied unhelpfully. Shinobu swallowed, her cheeks felt warm. Y/N turned slightly—and noticed her staring.]

Y/N: Ah. Shinobu. I didn’t mean to-

Shinobu: You’re fine.

[She said quickly, smiling sweetly. Too sweetly. Her eyes, however, were locked on the child now peacefully asleep against his chest.]

Shinobu:…You’re very good with children.

[She added, tone light. Y/N shrugged a little, careful not to wake the child.]

Y/N: They’re just small people. They get scared easier.

[Something in Shinobu’s composure cracked. Her smile faltered—not into sadness, but into something softer. Her chest ached in a way she wasn’t prepared for. A tiny, dangerous thought bloomed in her mind, fully formed and impossible to ignore.]

Shinobu: I want one. No. I want one with him.

[She stepped closer without realizing it, reaching out to gently adjust the child’s sleeve where it had slipped down.]

Shinobu: You know, you look… very natural like this.

Y/N: Do I?

Shinobu: Yes. Too natural.

[He tilted his head.]

Y/N: Hm?

[She looked up at him then, violet eyes shining with something vulnerable and new. For once, there was no teasing edge, no playful cruelty—just sincerity.]

Shinobu:…If we ever had a child, I think they’d be very lucky.

[Y/N froze in place and then his ears turned red. The child shifted, sighing contentedly, completely unaware that they had just triggered a life-altering realization. Y/N cleared his throat.]

Y/N: That’s… a very serious thing to say so casually, Shinobu.

[She smiled again—but this time it was warm. Hopeful. “I’m not being casual,” she replied. And as Y/N looked at her—really looked at her—Shinobu realized with absolute clarity: She had it bad. Very, very bad. And for the first time, the idea of a future filled with lullabies, small hands, and Y/N at her side didn’t feel frightening at all. It felt… perfect.]

Heaven was… loud. Not in the Hellish, chaotic way Y/N was used to—but in an almost too-clean, too-happy way. Everything gleamed. Everything sparkled. Everyone smiled like they meant it. Y/N scowled.

Y/N: Tch. Place gives me a headache…

Emily: You’re frowning again.

The voice beside him was bright—warm, like sunlight filtered through clouds. Y/N stiffened just a little before snapping his head away.

Y/N: I’m not frowning.

Emily hovered next to him, hands folded in front of her, wings fluttering faintly as she leaned forward to inspect his face with genuine concern.

Emily: You are, your eyebrows do that thing.

“They do not do a thing,” Y/N muttered. Emily giggled. Not teasing. Not mocking. Just… happy. And for some reason, that annoyed him more than anything else. They stood on one of Heaven’s floating balconies, golden light washing over the marble railings. Below them, angels passed by, whispering curiously. A tsundere mortal with a sharp tongue didn’t exactly blend in.

Emily: You’ve been really quiet since you got here. Are you uncomfortable?

Y/N: Obviously. I don’t belong here.

He said with a scoff. She tilted her head.

Emily: Why do you think that?

He opened his mouth—ready to snap something sharp—but stopped. Because every time he tried to push her away, Emily just… listened. No judgment. No fear. No disappointment. “…I’m not exactly ‘Heaven material,’” he said finally, voice low. Emily’s smile softened. She stepped closer, close enough that the edge of her wing brushed his arm.

Emily: I think Heaven’s a lot bigger than you think.

Y/N: D-Don’t get all philosophical on me, I didn’t ask for your opinion.

He snapped, his cheeks going bright red as Emily smiled wider. “Okay,” she said easily.

Emily: But I wanted to give it anyway.

“Tch—!” He turned away sharply, crossing his arms.

Y/N: You’re way too nice, you know that? People like you get hurt.

Emily studied his back. Quietly. Carefully. “…You worry about that a lot,” she said. He stiffened. “That’s because people are idiots,” he muttered. “And you—” He hesitated. “…You don’t deserve that.” There it was. Barely audible. Unpolished. Honest. Emily’s eyes softened completely. She stepped in front of him, forcing him to look at her. He tried to glare—failed miserably.

Emily: You’re kind.

Y/N: I am not—

“You are,” she insisted gently.

Emily: You just hide it behind sharp words so no one can hurt you first.

Y/N looked away again, jaw tight.

Y/N:…Stop looking at me like that.

Emily: Like what?

Y/N: Like you actually… care.

Emily smiled—not bright this time. Warm. Steady.

Emily: I do.

That did it. His face burned as he snapped.

Y/N: Tch! You’re impossible! Why do you even like me?!

Emily: Because you try. Even when you pretend you don’t.

Emily reached out, hesitating only a second before gently taking his hand.

Emily: You don’t have to belong here. You just have to belong somewhere.

His grip tightened around hers before he could stop himself. “…Idiot angel,” he muttered.

Y/N: Don’t say stuff like that.

Emily laughed quietly, squeezing his hand back. But she didn’t let go. And neither did he.

Nejire: Okay, Eri, we’re home!

[She chirped, toeing off her shoes.]

Nejire: I thought we could make hot cocoa first, then cookies, then maybe—

[She enters, and the apartment smelled… amazing. Warm butter, sugar, cinnamon—gingerbread.]

[In her kitchen stood Y/N L/N, sleeves rolled up, apron tied crookedly around his waist, flour dusting his dark shirt. A tray of gingerbread men sat on the counter, perfectly spaced. Another bowl of dough rested nearby, and a half-assembled gingerbread house leaned precariously beside a box labeled “Christmas Decorations – Do Not Drop.”]

Y/N: You're late.

[Y/N looked over his shoulder, immediately scowling. Nejire’s brain short-circuited.]

Nejire:…Y/N?

[Eri peeked around Nejire’s leg, ruby eyes widening.]

Eri: Oh! Mr. Y/N!

Y/N: D-Don’t call me ‘Mister.’ That’s weird.

[Eri giggled at his red face. Nejire finally found her voice.]

Nejire: W-What are you doing here?! I thought you were on patrol until tonight!

[He turned back to the counter, aggressively kneading dough.]

Y/N: Yeah, well. Patrol ended early. And I may have remembered you said Eri’s never made gingerbread houses before.

[Nejire’s eyes sparkled instantly.]

Nejire: You remembered?!

[“I didn’t say that,” he snapped.]

Y/N: I just… heard it. Once. Accidentally.

[She floated closer, hands clasped behind her back, leaning in to inspect the cookies.]

Nejire: You baked already?

Y/N: Tch. I prepped, so Eri wouldn’t get bored waiting around while you… talk for forty minutes straight.

Nejire: Hey!

[Eri toddled forward, staring in awe at the decorations.]

Eri: These are so pretty…

[Y/N cleared his throat and reached under the table, pulling out a medium-sized box wrapped in snowflake paper. He held it out stiffly.]

Y/N:…This is for you. Or whatever.

Eri: For me?!

Y/N: Yeah. Obviously. It’s Christmas.

[She took it carefully, eyes shining. “Thank you!” Nejire stared at him, heart swelling painfully.]

Nejire: Y/N… you didn’t have to—

[He shoved another box into her arms. Bigger. Wrapped in blue paper with a slightly crumpled bow.]

Y/N: And don’t start crying. I just saw it and thought— I mean, it was practical.

[Nejire peeked inside. Her breath caught. Inside was a soft winter scarf in her favorite color, a small box of specialty tea she loved, and—tucked beneath it all—a handwritten note. "For when you forget to rest. You deserve nice things too." She looked up, eyes glossy.]

Nejire:…You’re so bad at being subtle.

[His ears burned red.]

Y/N: Shut up.

[Eri tugged on his sleeve.]

Eri: Can we make the houses now?

Y/N: Yeah. Wash your hands first. No frosting disasters.

[Nejire laughed softly, watching him crouch down to Eri’s level, explaining the rules with fake sternness and very real care. As Eri ran to the sink, Nejire leaned in and whispered.]

Nejire: Thank you for doing this.

[He didn’t look at her.]

Y/N:…I wasn’t gonna let you do Christmas alone.

[Her smile was radiant. The apartment filled with laughter, clinking candy, and the quiet warmth of a tsundere heart that showed love in flour-dusted hands and perfectly wrapped presents.]

[The theater lobby buzzed with noise and neon lights, and Y/N L/N looked like he wanted to fight all of it. “Why is it so loud?” he snapped, shoving his hands into his pockets.]

Y/N: And why are there so many extras walking around?

[Nejire Hado beamed beside him, eyes sparkling as she leaned closer.]

Nejire: Because it’s movie night! Isn’t it exciting?

[“It’s inefficient,” he grumbled—then immediately stiffened when she tilted her head up at him with that soft smile.]

Y/N:…What do you want?

[Nejire gasped dramatically.]

Nejire: Really? Anything?

[“Don’t get weird about it,” Y/N muttered, already pulling out his wallet.]

Y/N: Just—pick.

[Five minutes later, his arms were full. Popcorn. Candy boxes. A ridiculous amount of drinks.]

Nejire: You didn’t have to get all this.

[Nejire laughed, touched by how much he loves her.]

Y/N: Tch. You’d complain if I didn’t.

[He shot back, cheeks faintly pink.]

Y/N: And don’t spill it.

[Inside the theater, the lights dimmed. Y/N sat stiff at first, arms crossed, eyes locked on the screen like it owed him money. Nejire lasted exactly ten minutes before she gently leaned against him.

[He froze. “…You comfortable?” he asked, pretending not to notice her head on his shoulder. “Mhm!” she whispered happily. “Good,” he muttered. Then, after a pause, he shifted just enough to make it easier for her to snuggle closer. Halfway through the movie, she reached into the popcorn, fingers brushing his. He scowled at the screen, heart pounding.]

Y/N: Stop smiling.

[He whispered. “I’m not,” she whispered back, absolutely smiling. By the time the credits rolled, Nejire was practically tucked into his side, and Y/N hadn’t moved once. Outside, the night air was cool and quiet.]

Y/N:…Did you have fun?

[He asked, voice low. Nejire looked up at him, eyes warm.]

Nejire: With you? Always.

[He turned away quickly.]

Y/N: Yeah. Whatever. Same.

[They walked off together, closer than before—both of them completely, hopelessly down bad, even if only one of them would ever admit it out loud.]

--

[The gala hall shimmered with soft lights and elegant music, but Akaguro Kurogane’s attention was fixed on one thing only. Yuyu Haya. She adjusted her outfit slightly, eyes scanning the room. Akaguro noticed immediately.]

Akaguro:…Is it uncomfortable?

[He asked quietly. She blinked, surprised by the very slight concern in his voice.]

Yuyu: Oh—no, I’m okay. Just…not used to this kind of thing.

Akaguro: If you want to leave, we can. Or go somewhere quieter. No explanation needed.

[Her shoulders relaxed at once.]

Yuyu: You’d really be okay with that?

[“Yes,” he said simply.]

Akaguro: Your comfort matters more than what my family wants.

[Yuyu smiled softly.]

Yuyu: Then… I’d like to stay. With you.

[They moved through the gala at an easy pace, Akaguro always half a step closer to her than anyone else. When people spoke to her, he stayed near—not possessive, just present. Steady. As the music shifted to something slower, he hesitated, then held out a hand.]

Akaguro:…May I?

[She placed her hand in his without hesitation.]

Yuyu: I was hoping you’d ask.

[They danced quietly, no dramatic spins or flair—just gentle steps, perfectly in sync. Yuyu rested her hand against his shoulder, and Akaguro adjusted instantly so she didn’t have to strain.]

Yuyu: You’re very attentive.

[She said softly. “I listen,” he replied. When the song ended, he didn’t let go right away. Neither did she. For them, romance wasn’t loud or fiery—it was careful, warm, and unshakably sincere.]

Kanae: Did you hear about the new recruit?

[Kanae asked, her voice soft but curious, tilting her head as she stirred her tea. Aoi perked up immediately, her eyebrows knitting together.]

Aoi: Yeah, apparently he’s already making an impression… though I’m not sure if it’s a good one.

[Kanao, as usual, remained quiet, her dark eyes following a bird that had landed on the windowsill. The three of them were just finishing their conversation when a sudden commotion came from the hallway. Shinobu emerged, her usual crisp steps carrying her forward, a slight frown on her face. But behind her, trailed a young man with messy hair, bright, innocent eyes, and an aura that seemed completely at odds with the strict order of the mansion.]

Kanae: Shinobu! You’re up early today.

[Kanae called out, waving a hand.]

[Shinobu’s eyes flicked toward them, narrowing slightly, as if daring someone to comment.]

Shinobu: I’m always up early. And I’m making sure our new recruit doesn’t trip over his own feet before breakfast.

[Kanae, Aoi, and Kanao turned their gaze to the newcomer. He was holding a tray of tea awkwardly, clearly trying to be helpful but constantly glancing at Shinobu as if expecting a sudden scolding.]

Y/N: Uh… good morning?

[He said softly, a hesitant smile on his face. Shinobu’s lips twitched, barely holding back a sigh.]

Shinobu: Morning, Y/N. Don’t spill that tea.

Y/N: Right… yes, ma’am. I’ll be careful.

[He carefully set the tray down, his movements slightly too exaggerated, as if to ensure nothing would happen. Kanae leaned toward Aoi and whispered, almost too softly for Shinobu to hear.]

Kanae: He’s… so soft. And so nervous around her. She looks like she’s about to snap any second, but he’s… smiling at her like she’s a puppy.

[Aoi stifled a laugh, nodding.]

Aoi: It’s kind of strange. Shinobu looks like she’s ready to vaporize someone, but he’s just… calm. Airheaded, even.

[Kanao tilted her head, watching the interaction silently. Y/N had tripped slightly on the edge of the rug, and Shinobu had caught his wrist instinctively.]

Shinobu: Watch your step.

She muttered, the sharpness in her voice softened just enough that it sounded almost… protective. Y/N blinked up at her, genuinely oblivious to how tense the situation could have been.]

Y/N: Oh! Thank you! I… I didn’t see that there.

[Shinobu’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment it seemed like she might bark at him. But instead, she simply let out a soft huff, tugging him upright and brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve.]

Shinobu: Just… try to pay attention next time.

[Kanae sighed softly, a small, amused smile curling on her lips.]

Kanae: He’s going to be a handful, isn’t he?

Aoi: And somehow, I think he’s already softened her… a little.

[Kanao didn’t respond, but a tiny curve of her lips betrayed her amusement. The sight of the short-tempered Shinobu bending just enough for the airheaded recruit was something none of them would forget soon. Y/N, oblivious to the subtle tension he was diffusing, smiled brightly at the three girls.]

Y/N: I’ll try really hard not to cause trouble!

[Shinobu’s frown deepened, though not entirely convincingly. “You’d better,” she muttered, but the faintest hint of warmth lingered in her gaze. And just like that, the Butterfly Mansion felt a little lighter that morning.]