The Moon Is Beautiful, Isn't It?

You had no idea how you could have been so lucky to find a man like Jin. Granted, he had his fair share of problems: a personality disorder where he switched back and forth between radically different selves, an unstable sense of identity, and a lengthy criminal record, but… things could be worse, right? At least that’s what you always tried to tell yourself. But there were so many golden traits that overshadowed the red flags. He was a deeply caring person, at least for the people he loved, and he was devoted to a T. His loyalty was unwavering and he was never hesitant to let you know how much you meant to him (although, some of his other personalities would try to argue the contrary). Not only that, but his dynamic energy always lifted up your spirit. Seeing him dramatically pose, make wild hand gestures, or just simply yap to himself always managed to make you crack a smile, and that made his stomach feel all fluttery. 

Now, the day was far beyond over, and you both decided that you were just done for the day. Utterly whooped, you and Jin collapsed onto your queen-sized bed -- which just so happened to be laying on the floor, since neither of you had time to assemble the bedframe yet. You did, however, have all your blankets unpacked and spread over the mattress, and you both snuggled up under their soft and cozy coverage. 

It was February and the utilities weren’t set up yet, so your apartment’s heater was not going to kick on. But that wasn’t an issue; you were wrapped up in thick comfy blankets and each other’s warm embrace kept the chill away for the whole night. You felt almost too warm, but you were too tired to do anything about it, and you didn’t want to escape your boyfriend’s secure embrace. 

“Babe… I’m tired,” you whined. You were in a state where, even though you were utterly beat, you were unfortunately unable to fall asleep. 

“Damn, that sucks-- Just close your eyes, Y/N, we’ve got nowhere to be,” Jin sleepily replied.

The dread of having to go to work again tomorrow pervaded your sense of relaxation vs. urgency. You were also afraid of your beloved falling asleep before you as well, and you didn’t want to be left alone after such a hard day. 

“I have work tomorrow…I don’t wanna go…” you muttered. 

Your obvious pouting made Jin grin a little, so he opened his eyes and admired your weary face. “Here…put your head under my chin-- eugh, go away,” he calmly replied, despite a contradicting voice pleading otherwise. You’ve known him for a long while now, so you knew for certain that all those snide remarks didn’t reflect how he actually felt about you, and he was so grateful that you understood that and trusted him.

You nuzzled your face against his neck, his chin now resting on top of your head. You felt heat radiate from his exposed skin, some stubble from a somewhat recent shave, and the beating of his heart through his jugular. 

Whenever Jin came home from work, he would immediately slip on his Twice mask to feel a sense of wholeness again. It was difficult to keep himself together while trying to conform to the rest of the society, all so that he could hold down his current job and support the two of you. The warehouse he worked at was extremely hesitant to let a convict work for them, but they couldn’t exactly refuse him due to government pressure; so, they made a compromise: “no costume that would make everyone on-site feel uncomfortable and you get to stay.” Thank God for pre-trial diversion programs. 

Because of this, you don’t often have the chance to savor this skin-to-skin contact like you can at this moment. Bedtime was one of the few times he took his mask off at home (he didn’t want to suffocate in his sleep, after all) and you took advantage of it almost every night. You slowly inhaled his scent and the feeling of your breath against his neck made him blush. 

“Do you feel any better?-- Have you had enough yet?!” Jin said, caring contrasted with false annoyance. 

“Mmm…need this for a while longer.”

His smile widened and he closed his eyes. “I can do this all night-- Creep!”

Dammit…

Why can’t I just shut up?

Oh come on, you know she loves it.

Is this weird? Are we really okay?

Not at all. 

We’re totally fine!

When will she be tired of me?

Any moment now. 

I’m a mess, I don’t--

Jin’s slowly spiraling thoughts were abruptly interrupted when you nuzzled your face against his neck again, reassuring him that, even though he was admittedly afraid of being happy, everything really was all good between the two of you. 

“Thank you…for being here,” you whispered.

Jin squeezed you tightly as if you were his favorite stuffed animal, and you squeezed him back with equal affection. 

It’s okay to have nice things. We’re allowed to have this. Me and Y/N both, he finally thought to himself. Things are so much better than they used to be. I finally made it…she finally made it.

Fuck it, who cares, we’re allowed to celebrate it… even if that celebration is just as small as cuddling in bed. 

To soothe himself to sleep after coming to his realization, he proceeded to pet your head. He let his fingers run through your hair and he hummed with contentment. The room being totally dark and quiet also added to the sense of tranquility among the two of you. “I love you-- you’re a devil,” he whispered. 

At this point, you finally felt yourself relax a little more and were too tired to reply. Your muscles became slack and your eyelids began to feel heavy. Jin’s steady breathing, heartbeat, and rhythmic petting (while your face was still pressed against his neck) gradually lulled you to sleep. Once you were out cold, your boyfriend’s consciousness slipped soon after.

At last, it was Halloween night, the day you guys were all waiting for. Despite almost all of you being adults, you still couldn’t resist the allure of candy. Another great thing about Halloween: candy was completely free, so you wouldn’t even get in trouble for stealing. After trick-or-treaters had their run through the town, you and the league would run up to porches and storefronts and grab everything that was left. Yokohama was a sizable and bustling city, so by the end of the night, you guys had a pretty impressive haul. 

Stealing candy wasn’t the only thing you guys had planned for that night, though. Before finally going home, you guys had to get on the next best Halloween tradition: pranks and various acts of vandalism. Eggs, toilet paper, and spray paint all decorated the faces of posters, signs, and statues that featured or commemorated any hero you could find throughout the city. It was a very mild and wholesome form of chaos, but chaos, nonetheless.

Heckling people who were dressed as heroes was pretty funny, and you guys admired the amount of Stain cosplayers you found. While there were some fantastic dead-ringers, you guys felt obligated to say “oh yeah nah, Spinner’s is the best,” which he took great pride in. It was pretty disheartening for him, though, when some stranger would walk by and confuse him for a teenage mutant ninja turtle, to which you had to hold him back from knocking said stranger out. 

The rest of you decided to try out wearing different costumes for the occasion, and some of them were better than anticipated. Mr. Compress had an immaculate Phantom of The Opera costume, Shigaraki made for a spooky grim reaper (one of the hands over his face made him look even more ominous), Magne was a stunning Laurie from the movie Halloween, Toga was an adorable devil, and you made for a lovely vampire. Dabi, however, went a more simpler route; he grabbed an Oni mask from the closest convenience store and called it a costume. You guys tried to talk him into putting more effort, but he insisted that he never really celebrated Halloween as a kid, so this was the best that the league was going to get this year. 

Twice’s costume made you the most proud; you were the one who helped him make it, after all. You dressed him up as a zombie, and you took time and meticulous effort doing the makeup while sitting in his lap under a bright bathroom light. …You also took time doing other things while on his lap, but that actually helped out with the process of making both of your costumes! Smudged fake blood around his mouth, cheeks, and neck really sold the look, and the blood around your mouth made it clear that he was your victim~.

After a long night of fun and revelry, you all finally decided to retire to the league’s bar in Kamino Ward. Kurogiri was manning the bar as usual when you guys entered and dumped entire bags and buckets of candy on the counter. The man made of black mist seemed surprised by the amount of loot you guys gathered in one adventure, as far as you could guess through his obscured face.

“Kurogiri, is everything ready?” Shigaraki asked the bartender. At last, it was the final thing the league had planned for Halloween: a late-night slasher movie marathon. 

“Yes, Tomura,” Kurogiri replied, presenting stacks of DVDs and bowls of popcorn onto the bar next to the candy haul. 

Quickly, you all grabbed the stacks of movies and snacks, and gathered around the TV, arguing which one would be the best to play. Along with Japanese horror movies, there was a mix of American slashers that you and Magne had insisted that needed to be added to the collection. For one reason, you were both fans of American horror (Magne’s costume was proof), and second, you fluently understood English and American culture (everyone else would have to watch with subtitles). The collection you guys had for the night consisted of, in no particular order: Onibaba, Kuroneko, Ju-On: The Grudge, Tetsuo: The Iron Man, Scream, Halloween, and Evil Dead. 

Given how late it was, you all knew that you probably wouldn’t make it through the whole marathon, but that challenge quickly made it into a contest to see who could stay up the longest. 

“It’d probably be Shigaraki and Spinner,” you betted. “I’ve seen you guys stay up until sunrise playing games online.”

“Some of these movies look pretty insane, I don’t see how anyone could fall asleep to these-- they look totally boring,” Twice commented, looking at the back of some of the cases. 

Mr. Compress nodded in agreement, also reviewing some of the movies. “Some of them appear to be more gratuitous than having any real story,” he complained.

“Oh come on, not all of them are that bad!” Magne waved dismissively. 

“So you’re saying you’d be the first to lose, then?” Dabi cut in. 

“N-no! I can totally outlast all of you,” she retorted. 

“Can Toga even watch some of these?” Twice added.

“Hey, I can totally handle these!” Toga argued. She did have a penchant for blood and violence in her regular life, after all. Well, the entire league did, as a matter of fact. 

“Ah, we should’ve gotten The Shining,” you thought back regretfully. Magne nodded in agreement.

“At least something with a little more class,” Compress sighed. 

“Calling it, Compress will be the first to go,” Spinner pointed, to which his target scoffed. 

Shigaraki impatiently sighed. “Are we going to watch any of these movies, or what?”

After some debate, you guys decided to start off with Halloween. It was the name of the holiday, after all, and you had to watch it in honor of Magne’s costume. 

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There WILL be a chapter 2, and yes, there shall be some NSFW for you guys with you and Twice. I hope you guys enjoy what I have so far!

Neither of you had any clue as to what happened in the bathroom; how he broke down, fucked your clone, then spent about 15 minutes cleaning and freshening himself up. Jin didn’t even attempt to clean his boxers, they were ruined without a washing machine, so he had to throw them away and go commando until they got to the motel. As for the copy of you, the mud dissolved and evaporated within minutes.

The three of you all had a great time eating at the table, exchanging stories, checking in on each other to see how their new rooms were, and talking about how damn good the waffles were. About an hour or two later, you all finally headed back to the motel. You and Toga got extra waffles to-go to have for breakfast the next day, and you both had Jin carry them. “Hey, why do I gotta be the pack mule?!-- It’s no big deal, though-- I can carry anything, no matter the weight or size!” he exclaimed while flexing one of his arms and balancing the leftovers in the other.

“Very impressive,” you chuckled and applauded him. 

Jin wasn’t as flustered anymore from your compliments; he seemed so much more comfortable around you, now. You had no idea what happened at the diner, but all that mattered was that things finally seemed to be normal between you two.

Toga parted ways from the party and went back to her room, which left you and Jin standing next to each other by his door. “Hey, why aren’t you going? Not that I don’t want you around!-- Go home already!”

“Well, I wanted to give you this before I left.” You pulled out Jin’s mask and handed it to him. “You seemed really tense back at the diner. I was worried if you felt like splitting, so I ran and got your mask as fast as I could, in case you needed it.” You looked away shyly, with a smile you couldn’t hide away.

Is this it? Should I go ahead and tell him?

He took the mask, but just before your hands pulled away, he reached out and held them.

“Ah?!” you expressed in shock.

Alright, just be straightforward and honest. You’ve already done this once before.

“Y/N…there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I never knew where to start.”

Your face was blushed and you were speechless.

“You’re…you’re beautiful, and kind to me, and kind to the league!-- I want to hold you and be held by you!” He took a step closer. “I-I really don’t wanna sound too forward, but-- I’ve been holding this back for so long, it’s been agony! It’s been killing me! It’s torture!”

All this emotion and expression all at once still left you at a loss for words, and you were frozen in place. You longed for the day to hear all of this, but now that it was happening in real life, you didn’t know how to react.

“S-so…Y/N…will you go out with me?” He paused, waiting for your response. “Well don’t just stand there?!”

You were so flustered, so confused, but you tightened your hold on Jin’s hands. His eyes widened, and you vigorously nodded. You thought you were confident enough to ask him out, but he really swept you off your feet.

Damn, there was no way I could’ve pulled that off as well as he did!

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?”

“Y-yes!” you finally managed to blurt out. You jumped forward and hugged him, sending both of your hearts racing. 

It was official; you were dating!

Meanwhile, Toga was outside on the balcony, on the floor just below where you and Jin were standing; she listened to the entire conversation. “Yes!” she jumped for joy and pumped her fist in the air upon hearing the end of the confession.

“Did you hear something?” you asked.

OOP!

“You always do this. You get in the way. I can’t think clearly, I can’t talk clearly! I don’t even know what I’m trying to get across, sometimes! You think a girl wants to be with a guy like that?”

“Hm, you’re right. Y/N deserves better than us.”

“Shut up! Just leave me alone…please…” 

Jin pressed his face against his knees. 

“I wish…I wish she was here.”

“Then go out and talk to her.”

“No way, not like this!”

“Then make another clone.”

“Haven’t you done enough of that already, creep?”

“How else is he supposed to do this?”

“Why can’t you be quiet and let me think?!” He yelled. 

Then there was a knock at the door that made Jin nearly jump out of his skin. “E-excuse me, sir, are you alright in there?” some stranger asked.

“Yeah, I’m good-- mind your own damn business!” 

When footsteps on the other side of the door scurried away, Jin untensed slightly. “You know what you gotta do, man,” he told himself. He gave up and pushed aside his guilt; he just wanted to feel some sense of comfort. Again, he reached out, and the mud-like substance flowed from his palms. In seconds, your copy sat by his side.

He didn’t even have to say anything. One look at him, miserable and sitting on the floor of a diner bathroom, was enough to tell her everything. 

“Y/N…” he sniffled and said in a weak voice.

“Shh…it’s okay. You’re safe here…you can let it all out. I’m here for you,” your clone said gently. 

And with that, the dams broke. He threw his arms around her and quietly sobbed into her shoulder. She held him in her arms, and much like the previous night, she gently rocked Jin until, gradually, he calmed down. “I’m sorry, I…I--”

“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to force yourself to be strong. It’s okay to give yourself a break every now and then. You deserve some time to unwind and let go of whatever is getting you down.”

Jin sniffed and pulled away to rub his teary eyes. Your clone softly held her hand to his face and wiped away a tear with her thumb, which left the man completely stunned. He looked at her in surprise, but she looked at him with nothing but love in her expression.

“Y/N…”

“Yeah?”

Jin slowly inhaled and exhaled. “You’re so kind to me-- and you’re hot!” In a burst of emotion and impulse, he took a hold of her hands and finally let it all out; straightforward and honest. “I-I really like you-- I love you so much-- and I’ve been really wanting to tell you for a long time now--” he spilled out until the clone put a finger to his mouth to quiet him.

Oh God, did I do it wrong, does she hate me?! He started to panic.

Her face was burning red, but she leaned forward and took the jump. “Save it for the real me,” she whispered to him, then pressed her lips against his. 

Sparks flew and fireworks went off in Jin’s mind. He could barely comprehend what was happening right now, even the voices were stunned. A solid second had passed when your clone pulled away from his mouth and gave him that same warm smile that you always gave him. 

Adrenaline shot through his body; it wasn’t butterflies in his stomach anymore, it was wasps all across his system. He didn’t have time to think before his body decided to move on its own, and Jin and the clone locked lips. They held onto each other so tightly, there wasn’t any room to breathe between them; the only time there was space was when they pulled back for a brief moment to gasp for air before pushing their faces back together. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he ran his hands down her back. He stopped at her belt, but he wanted to keep on going. “Y/N…I gotta go back to the others,” he said breathlessly.

“Then you better make this quick,” she whispered back, then kissed his neck. This sent Jin into overdrive.

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He was mildly disappointed that he couldn’t see your face, but the ecstasy overpowered everything. They both panted for air, and Jin looked down to watch all sorts of fluids leak out from your clone; sweat, blood, and both of their cum mixed together. “Ah shit…” his boxers were a mess, there was no way he could fix that.

You just had the best sex of your life, and you’re worried about your underwear?

Jin was still riding the high of his climax, he didn’t even care about his other personalities intruding his thoughts again. “You were…you were amazing…” he smiled wildly.

Right after he said that, however, he noticed a slightly downcast look in your clone’s eyes. A sudden spike of panic pervaded his sense of bliss, fearing he had done something wrong or hurt you. “H-hey, is everything alright?” 

Your clone looked up at him and gave him that oh-so familiar gentle smile that calmed his nerves slightly, but concern remained, nonetheless. “Y-yeah!” she replied, out of breath. “It's just… I honestly wanted to wait for this. I know I'm just a clone and all, but… I'm still me, y'know?”

Jin’s eyes went wide, and while he had felt great relief moments ago, intense guilt began to slip in. What was he doing? He loved you for so many months, yet this was how he showed it? By just using your clone? You deserved so much more respect. “I'm so sorry-- Let's do this again!” His alternate voices returned in response to the building stress. “Wait no-- Don't hold out on me!-- Sh-shut up!” 

Your clone, taking immediate notice of Jin’s turmoil, placed her hands on his shoulders. “Hey hey, Jin, look at me,” she stopped him, but still kept a comforting tone. “I do love you; I really do. Or at least, the real me does. Heh, you know I would never do this with anyone else.”

“Y/N…” he began, then tried to pull your clone off of himself. They both jolted and she nearly slipped from his sweaty arms, but he caught her just in time and set her on her feet.

Before Jin could recollect what he was about to say, which was becoming increasingly difficult as nagging voices filled his head, your clone patted him. “Everything you told me before this happened, make sure you tell the real me that.”

The man fervently nodded, body running and shaking on the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing.

“I just want you to know before you start panicking even more that I'm not mad, I promise. I'm just a copy after all. But... when you confess to Y/N how you really feel… please wait for her. Don't rush to this,” she explained. Jin found himself apologizing to her again and more avidly, but your clone quickly reassured him again. “It's going to be okay; I love you,” she insisted. “And I'm very glad I got to help you practice.” Finally, she cupped his face into her hands. “Promise me you’ll never let the real me down?”

In total awe of her forgiveness, Jin breathed, “I would do anything for you. I promise.”

Weak, wobbly, and sore after their regretted intimate moment, your clone waved a final goodbye before melting away.

At last, he was left standing alone in the bathroom, feeling a hurricane of joy, relief, exhaustion, guilt, and loss… and the realization that his crotch was still totally drenched. “SHIT!”

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I was originally planning to wrap everything up in part 2, but there was still so much content that I decided to make a part 3 so that it wouldn’t be overwhelming. This is already longer than I expected. Part 3 will mostly be conclusion!