A week devoted to the tail boy we all love!

I don’t care how long ago @ojiroweek was. I’m doing all the prompts and you can’t stop me (and yeah, I missed his birthday by almost a week. I still feel terrible about it orz).

Pairing: Ojiro/Shinsou

Summary:  There’s not much need or desire for an elaborate birthday ruse orchestrated by his friend, but Ojiro can roll with it. If it makes Hagakure happy, then it makes Ojiro happy, too.

AO3 Link: HERE

“Okay, okay! Just take my hand and follow my lead. And don’t you dare peek!”

Ojiro chuckles as soft fingers interlace with his, “Hagakure, you put two blindfolds on me. There’s no way I can see out of these.”

“Yeah, that’s a precaution,” Hagakure replies and tugs at Ojiro’s arm, her steps impatient. “This is supposed to be a surprise. I don’t want it spoiled!”

Ojiro laughs again but complies with Hagakure’s demands, “You got it, ma'am. I’ll even keep my eyes closed.”

“Good!” Hagakure exclaims and continues to lead him down the hall. She stops when they presumably reach the elevator, and Ojiro can hear her bouncing up and down against the carpeted floor, her clothes shuffling. A soft, excited hum soon escapes her as the elevator climbs up the dorm complex, and Ojiro smiles at her unbounded enthusiasm. He suspects she might even trump his joy with this whole surprise birthday party. And he’s the actual birthday boy.

His birthday landed on a Monday this year, so he spent most of the day in class and training. Not like it was a bad thing: Kaminari offered to buy him lunch and Hagakure made cookies for their whole table to share. They were his favorite, too: cinnamon chip snickerdoodles. And he’d spent the weekend with his parents back home. They had gifted him with a few new outfits and a bright red running watch that could monitor his heart rate and the intensity of his workout regimes. For Ojiro, his birthday was already great. There’s not much need or desire for an elaborate birthday ruse orchestrated by his friend, but Ojiro can roll with it. If it makes Hagakure happy, then it makes Ojiro happy, too.

This is for @ojiroweek! I’m terribly late but I plan on doing all the prompts, so - have fun with this I guess!

Pairing: (Slight) Ojiro/Shinsou

Summary: Ojiro likes to think of himself as a chrysanthemum, waiting for the final days of summer to wane.

AO3 Link: HERE

Chrysanthemums calm Ojiro.

It’s deeply satisfying to have come so far, to have reached the top hero track of all Japan. That satisfaction fills his core, warms his fingertips. Makes every grueling hour of training and preparation a touch more bearable. Heroism is any boy’s ideal lifestyle, but it grinds at Ojiro’s bones and exhausts his muscles. By the end of each day, his heart slumps beneath his chest and Ojiro needs a breather. Something to restore him, to strengthen his resolve.

That restoration, that peace Ojiro seeks - he finds it in the smooth, vibrant petals of the chrysanthemum. Perhaps it’s their longevity and earthy fragrance that consoles and reminds him of his purpose. While other flowers flourish in the spring, the chrysanthemum continues on as a bud, patient and unfazed by the colorful gardens blooming without it. But as autumn arrives and roses wilt, the chrysanthemum blossoms: symbols of adversity or love, of honesty and joy - they persevere well into the end of December, their bright pinks or deep oranges undeterred by the glossy chill blanketing Japan’s concrete roads.

Ojiro likes to think of himself as a chrysanthemum, waiting for the final days of summer to wane. He knows he’s not exceptionally noticeable - not in the way many of his classmates are. Where they’re eccentric and loud or callous and aloof, Ojiro is proper and kind, calm and easygoing. Some may mistake that for complacency, that such a boy accepts his average lot in life. And many have underestimated Ojiro before, taking his guileless smiles and gracious heart as signs of weakness. Where they can shove him aside and bloom in his stead.

His body tells another story, however. Muscles carved by a flurry of endless kicks, jabs, and swipes. Stamina built through years of laps around his favorite park, despite blistering heat or pouring rain. Ojiro hones his skills, his mind, his body - all to bloom when he’s ready. When his patience and adamant pride pay off, and he claims the seeds of his labor. Instead of a vacant meadow - instead of whispers of simplicity or plainness tugging at his back, nipping at his ears - vivid reds and golds would spurt forth, unveiling the height of his potential. What all had failed to see.

The chrysanthemum reminds him of this - that patience is essential, that his training can manifest into something worthwhile.