dreamy, aren't you?

you go to question why your statement has him lighting up and buzzing with excitement, but he beats you to it,

"I just bought oranges!" the man beams. his eyes are slightly wide and swimming with happiness, which makes you smile,

"no way." you giggle

"yes!" he moves to the refrigerator, the slippers guarding his feet make a familiar shuffling sound as he walks. he pulls the door open, and lo and behold, there sits a large bowl of the orange fruit. "something told me, 'I should get some oranges. yn might be craving them', and like," he looks back and forth between you and the bowl, pleased and at a loss for words.

"I can't believe that, baby." you're also giggling in disbelief, moving to stand up and shuffle your way over to him as well. you don't hesitate to lean up and kiss him, bracing yourself on his strong arms as you lean up on your tip toes and peck at his lips, "you know me so well," another kiss "thank you.."

"you don't have to thank me," he sighs breathily, and he isn't surpised about the way you're still able to make him all shy and floaty, "um, have one," and he grabs the largest orange from the batch, which you take gratefully and share with your husband.

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"𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"

with a schedule like his, kento finds himself unable to stop at all. he's constantly buzzing around and always working, so much so that he's including your scoldings towards him as part of his daily schedule.

but right now, as he sits in a diffused room that smells of lysol and vapor rub, listening to your sick coughs echoing throughout— he's completely still and complacent.

a calloused hand pats at the top of your head, and you shiver, even before the sound of your husband's deep and silky voice reaches you, "you want an orange, my love?"

"please, kento?" he frowns at the sound of your scratchy tone, "it'll make me feel better."

"of course, dear," you brace yourself for the kiss he presses to your head before he stands up, "can you do me a favor? take a nap, sweetheart. try and sleep, and I'll get you everything you desire."

you feel too icky and exhausted to try to argue, so instead, you shut your eyes and doze off, which gives your husband enough time to rush to the store and collect the oranges he knows aren't in the refrigerator.

when you wake up, you blink your blurry vision away to see a pretty sight. your husband resting peacefully beside you on a wooden chair and a bowl of your favorite fruits, diced all prettily in a large glass bowl— including the already peeled oranges within it.

"thank you, kenny..." you whisper to yourself as you're only met with soft snores.

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"𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"

"no way, you too!? I thought I was the only one who felt that way!"

"kou..what do you..? what do you mean?" you're thoroughly confused as to what your husband was saying. he seems to be really excited and...confused about what you meant.

"okay, so just last Friday, I was talking to keiji over the phone, and he wouldn't believe me when I said that that day just felt so... pineapple-ish, ya know what I mean?"

you're afraid he's dead serious, and you don't have the heart to tell him that you in fact have no clue what he's talking about.

"honey, I mean like.." you smile as you gather the words, trying to explain, "I mean like I feel like an orange." maybe that wasn't the best way to put it. again.

"I know! although, personally, I feel a bit more like a pear today." oh..

"baby, I mean that as in 'I want an orange'" you're wheezing now. why was he so damn cute? dumb, but cute.

his face goes blank, and you swear there's nothing but dust behind his pretty golden eyes. "oh... so, you don't feel like the physical fruit? OH! OHhh, you mean you wanna actually HAVE an oran—"

"yes," you laugh in your hands, and the man laughs with you. you're both surprised at the spiel he had just went on.

"I thought you meant–"

"I know, kou" you sniff and sigh heavily, wiping a tear from your eye, "i know."

a long beat passes between you, in which you're both smiling stupidly at one another. that is until your husband breaks the silence again,

"might be a good time to tell you..." his words are shaky, teetering on a laugh, "we're out."

and the laughing between you two ensues one again.

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"𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"

"we've got some in the fridge..." ichigo trails off as he sees you, just after turning his head away from the TV. "oh, you've got it already"

you were in fact already holding an orange in your hand, so why did you tell him that you were craving it. why weren't you just.. eating it?

"somwthin' the matter?" he lifts a brow, observing your entire body. he's known you long enough to understand that you want something. your arms are by your side, but your face and eyes are almost pleading, like you're embarrassed and wishing that he'd just read your mind and give you what you want. he's always so observant when it comes to you.

"can you peel it for me?" your lower lip juts out as you ask, and you're smiling shyly all the same.

"you want me to peel it for you?" he scoffs, and you'd think he's being rude if he wasn't already reaching his hand out to take it from you. he strips the fruit of its skin and smiles as he does, "you're spoilt"

"mhm," you nod in agreement, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet, "your fault, by the way."

"yeah yeah," he rolls his eyes, outstretching his hand and handing you the fruit, "here, mama."

you bat your lashes playfully, looking down at his sitting form. you lean over, pressing your lips to his pale cheek and giving an over-dramatic hum and mwah! whilst wrapping your arms around his neck

"thank you, ichigo." you whisper, and your heart sputters as his chocolate brown eyes drift over to yours, half-lidded and staring deep into your own.

"mhm," he hums, "do you need anything else?"

a beat passes, and the man watches as you make your way past him to sit on the couch, immediately leaning into his side, "can I choose something to watch?"

he laughs, "yeah, of course."

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"𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"

any other time, kyojuro would run to get you whatever you want. having been married for 5 years, kyojuro has made it his priority to take care of you.

which is why he's conflicted when you request an orange whilst lying in the medical center, bruised and bandaged after a 4 day long mission to slay a demon a long way out.

"wh..an orange? darling, I've got to stay here—"

"kyo, please.." your voice comes out in a whisper, reaching out to grip his bright haori, "I just want an orange... and a pain killer."

your husband sighs, conflicted. on one hand, he wants to stay by your side and aid you, but then again... your request for an orange was part of that. "my heart, I'll..I'll go. please, stay still?"

"im not going anywhere, am i?" you giggle, eyes watching as he goes to stand and head out the door.

when he comes back, you're sitting and looking out the window. gentle hands give you the fruit, and you thank him with a soft voice.

"thank you, kyo," you begin to peel the orange, "but i'm fine, I sw— ow" you hiss

"what's the matter!?" kyo's eyes are wide and he jumps up.

"im okay, honey" you giggle, looking at him. "the juice is making my cuts sting. could you peel it for me..?"

a sigh of relief leaves his mouth, and he sits back down with a racing heart, "yes.. here, give it to me." and he takes the orange from your hand, peeling it in no time. you smile at him, resting a gentle hand on his knee, which wipes the stressed look from off his face.

"I worry, my heart.." he sighs, and he holds out a slice to you, to which you open your mouth the eat it, "you got hurt so bad.."

"but I have you now. I'm fine, kyojuro. you've taken good care of me," you lean over and kiss his cheek, making his eyes flutter shut.

"always, honey. now, here. eat up!" he grins.

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ALL STORIES BELONG TO ME!!

also, this is my second account because I think I was shadowbanned on my last one.

"as fun as you think this conversation is," you begin, having mercy on his foot and opening the door, "I just want to finish my nails and go to bed. please."

he snarls and looks into your room, then back at you. "something happened."

you shrug, "nothing bad. just not happy. don’t have to be happy all the time, no one knows that more than you.”

"you're upset, no matter what it was." his voice is softer now, and he takes a deep breath in before crossing his arms and blinking at you slowly. "you want some company?"

"no," you say flatly before moving to close the door. once again, his foot jams in the way.

"hang on," he says, grunting. "you... you shouldn't have to be upset and alone. been there, fuckin' blows."

"and why would you, the impenetrable bakugou katsuki care about me being upset?"

"well, for fuckin' one-" he gestures a hand around, "i smell fuckin' popcorn and nail polish and fuckin' sprinkle fart coming out of here, and it reeks."

you tuck your tongue in your cheek to hide your laughter.

"and two-" this time, his eyes meet up to you. He struggles briefly to find words, mouth opening and twitching as he struggles to find them. “I’ll… let you rant while you paint my nails.”

The both of you quirk your brows as if you don’t know where the words came from, but you decide this was better than having him lecture you about the importance of friendship or some shit.

“Bakugou,” you sing, and he grits his teeth. “Did you come over for me to paint your nails?”

He takes a deep inhale through his nose to calm down. “Sure did. If that will make you feel better.” He’s fuming. You’re finally starting to relish in this a little more.

You shrug, “who knows? Maybe it will?” You step to the side to let him in. “You wanna find out? Maybe it’ll get a stick out of your ass too.”

Bakugou snarls one more time at you before stepping into your room. “Smells like shit.”

“It’s acetone.”

“What’s that for?”

“Taking off nail polish.”

“But you don’t have nail polish on.”

“Not anymore; sit down bombshell, and give me your paws.”

And even though he kicked and screamed the whole time as you tore up his unkempt cuticles and cleaned them with the acetone, he was able to finally shut the hell up as you hook him up with a deep, solid red to match his eyes.

“How’d you get so good at this?” He asks.

“Don’t touch anything; and I’ve just been doing it a while.” Then you shrug, “and I’ve been painting Shinsou’s nails since he got here.”

“MINDREADER?!”

“He asked. You didn’t.”

“Never again. You go to me. Fuck him.”

You smirk, “you jealous?”

He doesn’t say a word. But from then on, it was just Katsuki coming to knock on your door every Tuesday, plopping on your floor and letting you paint his newly grown nails, be it in silence or you two talking about your thoughts.

"what do you want, dunce face?"

the tick in katsuki's brow grows prominent as kaminari leans against the doorframe, picking at his nails. this definitely wasn't how he had expected his lunch break to go. what he had hoped to be a peaceful evening, eating the food you cooked for him, whilst talking to you— turned into an inconvenience of having to talk to denki kaminari.

instead of staying home on his off day, the electric hero thought it'd be fun to stop by and annoy him (even dragging eijiro along, to which he unfortunately agreed to). he remembers what he said to you over the phone just a moment ago before he hung up: that if he didn't call back in the next 5 minutes, he was either busy, or his phone was dead. he didn't think the heads-up would be a reality, as denki was currently bullshitting at his office door.

"ah, y'know..." kaminari waves his hand "i just wanted to check up on ya! see how the hero life is and whatnot..." he lies through his teeth, obviously, being that he was a hero hinself.

katsuki grunts at the sight of his laid back grin, now thoroughly annoyed that his time was being wasted like this.

"denki." he huffs, attempting to stay calm

"hm?"

"why are you really here?" a fist grips at the door framein annoyance.

"the paps are here to see you."

you've gotta be kidding me, he thinks

"hah?? The goddamned paparazzi—!? why didn't ya start off with that!? I don't have time to talk to them right now—!" the blonde grits his teeth, only now just being able to faintly hear the loud chatter and flickering of cameras from outside his window. he starts to think, coming to the idea of just sending his assistant to deal with the matter...but she wasn't here, on the account of his insistence as he thought it wouldn't be a busy day at the industry,

"and there's no one else to deal with them?" he lifts a brow.

kaminari hums, smiling lazily whilst shrugging, "Well, eijiro is already outside, and he said he'd bring you. they were promised a dynamite, and they aren't leavin' 'till they've got'im"

katsuki glowers for a second and squeezes his eyes shut in frustration, saying nothing and moving his feet so he can head out the door and deal with the issue. he doesn't hesitate to bump shoulders with kaminari either, to which the blonde hero only smiles wide and raises his hand in defeat as katsuki leaves the office.

once out of sight, kanimari mutters to himself, "poor guy. the media just loves him."

he figures it's time to relax in the dynamite agency. probably sit back order something whilst the other two heroes deal with the press. and just as he goes to walk out, a thought hits him.

"you know, when's the next time I'm gonna be able to hang in bakugo's office?" aad he grins almost madly as he turns about, eyes darting around the large area. the skyline, the large windows, and the mini bar. what would be the harm in taking a small little peek? after all, they're both heroes, so nothing to hide, right?

and so denki gets right to it. raiding a mini fridge that was filled with small tv dinners and your favorite drinks. playing with the l.e.d lights that you had insisted would be good for katsuki's office, and oh, the rolling chair. probably the best part of the whole ordeal.

denki sighs in bliss as his spinning eventually comes to stop, and he thinks he should get a move on before katsuki comes back and gives him hell for getting too comfortable. and he goes to leave again. or at least, tried to.

but not being he sees it.

"bakugo's phone!?" he has to clamp a hand over his mouth and look around for hoe loud he had shouted. denki couldn't believe his eyes. it was bakugo's phone. unlocked. and he NEVER let's anyone touch his phone.

"oh man...I really shouldn't" kaminari bites his lip, tapping his finger nervously beside the device as his eyes practically bore into it— it's on the homescreen.

"he must've left it open when I knocked..." he hardly realizes it when he reaches to grab for the device, picking it up gently and with a shaky hand. as if he found a treasure.

"I've know bakugo for years... he wouldn't be mad at me, right?" kami grins, now completely out of his as he starts to go through it.

he clicks on a music app and sees that he has a Playlist for the both of you, which makes him coo with glee. next is the photo album, in which there's just a whole bunch of photos of the two of you doing the most random of things, but you're smiling in all of them. he goes to his YouTube, gasping in shock when his home page is nothing but cute cats and cooking tutorials.

to say he was having a blast would be an understatement.

he smiles, seemingly satisfied with findings. but there's always something that just keeps drawing him back,

my wife y/n

I'm going to assume you had to get back to work. just call me when your can, okay, my love? I love you, kats <33

15:47 pm

a text message from you.

the notification has him in surpise, and he's quick to slide the notif back up, the message being almost too precious for his eyes.

or at least, he tries to swipe it away, but instead CLICKS on it instead, and he can't help but feel his heart drop.

"oh no. oh no, no no no—" kaminari's eyes widen and a nervous smile plays on his features as his hands shake. he can't just leave the message on seen. he didn't want to get bakugo in trouble. but then again, it isn't his phone to use in the first place. he should just wait till katsuki comes back, right?

UGH, but then he'll be mad...

"maybe I could just..." his thumbs start typing away, which unbeknownst to him, is about to start a whirlwind of chaos.

back at home, you sat in the livingroom, binging a random show on the television as you fold the freshly done laundry. it was your day off from hero work, and you finally had time to relax and clean the house before katsuki got home, so he could also enjoy his upcoming break from working so hard at his agency.

you loved katsuki, with all your heart, and nothing would ever change that. though, with the way he was always working late, and not having enough time for you; it saddened you.

you didn't have time to be all lovey dovey with eachother anymore, or go on dates, or even kiss before he left for work. you were missing his love, even in its smallest of forms.

so when your phone buzzes with a text from your husband, you're immediately shying in on yourself and smiling in a way you haven't done in so long.

my love, katsuki

of course, my heart. you know I will. miss you ❤️

sent 13: 50 pm

now, maybe it was the shock of hearing such sweet words from your husband for the first time in about, ever, that left you oblivious to the fact that this may not be your man. but being so love-depraved left your heart beating so wildly that you were blinded completely.

you take your phone gingerly, lip wobbling in emotion as you read the message over and over again. your fingers start to type,

my wife y/n

oh, honey :(( I love you, bb. and I miss you so v v much.

please come back home so I can kiss you all over for being so sweet?

sent 13:50

my love, katsuki

of course, sugar. I always wanna come home to you <33

sent 13:52

you sigh breathily, leaning back against the couch. you felt like a school girl again, which was strange, considering he was your husband for the past 4 years. you were spirling down a tunnel of love.

denki, on the other hand, was feeling the complete opposite.

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no one dared to question the panicked screaming emitting from behind the door of dynamite's office.

denki ran laps, panicking as he reads the message that comes through the phone,

"oh no. oh my- this isn't good. this is not what I planned-!"

"that was WAY to sweet to be bakugo, what were you thinking!?" he smacks his forehead

"okay, kaminari, think. just send a small text, PUT THE PHONR DOWN, and y/n will just assume that bakugo is busy."

it's almost comical, the way he talks to himself. all he wanted was a little fun, and here he was pretending to be BAKUGO, and talking LOVE DOVEY to his WIFE.

not only was he panicked, but he also felt the guilt of doing what he was doing. he didn't mean anything by it, truly! there are zero feelings for you from denki, romantically. he just wasn't expecting it to get this far!

he feels as if he's about to cry as he types what he swears is his last message to you.

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my love, katsuki

of course, sugar. I won't keep you waiting.

sent 13:59 pm

you squeal to yourself, heart pounding rapidly in your chest.

"oh katsuki... can't wait till you get home." you sigh into the emptiness of your home, finishing the folding of your clothes. as you wait not so patiently for your husband.

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denki slams katsuki's phone on the table, before slamming his own head on the wall. repeatedly. that was complete and utter asinine. he doesn't even look up as he hears the door to the office open, revealing an annoyed katsuki who had just come back from answering questions from the press, and getting his picture taken from the paparazzi.

his brow furrows as he witnesses the electric hero banging his head against the wall, opting to not even address it as he snags his phone from off the table.

"m' goin home. stop putting a hole in my ways and get out of my agency. we're closin'."

"got it..." denki states weakly without even sparing a glance at the man. he hopes that his actions don't come back to bite him...

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"hey, babe, I'm h—"

"honey—!!"

the feeling katsuki gets when he feels you throw yourself at him is one that he can't really explain. it's between a mix of shock, awe, shyness, pride, comfort— too much for his already too tired brain to comprehend.

"oh.. hi, y/n." it's so cute how shy he sounds, face flushing and tummy fluttering with butterflies as you stare up at him with doe eyes, "you alright? what's with the greeting?"

"I just missed you, my love!" he takes in your softened cheeks and excited grin, though oddly confused as to why you were so...eager to see him.

"uh.."

"c'mon, love. let's get you upstairs to relax."

and he does just that. you drag your husband by the hand, run him a bath to take, lay out his night clothes, and heat his food up in the kitchen. it's piping hot when he comes downstairs, and he's following your lead when you pull him towards the chair. it's not until he feels your hands on his shoulders, massaging and digging deep into his freshly washed skin that he just has to ask,

"what's with the special treatment, hah? treatin me like royalty 'n crap— what's up, hm?"

"I just have to return the love, honey.." you mumble with your lips against his cheek, "afterall, you were the one being all sweet to me on the phone through our texts. it's been a while since you've called me such nice things, kat..."

this confuses him, and he cranks his head back to look at you, brows furrowed,

"what messages?"

you stop your ministrations on his shoulder, laughing softly. "while you were at work, silly. you called me your 'heart'. it was so romantic."

"my heart?" he's now fully tured around, voice gruff, "I don't remember... show me."

your eyes widen a bit, and you were starting to feel confused. did he, or did he not send you those messages today...? you pluck your phone from off the charger and quickly tapped the message icon, pulling up a chair next to katsuki to which he immediately leans his head over to look at the screen. in shock and confusion, he takes the device, scrolling through it.

"the hell!? I wasn't even there 'f that! I was dealin with paparazzi, 'n I didn't even have my ph-"

and it was at that moment that katsuki came to the realization that the only other person who could have had access to his phone, was denki kaminari.

"that yellow-headded freak." he brings his palm onto the table angrily, "gimme a second, babe." he grunts, the legs of the chair screeching on the kitchen floor as he pushes back from the table to stand up. you look on in confusion, following him a bit until the stair which he storms up to, shutting the door behind him.

it takes about 10 minutes of you listening to muffled yells and curses through the door of your shared bedroom before he comes back out again, face flushed from all the screaming and shaking his head from side to side in disappointment. he grumbles, pocketing his phone in his sweatpants before looking up to face you, greeted with a not too pleased look on your face.

"so...you gonna tell me what that was all about, katsuki?" you ask, brow lifted.

"yeah" he sighs, plopping back down at the table, "stupid dunce face was messin' with my phone while I was away. he's the one who sent ya all those messages, just tryna' be me— actin' stupid."

"no way..." you pout.

"tch, yes way. he's a damnned moron. besides, you should know I'd never say any sappy shit like that." he chuckles.

now that makes you pause. there's a heavy throb in your chest at the way he laughs, as if calling you the names you thought were sweet— were stupid, or embarrasing... what was wrong with them?

and you ask him just that, only with your face, and not your words.

the displeased expression on your face making his smile drop immediately.

"oh- oh, no, not like that, baby—"

"mhmm—" you purse your lips, nodding in understanding before turning around. "I'm going upstairs. goodnight, sugar."

"baby, hey— don't be like that." he stands to follow you, though you make it to the room before him, closing it behind you and in his face, "y/n..! dammit." he curses at his screw-up. there had to be a way to fix this...

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it's late. you're already in your own night clothes and tucked into bed, your side of the lamp still on as you fluff out your pillows. once you decide you're comfortable enough, you shut off your nightstand lamp, leaving you in the room all alone.

that is until a few minutes later, the dark room is filled with a thin ray of light, before it disappears just as fast. you stay quiet, eyes moving about rapidly as you hear katsuki shuffle into the bed beside you. you hear him sigh, and almost like clock work, lean in and kiss you on the temple. he usually pulls back and heads straight to bed, but you feel him stay, lips still pressed to your temple.

"im sorry, love... so so sorry. maybe- maybe I haven't been as in tune with my feelings as I should have been. you're my wife, and you deserve to be treated with the utmost care, honey." you hear him sigh, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, "in actuality... you are my sugar. and my heart. you're my everything. I realize...it's the things I don't say that cause these types of problems...and I'll change that."

"you're my love" he kisses your head

"my sweetheart" another kiss to the head

"my...sweetie poo" he doesn't kiss you again, only because he's too wrapped up in the way you giggle through the night, unable to pretend to sleep any longer.

"oh? you like that name? how does, 'my sweet sugar cake' sound?"

"now you're just being stupid, 'suki." you grin, turning around into his arms to which he gladly holds you, smile gracing his features. even in the dark, you can tell.

"it's not stupid, because it means something to you. I didn't mean to make it seem as if you weren't worthy of those...romantic nicknames denki was spewin'. cause ya are. and...I'll try 'n be more romantic next time... promise." katsuki leans in to peck your lips, "my heart? rest with me, please? we've got a vacation to look forward to, yeah?"

"yes, baby... and, I forgive you." you giggle, "let's get some sleep, pookie."

"ew... I see what you mean." he sighs, bringing your head to his chest, and you laugh against it.

"night, kat.. I love you."

"I love you more, sweetheart.'

feitanii ©

For example, just four days ago, you clearly needed a small jostle of playful affection, some playful attention, but you were so busy to ask and just let it go. But tetsuro knew better; he could see the way your breath would hitch when he’d make you laugh, or bring you food and gently rub your back. His touch seemed to jostle you; you just wouldn’t give in.

He’s fed up, and he’s gonna make you give in, he’s made that clear.

“Hey booger,” he hums, strolling in and hooking his chin over your typing shoulder. His eyes flick to the glass of water he poured you hours ago, seemingly untouched and sweating onto the coaster. “Have you taken a break yet?”

“Don’t need one.”

“Liar.”

“Do not start with me, Tetsuro,” you mumble, putting pressure on your temples. “I just need to bang this out and be done with it. I’ll be done in a few hours.”

He goes silent. And you pause your fingers before looking over your shoulder at him.

He’s not happy.

“Did you just sass me?”

He can practically hear your heartbeat pause in your little chest. Still looking at him, you shake your head. "Are you sure? Because, like, it feels like you sassed me."

He sees the cogs in your head turning. He sees the way you're trying to fight back your smirk.

"So you can figure out when I'm sick of you."

"Gonna make you real sick of me," he snarls, and just as he makes a threatening dart towards you, you shriek and dash away, abandoning your work and searching for a place to save yourself.

Because you know Kuroo is going to save your work. And tidy up the space, and book mark your page, all before making true on his promise and sprinting after you.

And like... you're never hard to find, and that's indicator #2 that you want this more than anything.

When he finds you on the opposite side of the bed (like, seriously? you have so much better than that in the arsenal), he just manhandles you onto the bed, your smacking palms and kicking feet doing little to deter him.

“Tetsu!” You squeal, writhing uselessly under his heavy grip. His hands only tighten as he shakes you playfully, back hitting against the pillows and mattress.

“You! Are! The best! Thing! In! My life!” He chants between words, ignoring your giggles and squirming. “Stop! Sabotaging! Yourself!”

"I can't help it!" You titter, trying to bat him away as best as you can given your pinned position. "I-I-I just want things done!"

"They'll get done!" He growls playfully. then, like an absolute asshole, he buries his face in your neck and fingers into your ribs, "fucks sake, when was the last time you peed, dawg? Huh? Maybe I should just make you do it now."

"NNNAAAAOOO!" You howl, so loud his own ears hurt, but he doesn't stop his fingers, nor the nibbling of your neck and ears that're light enough to tickle but some will definitely stain your skin.

OOF BUT THEN????BU-BUT-BUT T H E N???

He lets you get away.

For one second, he pretends that the knee to his gut hurts, and he's out of commission for the next three seconds, and it always gives you enough time to scurry away to another room.

He knows you're not going back to your work set up. You're at your own mercy when it comes to needing his playful side, and he hears you down the hall, giggling in anticipation as you try to hide.

"Gettin' too old for this shit," he chuckles to himself, then strutting down the hall to look for you.

he just. i just. i he. just he i.

you curse yourself for being here.

something told you that going out to "hang" with the baku-squad was a bad idea, and had you listened to that feeling, you wouldn't be in this predicament of fighting the urge to just up and leave. it made your skin crawl to feel so left out and odd amongst the group. everyone was conversing amongst themselves, jumping in with their own stories and experiences all while giggling and laughing happily.

now, there isn't anything wrong with that. they're your friends. you know that they're rowdy and energetic, boisterous and have a lot to say, so it was fine.

or at least it would be if you weren't getting cut off at every turn.

"—and it's absolutely sick! it's honestly so underated." denki spoke, rambling on about a new game he just bought and sharing his experience of playing it.

"why didn't you invite me to play!?" mina screeches, puffing out her cheeks playfully.

sero was next to speak, "we were just so amped! it's a good thing we got it when we did. there were only a few copies left of it in the shop."

of course, no one other than sero was able to relate concidering they're always playing together. well... except you, who was actually pretty knowledgeable on the topic and wanted nothing more than to talk about your own experiences about the game too.

"I played it a while back, too" you voice with a smile. you noticed how the energy seemed to shift a little as you spoke, hardly anyone was listening to you like they had been listening to eachother, it seemed, but you didn't want to assume the worst of your friends. afterall, they had been the ones to invite you. perhaps they just didn't hear you.

"it took me a little while to beat this one particular level, though—"

"hey, that gives me an idea!" you're cut off by mina, "we should all have a sleepover one day! denki, you've got extra controllers right? we should all play it!"

jiro pipes up from her spot beside denki, humming out a soft, "oh yeah, sure. I'll bring food."

you smile softly at the idea, opting to try and speak once more, "oh, how about I bring a few—"

"oh! I'll bring some movies too!" denki grins, taking a glance at mina, "it's gonna be so cool!"

"that sounds great!" kirishima chimes in, a wide grin on his face. his head whips around towards katsuki who sat beside you, and you feel yourself shrink at the following question,

"what about you, katsuki? you in?"

they didn't even consider you.

you spent all your time here, trying to converse with them, relate to them, have fun with them, only to get cut off at every turn and unable to get a word out.

your teeth gnaw at the inside of your cheek, playing with your decorated fingers under the table as you fiddle with your rings. you sink back into your seat, tuning out the rest of the conversation and shoving down the second-hand embarrassment of not being heard or noticed by your own "friends". you pretend like you never even tried to speak, wishing the world could just swallow you whole.

you chest tightens, and you huff out a low, shaky sigh as a way to suppress your emotions that feel like spilling out. coming here was pointless...

so, you spaced out. tuning everyone out and staying silent out of fear that you'd just fail again. you dont even register katsuki's answer until you hear collective groaning from the others,

"aww, why not bakugo?" kirishima asks with a disappointed pout

"cause i said so! I don't wanna go to your stupid sleep over." he grumbles, glancing off in a different direction, looking anywhere but his friends.

"what!? but it's gonna be fun—" denki chimes in, "we barely do stuff like this and we really want you around—"

"I have plans that day." he voices as his eyes stay glued in a different direction, and you notice that it's uncharacteristically calm for him.

kiri frowns, "we didn't even come up with a date yet—"

"when is it?" he cuts him off with a pointed look

"uh... saturd—"

"I'm booked" he grumbles

this causes an uproar of groans and pouts from the others, and you can only look on in confusion.

you wonder why he wouldn't go with them.

the commotion dies down, and a slight nudge to your leg pulls you out of your headspace and causes you to look at who did it. you're met with crimson eyes and a pretty scowl as you look at bakugo. of course, you think, nothing gets past him.

even thought his face is a bit pouty and seemingly disgruntled, you've known him long enough to know that he isn't really angry, and probably just has something on his mind that he wants to say.

"hm?" you respond, looking at him with a bored expression, "what up?"

" 'what's up? ' you were just about to speak, weren't you? what were you gonna say?" he voices, and you note that the others aren't even listening in. probably because he was speaking to you now.

you shrug, shaking your head, "it's nothing important. don't worry—"

"you said that you've played the game before." he deadpans with a slight scowl at your stubbornness, bringing up the old topic of videos games once more, "and you were gonna say somethin' bout how you've completed almost every level, yeah? and what else?"

you pause, thoroughly shocked at his response. there's no way he was actually paying that much attention to you. his gaze is heavy, but there's a very obvious and uncharacteristic air of patience within them, and the words come out naturally.

"I was just gonna say that...it was a pretty big accomplishment for me." you attempt to chuckle, though it comes out more as a soft breath of air that you're trying to pass as a laugh.

bakugo feels his brows pinch downward as you seem to be tuning everything out once more. but he's not dumb. he knows that you're feeling left out, and if it weren't for the fact that they were eating at a relatively relaxed and quiet place, he would have shouted at them for being so damn rude.

"y/n—"

"please, not right now, Kats. later." you whisper

his gaze burns into the side of your face, and only does it go way when your food arrives, and the conversation starts all over again.

you needed to get away. today was just too draining. too stressful. and so so, sad. you mentally slapped yourself for being so hurt over the fact that no one really seemed to like you. why should you care how they felt about you? you were stronger than that. more mature. you shouldn't feel so hurt. so why...?

you're quick to open the door to your dorm room, quickly shutting it behind you, and breathing out a sigh of relief at the fact that you can can finally settle down and wallow in your emotions. you press your forehead to the wood, hearing distinct and faded laughter just from down the hall.

"tch. stupid baku-squad." you grumble lowly, biting back your emotions.

"I hope you're not including me in your brooding."

"shi- what the, bakugo—!" you shriek, turning around with a large frown at the fact that he had not only snuck into your room, but also scared the crap out of you. "what, are you doing here?" you step towards him.

"why else would I be here?" he shrugs, but his voice is still as rough as it comes, "you said we'd talk later."

"not this..." you roll you eyes, stepping in front of your dresser which has a mirror placed on it. you begin to slip your rings off your fingers, placing them in a small jewelry box that laid to the side. "I already know what you're going to say, katsuki."

"do you now?" he looks at you through the mirror, standing up and striding closer to you, "so you know that I'm here to apologize?"

"yeah yeah, the same old, same old- wait what?" your brows furrow, turning to face him, shocked to see that he has quite the somber look on his face

"yeah... m'sorry, alright? I should've listened to you when you said going out wouldn't be a good idea. I don't know why they, or any one else in the class room treats you the way you do, but I should've listened. I'm mad at them myself for being so rude to you. I..." he sighs, but you don't let him say any more, walking up to him with a soft smile and an understanding tone.

"hey, it's fine... they're your friends, okay? don't be mad at them."

he fumes angrily, practically baring his teeth, "no. it's not 'okay'!" he shouts, "since day one everyones been treating you like garbage and it's not fair! it's one thing if people treat me like crap! but you!? it's...it's just wrong!"

you smile at his concern, shaking your head, "katsuki...I thank you for your concern, but...I'm fine. afterall, you still like me, don't you?"

his face flushes in a pink, growling, "don't say it like that, idiot! I don't like you!"

"mhm...thank you, katsuki." you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chin against his shoulder from behind. "you're sweet for caring, but at the end of the day, them liking me isn't going to make me a pro-hero, now is it? and fighting all my battles for me definitely won't help."

he grumble, resting a rough palm against your arm, "yeah yeah... I know. doesn't mean it's right. it doesn't make sense...you're so sweet and fair. at least to me."

you squeeze him tighter, "I know. I guess it's just me then...it doesn't matter though. at least you're there for me."

he sighs, leaning into you, "yeah...I always will be, you know?"

"I know..." you whisper, "are you gonna go back to your dorm. aizawa will have your head if he finds you here."

"I think I'll stay" he grumbles, pulling away and walking over to your bed, plopping down. you didn't even notice that he was already clad in his pajamas, snuggling into your covers and getting comfy without even asking. you chuckle, walking over and patting his exposed stomach, making him hitch and double over. you laugh as he reaches over, pulling you by the shirt and tugging you down onto the bed with him.

"hey, hey! katsuki, I'm wearing my outside clothes, c'mon !!" you groan, desperately trying to pull away from him.

"nuh uh. it's late anyway. you're sleeping right here." he grins, almost manically

you sigh heavily, relaxing into his arm in defeat. "fine... you're so old. it's only 8, you know? can't believe you're tired."

"yeah yeah, shut up." he mumbles, eyes already shutting, "we'll find something to do in the morning. just me and you, away from the rest of those idiots. sound good?"

you sigh, relaxing into him fully, "yeah...thanks Kats."

"yeah, no problem." he mutters, "do you...wanna talk about that game from earlier? I'm hear to listen."

you smile widely, "okay."

© feitanii

You walked down the boys hallway on the same level as your boyfriend’s dorm room. You walked right past his and went to the door next to his. You knocked on the door and waited. It was pretty late and you were sure he would give you hell for this, but it was necessary. You heard some shuffling and some angry muttering.

The door opened to reveal an angry looking blond boy taller than you. He was scowling shirtless with low hanging pyjama pants. “What?” He asked too tired to shout but also too tired not to be angry.

“Sorry to bother you Bakugou.” He scoffed with a disgusted look on his face. “But have you noticed that something is up with Eijiro?”

For a second you got no reaction. He just blinked at you, almost like he was processing what you said. “...Yes… why?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You let out a heavy breath as you looked off the side. “I’m just worried about him and I really want to know what’s up. Is he avoiding me? Is it school? I just want to help him.” You let out, worry clear in your voice.

Bakugou just stared down at you for a moment. You really were like Kirishima. Both worried too much for your own good. But at the same time, he liked that about the both of you. You were both selfless and caring and suited each other. Bakugou scratched his head. “Nah, it’s not you dipshit.” He yawned. “I don’t know what it is but you should talk to him about it. As far as I know, shitty haired idiot is still at the gym. So… find a way to catch him off guard and then talk to him… or some shit like that.” He told you, tiredly. Bakugou turned around to go back into his room.

“Thank you, Bakugou! You’re the best!” You cheered out gratefully.

The blond scoffed and looked back at you from the corner of his eye. His intense crimson eyes looked at you with a fire blazing behind them. “I know I am.” He shut the door in your face, leaving you alone in the corridor.

You thought up a plan to catch your boyfriend and corner him. You didn’t have much time considering he should be coming back from the showers to get back to bed. You used the spare key you had of each other’s rooms and entered his room. You were going to scare the living daylights out of him. You sat on his chair, folded your arms and waited in the darkness of his room.

Kirishima came up the elevator ten minutes later. He yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. Normally after a work out he would be bubbly and ready to go to bed feeling like he did his best, but right now he just wanted to collapse into bed. He didn’t feel good at all and it’s been happening more and more recently. He was worried he was falling back into his depressive state again, but that hadn’t happened in a while. He was sure he was getting better. But then he realised the problem. It was him. Not his mind but his body. He wasn’t what he wanted to be anymore.

He rubbed his wet hair with his towel again. He had taken a shower after gyming luckily. His muscles more relaxed now. He dug in his pocket for his key and unlocked his door. He switched on the lights and closed the door. He leaned his head against his door sighing out heavily. He just wanted to sleep.

“Hello Eijiro.”

The skin on the side of his face hardened slightly at the sudden voice. He looked up at the ceiling confused. “God?” He asked, confused.

You chuckled. Your boyfriend was too cute. “No, Eijiro.”

He hesitated. “Devil?” He asked a bit more nervous.

“No.”

…

His eyebrows furrowed. His face scrunched up in confusion. “Higher being that isn’t God?”

“Eijiro turn around.”

Kirishima turned around and saw you sitting there in his cushioned chair. Your arms folded and your legs crossed. He chuckled at the past few seconds and threw his towel around his neck. “Hey babe!” He greeted. He was glad he could see you before he went to bed. He was planning on maybe calling you for a minute or two to say good night, but this was way better. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I know.” You said with a stoic expression. That made Kirishima feel nervous. Normally you were very expressive and very happy to see him. So what could have happened for you to look at him like that? “Tell me, Eiji… what’s wrong?”

Your boyfriend blinked at you with those big red eyes of his. He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “What do you mean, babe?” He asked you.

“You haven’t been eating like you normally have been.” You listed first on your fingers. He stiffened at the mention of his eating habits. He was hoping you wouldn’t find out about that. “You won’t let me work out with you, or anyone for that matter. You haven’t taken your shirt off in days unless it's with your hero costume and your eyes…” You hesitated. Your shoulders lowered as you looked up at your boyfriend. You got up from the seat and made your way towards him. He didn’t look at you as he tried his best to keep it all together. He didn’t want you to find out like this. He didn’t want you to see him when he wasn’t at his best.

The pillar of strength he was, the strong standing mountain that no one could seem to shake, seemed to feel smaller than an ant hill.

“Baby…” You let out in a low voice. You were frowning up at him, so worried about him. You directed his attention back to you, looking into his ruby red eyes. The big red ruby eyes you grew to love so much. They were almost duller than usual. Not as bright or as clear as they normally were. “Your eyes aren’t as bright as they normally are, darling.” Kirishima didn’t say anything. You let out a sigh as you looked down. “I don’t know what’s going on… but I do know you can’t fight this battle alone, baby. Let me help you. I want to help you, but I can’t if you won’t let me in.”

Kirishima was silent for a moment. Then you heard a sniff. You looked up at him worried. Tears were in his eyes, threatening to spill out. He gently pushed you away from him, giving him space. Then he threw his towel to the side. He moved his hands to grip the hem of his shirt. He hesitated. He seemed almost scared to do it, despite you having seen him done it close to a hundred times before. Closing his eyes tightly he threw his shirt off. “There.” He let out, almost in pain. “This is what’s wrong.”

You stared at your boyfriend, very confused. You looked him over once and then looked back up at him. “I don’t see it.”

Kiri opened his eyes and frowned. He brought his hands to his sides. “This.” He pinched at himself. He went to his stomach, showed you his back and around his waist. “This and this. All of this!” He told you frustrated.

You looked him over again. That’s when it hit you. You hadn’t noticed the light marks almost like tiger stripes but they were there. And the extra little pludge of body mass around him. You slumped to the side with a soft smile. You looked back up at the redhead. You carefully placed your hands on either side of his waist. “Baby… are you talking about your body? Your stretch marks?” You asked him softly. He sniffed as his jaw vibrated as he held back a cry. He nodded his head. For the first time in a long time he felt like he was cracking. “Aww baby, don’t cry.” You wrapped your arms around him, tightly. Your soft words and even warmer and softer touches didn’t help Kirishima from stopping. He slumped down against you. Tears slipped from his eyes as he tried to fight back a sob. You let him just lean on you (despite you feeling like you were going to be crushed to death). You knew he needed you right now, and that’s all you needed to show him.

You guided him over to his bed and pushed him down. Kiri laid down in front of you. He couldn’t bear to look at you while he was practically exposed to you like this. You placed a hand on his tanned abdomen. This made him tense up underneath you. You had placed your hand the one place he wasn’t happy about. “Eijiro…” You let out softly. “This is natural darling. You knew that with the type of hero work and the type of hero you are going to be, you would need to gain a bit more mass. Your body is just accommodating that by stretching a bit more. It isn’t a bad thing.” You reminded him.

“I know.” He let out softly. He sniffed and covered his eyes with his hands. “But it makes my body look weird. I don’t look as pretty and sculpted like Katsuki or Shoto. Or I don't look lean and strong like Midoriya or Iida. It’s unfair.” He let out with deep sadness in his voice. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

You carefully straddled his lap and looked down at him. “Eiji… earth to Eiji.” You sang out cutely. You went to grasp his wrists and gently tug them away from his eyes. When you had done so successfully you saw his eyes were red and he looked so vulnerable under you.

Before there was any boulder,

an unbreakable rock that couldn’t be scratched

There was a boy with big beautiful eyes and a broken heart.

He wanted to be an angel. To be anyone else.

To fly far away and be a star in the sky

“Eijiro you can not compare your body to Katsuki or Midoriya because they fight differently than you. They’re bodies can’t do the things you do. Look at Sato and Tetsutetsu. They have similar body types to you because they do the same things you do… more or less. You have to be a strongman, to be the best hero you need to be, and that means gaining some more and stretching out a bit.” You bent down and kissed his nose. He didn’t seem to totally believe you but he nodded, his eyes looking away from you. You could tell he wasn’t totally convinced. “Baby listen to me…” You put your hands to his cheeks. He looked up at you, all his attention on you. “I want you to repeat after me, okay?” You asked him.

He took in a deep breath but nodded. “Okay.”

“Alright.” You kissed his nose. “Now repeat. I am special.”

He hesitated. You had asked him to repeat after you but with the way things seemed to be heading he didn’t think he wanted to. “I am special.”

“I am pretty.” You kissed his neck, next.

He closed his eyes tight, almost fighting with your words. “I…I am pretty.”

You placed both your hands on his chest as you kissed right in the middle of his chest. “I am unique.”

“I am unique.”

“I am different.”

“I am different.”

“I.” You kissed his stomach which made him tense up. You could feel him practically shaking a bit under your grasp. “Am.” You reached up and held his hands as you kissed along his stomach, kissing every little stretch mark you could see. “Beautiful.” He hiccuped as he bit his lip. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly, tears lining his eyelashes. “Come on, Eijiro. You can say it.” You encouraged him softly. He shook his head, not wanting to. It felt like something was clogged in his throat and he couldn’t begin to even try and let it out. “You are beautiful, Eijiro.” You assured him softly. “So beautiful. You’re so strong, I know you can say it.”

“I am… I am beautiful.” He let out, almost strained.

You smiled widely. “Good job baby.” You praised him. You went up and wrapped your arms around him. Making sure he felt safe in your arms. His breaths were racing and his grip on you was tight. “Good job, I am so proud of you, my beautiful big strong manly star . You did amazing. You are so strong and so brave, Eijiro.” You praised him. Kirishima hid his face in your chest as he held onto you. He released a sigh of relief. His muscles relaxed as he finally could calm down. You brought a hand through his hair, trying to get him to relax more. You could tell that what you both just did used up the last of his energy. “We’re going to do this everyday so it gets into your big thick skull, okay?” He nodded his head. You kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back in circles. “Good.” You state. It was silent for a moment, till you decided to hum. You weren’t the best singer in the world but you knew Kiri loved it whenever you did hum for him.

Before there was any boulder,

an unbreakable rock that couldn’t be scratched

There was a boy with big beautiful eyes and a broken heart.

He wanted to be an angel. To be anyone else.

To fly far away and be a star in the sky

Yet despite his aching heart and his dark thoughts

There was a boy with big beautiful eyes and a big smile

He wanted to be an angel. To be anyone else.

To fly far away and be a star in the sky

But unbeknownst to the boy

Everyone can see

How he rose up from the ashes

With wings so bright and big

He was a shooting star in the night sky.

A star with angel wings.

“Hey… darling…” You heard your boyfriend say in a hushed voice.

“Hm?”

He was quiet for another moment. He looked up at you, his pupils were wide as they locked onto yours. His eyes didn’t seem as dull anymore. He looked like he was sure about something. He just stared at you for awhile. Then he said something you didn’t expect to come out of his mouth so soon.

“I love you.”

You tensed. That was the first time he had ever said it in full. All eight letters. All three words.

You smiled down at him and closed your eyes as tears came. You placed a kiss on his forehead as you gripped him tightly. “I love you.” You meant it. You honestly did, with every fibre of your being. He meant the world to you and more and you couldn’t help it. You loved him so much it hurt.

“Can you stay for the night?”

You hesitated. “Kiri… you know the rules…” You let out. “What if Mr Aizawa finds out?”

“Please?” He asked you “Just till I fall asleep?” He still sounded so vulnerable to you. When he sounded so soft like this, you couldn’t say no. It was worth the detention and the lecture. You would have to make Mr Aizawa understand if he did find out.

You nodded your head and rubbed his back. “Alright.” You moved the blankets to cover the both of you. “Alright.” You kept your arms around you as you saw him close his eyes. His breaths seemed to become deeper and longer and he seemed to actually be relaxed. You had thought he had gone to sleep.

“Hey baby?”

“Yes, Eiji?”

“I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too, Eiji.”

-Glitch1d