Diesel:3

Hey there! I’m Diesel, yes that’s actually my real name.

Requests are always open, and I appreciate them so much! Don’t be afraid to share any ideas or suggestions with me, I’m not one to judge.

w/ sae, chigiri + nagi there will most likely be a part 2 with some other characters soon

ITOSHI SAE

He met you at a nightclub in Madrid. You'd been taking a vacation with your group of friends at the time, living your best nights on the dance floor with a fruity drink in hand, maybe even a new fling. Sae had been perched on a stool at the bar, engaged in more tedious business talk with his manager who just would not buzz off. He hadn't even gotten to order his favourite mix yet before the topic of next month's plays was brought up. Ughhhh, what a draaaag...

Resting his head in the curve of his palm, Sae let his unspirited eyes wander to and fro, one end of the large space to the other multiple times whilst trying to block out the relentless yelling in his ear oh so desperate to overpower the booming music. That is, until the sparkling glitter pieces dabbed upon your cheekbones reflected the colour changing light from above and caused a subtle glint to appear in the corner of his view.

The midfielder's fading glare was totally fixated on your devilish smile after he'd caught it, the dark lipstick and matching eyeshadow you wore expertly enhancing your features. There seemed to be this rather sinful aura about you, and it only served to make taking his eyes off of you that much more difficult. Brows raised and indicating his piqued interest, he savoured the sight of your hips swaying to the beat. You were truly addicting to watch, spellbinding.

The only time he tore his gaze from you that night was when a plan began to form inside of his head, a particularly smart one on his part.

"That's why its imperative that we—" his manager continued to ramble on, only for Sae to rudely interrupt.

"Yes, yes. Davidi, why don't you shut your mouth with a glass? Take your pick." the midfielder offered with a passive-aggressive and tight lipped smile, stared him down whilst patting a hand on the counter to gain attention from a bartender.

"Wh-What? Sae—!" Davidi visibly panicked and clutched at the younger man's crisp shirt, not able to blurt out an answer in time.

"Good choice. Whisky en las rocas." Sae blatantly ignored his manager to stand and lean into the hearing ability of the bartender whilst slipping some money over, immediately opting to search for you in the crowd once again rather than deal with Davidi's incessant whining. A few seconds after the midfielder secured your location within the sea of dancing bodies, he felt an expectant tap on his shoulder.

Swiftly spinning on his heel and gratefully retrieving the hard drink he'd ordered, he breathed a mischievous giggle through his nose. "Drink up." Sae sweetly demanded the businessman fretting beside him, temporarily wrapping an arm around his shoulder to steady the man as he forcefully tips the whisky past his manager's lips.

When the midfielder looked up, you were already waiting for him a few meters away with a delectably debauched gaze peeking through your messy hair, swirling around for him in such a tight, sexy dress. It's as if your entire existence was just pulling him in by a thread... what were you? Some kind of succubus? Finally, the eager man sauntered behind your mesmerising body, laying a gentle hand upon your waist to sync your movements with his own.

A long while of dirty dancing and light caresses flew by much too quick than he had appreciated. Neither you or Sae had spoken a single word the entire night, nor was that necessary. A simple grin or a mere squeeze of each other's hand was enough to suffice.

However, a few words were spoken the following morning beneath the smooth man's sheets. Most of them just expressing your surprise when it turned out that not a single drop of alcohol had entered your bodies the night before. The remaining words, though, went a little something like this:

"Would it be weird to get your number?" you smiled adorably whilst twiddling the midfielder's baby hairs between your fingers.

Sae blew out an overwhelmed sigh, cheeks puffed with a restrained chuckle and his unreadable irises glued to the ceiling.

"M' pretty sure you've got more than just my number..."

CHIGIRI HYOMA

He met you at a local convenience store. Good shampoo is an absolute necessity for a guy like him, it looked like you shared that trait.

Which one smells best... you wondered as you stood before an array of hair products, planting your chin between your fingers, deep in thought. So deep in thought, that you failed to register the luscious mane of vivid burgundy in your peripheral vision.

"Coconut and apricot, tea tree and mint..." you mumbled the scents of each bottle as you scanned them, words slightly muffled due to your fingers squishing your lips together. Chigiri thought it was quite entertaining, even he's not that bothered by the scent of his shampoo. Suddenly, the red-head broke himself out of his stalker-ish trance in fear of looking like a creep, even though an attractive smile stayed on his face whilst he reached for his favourite bottle. Although, it didn't stay for long after he'd heard you cheerfully decide: "Oh! Raspberry sorbet!"

You'd gone to grab the bottle much quicker than he did, so his soft palm ended up laying over your knuckles. Well, fuck... Chigiri thought as you swiftly peered into his pretty eyes, studying each other for a short moment. "I-I'm sorry, I'll just grab the one behind it." he stuttered bashfully, hastily removing his hand from yours. He mentally slapped himself when he actually began to miss the warmth of your fingers against his.

"Heh, my fault. I kinda zoned out." timid, you felt the need explain yourself when the shampoo was finally in your grasp. Chigiri leaned forward from his place next to you, the close proximity apparently enough to turn your fingers into sticks of butter. A hushed "shit!" and a loud clatter upon the tiled floor had the left-winger chuckling tiredly before he crouched down to retrieve the bottle.

The laughing boy's teeth glinted underneath the fluorescent lighting of the store once he angled his head to look at you from his lowered position. "My god, this is so awkward." a lighthearted grimace pulled at his plump lips and you nodded in agreement, matching his attitude. So gorgeous, you doted whilst taking in the view beneath you. Before you could stop yourself, you were fixing a few silky red tufts of his hair that poked out in odd directions, and Chigiri didn't stop you. His stunned silence brought you back down to earth soon enough, though you still remained quiet.

"Do you... live close by here?" the pretty boy asked you hesitantly, to which you answered with yet another worried nod. Chigiri smirked and stood up, clearly amused. "Can I walk you home?"

NAGI SEISHIRO

He met you at an electronics store... he was in need of a new phone charger. Reo was in the store too, actually! Searching for said phone charger. It's just, uh... Nagi didn't know where he was.

"Reo." he called out expectantly, waiting for his best friend to reply whilst his sleepy eyes remained stuck to the back of a console game case. Deciding that the game in his hand wasn't particularly his cup of coffee, Nagi moved slowly to replace it with yet another case, still completely unaware of Reo's absence.

"...Reo." he repeated himself, the exact same tone and volume of voice.

Mm, that one wasn't really his cup of coffee either. Again, Nagi switches the game case clutched in his hand and instinctively called for his friend for the third time. Meanwhile, you were watching quietly from behind a shelf at the end of the aisle, a puzzled frown contorting your face. Maybe he needs help? you surmised before hesitantly making your way over to the taller guy who seemed to be oblivious to your approaching footsteps. As you got closer to him, the more attractive he became!?

Jumping once the boy reached out an arm to place something on the shelf, you rapidly fussed about with your work uniform whilst you had the chance, suddenly worried about your appearance at such a random time.

Nope, Nagi sighed inside of his preoccupied head, simultaneously saying Reo's name. Definitely not his-- oh, now that's his cup of coffee. Possibly the most sweetest, energising coffee he's ever tasted. Intrigued by your presence, the tired right-winger directed his gaze to your awkward self. Of course, he caught you. A wild heat blazed beneath the skin of your cheeks at your own behaviour, prompting you to blurt out your practiced lines for the day in an attempt to move on. "C-Can I help you with anything, uhm, sir?"

"Have you seen Reo?" the boy before you asked with a large hand carding through his white, ruffled locks. Nagi holds an oddly comfortable moment of eye contact with you, both of you accidentally losing yourselves in a pleasurable trance for a bit. A faint blush appeared upon the pale bridge of his nose at the growing confusion on your face. "Uhh... big. Flirty. Purple hair-"

The right-winger thoroughly enjoyed the way your expression lit up when you realised you knew who he was talking about. He even thought you were more fun to watch than his favourite anime series. Very pretty, he mused.

"Uh— oh! Yeah, I saw a flirty purple-haired guy!" you exclaimed, a joyful giggle evoking a small, handsome smile to pull on Nagi's lips. "Your 'Reo' is over that way, b-by the phone accessories. He asked for my number but I said no, heh..." was the last thing you would've said to him.

Exhaling heavily, he pulled a dying phone from the pocket of his jacket. One percent. There was another question burning within his mind once you'd waved goodbye and accepted the fact that a boy as pretty as he was could've done better than a stuttering, weird girl working in an electronics store.

But then, you were gently pulled back by the wrist.

A cute, shocked face from you had Nagi threatening to nibble at his fingertips as he stood there holding your limp arm. "I wanna use my last one percent to get your number instead." the boy waved his smartphone in front of you, unaware of another's presence beside him as you accepted his offer.

"Hey! Wait what—?" Reo tilted his head at the boxed charger in his arms before whipping it upright, slightly offended.

Part 2 of mechanic!Bakugo is posted!

hehehe cute, kaeya calls reader “m’lady”

Diluc

Today's events have really pushed your body to it's limits, you think to yourself whilst attempting to raise both of your arms above your head, unable to keep them in the air for no longer than a few seconds before they flop over one side of the bathtub. You're so exhausted that, if you hadn't have just used the last of your upper body strength to control their fall, your arms probably would've snapped in half. You definitely can't muster the energy to wash your hair, you'll have to skip it. However, you skipped it yesterday too. Greasy hair isn't as bad as broken arms but it sure isn't pleasant... Seeing as you're sat facing one side of the tub, you lean forward, propping your elbows up so that your nodding head can rest on the heels of your palms. Closing your heavy eyelids and preparing your throat with a cute *ahem*, you call out your partner's name.

“Diluc?”

After waiting a few seconds for him to pause whatever he's doing, you listen out for the simple reply he always has for you in response to his name.

“...Yeahhhh?” he drawls from the other room as if to actually ask "what now?", the sound faint due to the closed bathroom door but it still reaches you. The amused smile barely managing to tug on the corners of your lips widens upon hearing his voice laced with suspense.

“I need help—” your voice wobbles nearing the end of your short statement, growing much too quiet for Diluc to catch the last word. Luckily though, the attentive redhead still arrives at the door after almost breaking out into a jog along the way. You find it rather cute how he politely asks if he can come in, respectful of your privacy. You manage to hum a noise that grants him permission and soon enough the man is already sat on the lid of the toilet seat.

“Are you alright?” your partner asks softly with a tilt of his head, slightly concerned by the way your face is smushed into your hands. The sigh that leaves your lungs urges him to somehow elegantly crouch in front of you, knees leant against the tub to keep himself steady as he bunches the sleeves of his shirt up around his forearms. You melt internally when his careful touch can be felt closing around your wrists to slowly pry them away, and even though it's wringing you of energy like a wet flannel, you keep your head up for him. Although it does unintentionally start to loll over to the side, causing your lashes to flutter along with it.

Gently pulling in your upper half before it topples over, Diluc nearly whispers a panicked “okay— alright,” and drops to his knees to make sure he won't lose his grip on your limp arms.

“Need to wash my hair...” you finally murmur as he's grasping both of your wrists with one hand to unplug the drain with the other. A grunt comes straight from his throat, causing your eyes to open out of curiosity, and you see him struggle but eventually succeed to retrieve the shower head from his place on the floor. Actually, it's pretty impressive how he can even reach that far.

“Mmph,” his broad chest is almost against your face when he bends forward to turn on the shower whilst simultaneously pointing it away from you so you aren't met with a sudden splash of hot water. You would probably giggle at his constant awareness of your presence if you could. After he's done setting everything up, he nudges your head forward with the back of his hand and presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

“I'll wash your hair, my love.” Diluc assures you lowly. “Oh, and if you bathe any longer than this the next time, it's possible you'll suddenly become a prune.”

Ayato

You’ve been soaking in your bath for around an hour now, skin on the brink of shrivelling up, except for on your hands. Sighing, you peer down at the matching bandages wrapped around your palms and fingers, it is such a pain having to keep them above the water. You wish you’d been more careful today, defeating hillichurls is practically child’s play to you, but nobody ever said they’re not dangerous anymore. You overestimated your skill, and now you can’t even wash your hair, how pathetic. The beautifully detailed screen placed to block the entrance stands out as your eyes wander around the room, most likely reminding you that you’re in need of help.

“Ayato.” you almost state his name rather than call it for his attention, your voice strained and monotonous.

“Yes?” his smooth, curious tone brings on teardrops that begin to blur your vision.

“I need you to wash my hair.” you confess meekly, words wobbling due to the emotion you’re forcing down your constricting throat. Ayato clicks his tongue in mild annoyance but he still drops everything for you, sauntering over and carefully placing the screen aside.

“Can you not do it yourself?” He complains with a slight whininess as he leans in the doorway. Though, everything is silent once he clocks the way you’re staring at your apparently injured hands hanging over the tub. “When was this?” he circles a pointed finger at your treated wounds after coming to a stand in front of your bare form.

“I’m so pathetic, can’t even take a bath…” sniffling, you bring your forearm up to rid of any free tears rolling down your cheeks. But Ayato beats you to it, swiping his thumbs over each side of your face so gently, now comfortably perched on the side of the bath.

“Now, now. I can’t imagine you knew this would happen, no?” He takes one of your hands to hold it in his lap, keeping the other one on your face. You shake your head, swallowing hard. “No.” he shakes his head with you, “It was a tiny, foolish mistake. Even I can make those every once in a while, for example, I miscalculated the number of steps I had to take whilst roaming around the city this morning.”

You giggle quietly, Ayato’s face lighting up at how your shoulders shake. “So you tripped?”

He smirks from above your lowered head and removes both of his hands from you to retrieve a useful cup that you use to wet your hair normally. “Essentially, yes.” though you can’t see his smile, you know it’s there just by the sound of his voice. You’re still chuckling to yourself when he tips your head back and pours warm water over you. “Quiet, you sadistic little fiend…” he lovingly scolds you whilst smoothing all of your hair back with his palm, making sure to lightly push your forehead.

“What imbecile would prefer to use shampoo with their hands in such a condition anyway? It stings.” Ayato comments, gently combing the sweet smelling lather through your locks and you scoff playfully.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t catch that first part.”

Kaeya

You’re bored. You’re in the bath, and you’re bored. With the bathroom door open, you can hear every piece of your sweet cavalry captain’s paperwork being signed and sorted into the corresponding piles by the man himself. Every shift in position he takes in his desk chair, clothes rustling and whatnot. After a long second or two to think, you try summoning his presence.

“Kaeya, could you come here for a sec?” you ask softly, a sickeningly sweet tone to your voice. You’re aware of how stuck up and spoilt you just sounded, and he is too, judging by the disbelieving, breathy laugh he exhales on the way to the bathroom.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of being called upon, m'lady?” Kaeya smiles along with you, both of you faking a grin for so long that they start to become genuine.

“Will you wash my hair for me? My arms ache from so much training today.” You lie expertly, though the man has never been one to go without a doubt. But still, you can hope!

The captain takes a few steps forward to situate himself in front of you, his height rather intimidating when you’re sat below him. “And why would I believe something like that, especially from one of our strongest?” he hardly plays along with your excuse, but you can see there’s still something to work with here. You appear to be deep in thought for a moment, and Kaeya keeps quiet as you evidently struggle to find another excuse. You peer up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you can make, but he just raises his brows in response. How annoying. Fine then.

“… Because you love me?”

“I do, however your love isn’t something I’m actively searching for, considering all of it lies in my possession already.” He explains whilst his lower thighs lean into the side of the bathtub so that he can playfully loom over you. Sigh, you already know what he wants from you. “Come on. Oh! So your arms aren’t that bad, then?” the captain presses and catches you out after you station a hold on his wrists to pry his hands from the tub, causing you to frown childishly and swiftly cross your arms.

“Mm.”

“Hmmmm?” Kaeya hums back at you, hands on his hips and face in front of yours. Gosh, he’s so proud. You’d love to take him down a size, dethrone him and destroy his castle of irritating righteousness. But then again… oh fine.

“Please.” you mutter begrudgingly as if you’re admitting to something. You should expect not to get off that easily though, with Kaeya being Kaeya, of course he’s bound to rub it in. Your crippling submission that is. Your eyes coincidentally find the water rippling around your touch particularly interesting, sight glued to the swirling of your finger drawing shapes along the surface. You’re expecting a cheeky “what’s that?”, but it never comes. Instead, the captain gently lays you down into the warmth and mindfully pushes any stray hairs away from your face, he also holds your head to prevent any water from rushing into your ears. That’s a first, you muse. It’s then that the man props you up a tad bit more with an expression of faux uncertainty and wonder as he proceeds to unfortunately meet your previous expectations once again.

“Sorry, I think I must’ve misheard you! Could you repeat that for me?”

“Kaeya!” You yell out of annoyance and flick water at him.

Childe

Why would you ever assume you’re going to relax and bathe alone?

“I know, right? So I was all—” Childe pauses his sentence when you look like you want to say something, hands hovering in the air around the perfect mohawk of bubbles on your head.

Not wanting to interrupt his bout of bordering on girly gossip, you gesture towards the shampoo bottle on the low shelves behind his place on the floor with a hushed “can you pass?…”, to which he also replies with a hushed “yeah, here you go.” before returning his arms and head to a propped up position on the side next to you.

“Yeah, so as I was saying; I was all like ‘yeahhh I can lend you some mora, no biggie’…”

Childe continues to tell you about his eventful day, losing himself in the conversation, and also just the fact that you’re listening to him intently, so much that he actually casually snatches the shampoo bottle back and begins to wash your hair without you saying a single word.

“And guess what?” The talkative harbinger asks of you, fully expecting a suspenseful “what?”, which you gladly give him as his fingers graze delicately over your scalp. “That lame Zhongli never even offered to pitch in, said he didn’t have any on him yet he was dressed like a stylish homosexual grandpa at a casino.”

You burst into laughter at his description, opting to add in a baffled “tight bastard!” and Childe agrees wholeheartedly with an exaggerated nod and raised brows whilst he unplugs the drain and grabs the shower head. He does get blocked by the shower curtain for a moment which you try your damn hardest not to cackle at, but you hold it in to let him carry on talking.

“Sometimes I wish you could come with me on these missions, but I know better than to let you get hurt or something like that.” he confesses, a glint of sadness in his eyes that you notice when he tilts your head up by your chin to wash off any excess product from your hair.

“Me too, but at least I’m always here when you get home. This is my favourite part of the day.” You admit adorably, causing a loving smile to grow on his face. Childe ends the conversation with a kiss on the tip of your nose before it spirals and ruins the mood.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” The harbinger sing-songs as he wraps you in a dry towel, offering to hold your hand when you step out of the tub.

“Oh yeah, thanks!” you flail your arms at him. “You should work in a salon. I can be your pretend customer for practice.” the proud grin on your lips has him melting.

Your best friend’s brother, Childe, who holds you hostage in there when his sibling leaves to run a necessary errand. Playing video games, his buddies chatting away through his headset and unknowing of your position, cross legged in his lap with your arms around his shoulders.

Your best friend’s brother, Childe, who only cooks dinner when you’re staying over at his place. Unless it’s a hallucination, you’d usually never catch him in the kitchen with anything other than a bottle of pop and some chips.

Your best friend’s brother, Childe, who teases you with his feet underneath the dinner table. A nonchalant expression as he’s making conversation with both you and his oblivious sibling, his mouth full of food while simultaneously touching the inside of your legs, smiling cheekily when you suddenly feel all embarrassed.

Your best friend’s brother, Childe, who tells you to pretend that you forgot your pyjamas so he can conveniently lend you one of his favourite shirts.

Your best friend’s brother, Childe, who has you use his bathroom whenever you shower just so he can make out with you whilst you’re desperately trying to finish washing before he impatiently pushes you against the tiles.

Your best friend’s brother, Childe, who quickly runs outside to catch up with you when you’re about to go home, skipping and hopping over like an idiot with his socks doing no job to shield his feet, just to hold your hands and kiss your nose before leaning his lips into yours.

Just imagine, okay?:

It’s around 5, dusky outside and you’re on your way back to your shared apartment, eyelids heavy and stomach rumbling after having sat down for hours on end listening to a lecture detrimental to your educational progress.

Thoughts of your favourite fluffy blanket waiting for someone to snuggle up to it, strewn over your designated place on the couch send short bursts of energy to your legs for the final flight of stairs before you reach the front door. You’re giddy, in that tired way, you know? Your heart warms in your chest when you push the handle down and step inside, but then you see…

He’s sprawled out in YOUR AREA of the couch, all cozied up underneath YOUR BLANKET, one arm hooked over the back of the sofa and holding the TV remote in his hand.

Yeah.

You’re standing there, staring blankly at the welcoming smile plastered on his dumbass face.

“Oh hey-”

“Satoru, you better run and hide somewhere I can’t find you.”

He’s literally skidding along the floor to his bedroom before you finish your sentence, and you’re mildly surprised that his socks aren’t on fire after fleeing at that speed.

Satoru Gojo couldn’t guarantee his own safety even if he was using a baby spoon to cut through air. You prefer to cook for the two of you, seeming as you have to stay on Accidental Suicide Watch in the kitchen anyway.

“Don’t you dare think about opening that cupboard.” You warn him aggressively, knowing he’ll somehow knock himself out the second you turn around.

“Who’s gonna grab the spaghetti? You sure as hell can’t reach it,” he coughs a quick “short-ass” before continuing to earn and expertly dodge a motherly slap from you, “and I’m definitely not down for straight up sauce on a plate.”

Of course, he wouldn’t be the man he is if he didn’t slap your ass every time you bend over. That, and a weird nasally voice greeting you with “helloooo nerd!” to match…

You’d think he’d be terrified of you by now, considering the amount of times you’ve had to either stomp on his feet or push his face back, but nope. He has done and will continue to get on your last nerve no matter the consequences he receives.

Unless he is scared of you and this is all just a game to him. Purposely mocking you under his breath to try and set a new record for how fast he can escape your impending wrath. Yeah, that’s something he’d do. Just the thought of it has steam exiting your ears.

You feel sorry for the next person to ever get you started on his array of annoying little habits.

Being the last one to brush his teeth twice a day and so conveniently leaving the toothpaste out every time without the lid is a specialty of dear Satoru’s. You want to hurt him for it.

One time you searched for a whole hour just to find the toothpaste lid hidden in the laundry basket after he’d predictably thrown it to the side without a second glance. When he came home and you told him, he praised you?

“Woah, good job!” With an adoring, hefty head pat included just to confuse you more.

Forgetting to bring used cutlery out of his bedroom is also something he’s very good at! You sigh at the fact that you expect to find sticky apple juice-coated knives and teaspoons covered in pudding remnants partially glued to his nightstand.

You can understand that one is a genuine mistake, and he does apologise in his own Gojo approach when you confront him for the millionth time. Even offers to help you wash the dishes (begrudgingly), not without a good whine about it though.

“Ugh, this is slave labour…”

“Huh?! You offered!”

“Shtop yelling at poor Shatoruuu :(…”

Satoru’s favourite way to piss you off is to hog the TV and play on the PS5 for foreverrrr.

“Please, just one more game” may as well be the only thing he says to you these days. Well, you’d rather that after hearing the questionable and sometimes unbelievably incorrect references that he spews into his headset. You don’t even wanna know what his friends are saying.

You find yourself zoning out next to his so-called ‘precision position’ (blatant manspreading) as he’s shooting enemies, quite happy just curled into his side and feeling the vibrations of the controller ripple through his arms.

You don’t know why you always let your guard down in times like those, for he is THE Satoru Gojo…

“We could use this as a vibrator.” He just lets you know out of fucking nowhere, the look on his face so casual.

“…we?”

“Well, like yeah. D’you wanna try? Come sit on my lap—”

“I can hear your friends talking to you.” You hurriedly lie to him all flustered and red faced.

“Nobody has their mic on-”

“Icanjusthearthem!”

“Okay, party pooper. Gee…” he responds, wavering the pitch of his voice like a bratty kid.

On boring days, when there’s nothing else to do, you like to invite yourself into his room and talk. Nothing serious, just topics like each other’s plans for the week ahead or what’s on your college timetable.

More often than that, you both just sit cross legged on his bed and stare into space until one of you breaks the silence. Whether that be by a simple song lyric, which escalates into a tiny acoustic performance with added knee slapping, or by a stupid statement along the lines of “you look just like my roommate” which is guaranteed to start the most useless conversation.

Very rarely you take a few minutes to annoy him instead, threatening to scout out every porno mag hidden in the room. The shortly lived panic on his face and the chaos that ensues afterwards is so worth it, too.

Oh, not chaos as in Satoru freaking out over his private stuff. Chaos as in Satoru trapping you with his long ass legs and trying to show you all the hottest models in his opinion (which he’s literally listed and ranked on every single last page btw).

“Look! You’ll love this girl she’s got the best personality— stay still…” he exclaims and turns the page with a smile whilst pinning you down.

“HAHA! PERSONALITY!” You howl in hysterics at his obvious joke, making him collapse on top of you when his arms weaken with laughter.

Listen, he’s a butthead. But you can’t lie, he is your main source of entertainment and happiness. Living with the epitome of fucking idiot can be a wild, bumpy, wavy, crazy, weird ride sometimes, but you’ve come to cherish the moments of occasional smooth sailing with him, where you feel the most at peace.

“I’ve missed you… I’ve missed you so much it hurts.”

Kaeya barely succeeds to contain himself as he wraps around you and pulls you into his chest, his hold so frail that you could easily break free without lifting a finger. His weakened arms are baring their full weight upon your shoulders, keeping you pressed against the drum of his slowed heartbeat. His nose and lips are lowered into your hair as he stares at the wall behind you. Fresh tears are pushing the limits of his waterlines, and he finally closes his one uncovered eye to force them out now that you’re unable to watch.

The scorching sun filters through the blinds put up inside the old garage he works in, creating clementine strips of light that cast upon his face. He glances your way every so often before asking some relevant questions, his tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek in that tantalising yet non-purposeful manner, teasing you unknowingly with his mouth.

Oh, you want himmmmm. 

You're staring intensely when he begins to speak up once again, subconsciously thankful that he hasn't caught you just yet; “So, just got your driving license huh?” 

Eyes wide and startled slightly by his question, you reply, stammering like a flustered little schoolgirl.

“Ahem! Um, I, ahhh…” you pause for a second at the amused smirk pulling at the mechanic’s lips, “Yeah.” 

Your nervous eyes are trained on the metal spanner grasped in the blonde’s fist, veins bulging when he applies pressure on the handle. “Whatcha’ doin’ all the way out here anyways? Road trip?” 

The grit and debris caught underneath his boots scratch along the dusty concrete when he finishes his work and swivels to direct his attention to your pretty face, the low rumble of his voice forcing you to bat your lashes in an attempt to refocus yourself. 

“Uh-huh, n-not by myself or anything! I was just on my way to pick up a few friends, we put together some cash to stay at a motel not that far from here.” You twiddle your thumbs and gaze away into the distance, visible heat waves hovering over spots of dry, cracked earth. 

You turn to face his muscular form below you, though you unintentionally avoid eye contact and stare at his stained baggy jeans whilst you continue sheepishly, “That’s if my GPS isn’t lying to me and it’s not actually on the other side of the world…”

His laugh, god. So deep and mischievous. 

“Heheh, got that right.”

The buff mechanic stands, the sweat glazing his abs highlighted by the sun when his shirt isn’t covering them. You almost forgot just how much taller he is, and the height difference is kind of comforting, not to mention sexy. Everything about him is just… sexy! You’re driving yourself insane, have you fallen in love? No chance, with the way he looks, of course you’re gonna be way out of his league, right? 

“Alright, it’s done—” he starts just to cut himself off.

You’re in a daze, hypnotised by the grease and whatever else a mechanic would have splattered upon his features, the contrast in colour enhancing the crimson hue of his irises, the subtle pink of his lips.

Oh, fuck! You idiot! He’s gonna be freaked out if you don’t look away!

“Mmn- How much do you want, I don’t have a lot left but I can, um…” eyebrows furrowed in panic, you fumble around with your wallet until a few notes are caught tightly in your hand, but then a larger, calloused hand gently pushes it into your chest, stunning you.

“S’fine. You’re gorgeous, so you can get away with it. Don’t insist on wastin’ your money if you don’t have to.” He lightly… scolds you? Who cares! Did he really just say that?! He’s walking away. Even his walk is enough to make you melt as he saunters into another room. Where are you going hot mechanic, come back. 

You’re burning up, body temperature high enough to be dangerous, surely. Breathe. Wait, he’s back! Yay!

“Hey… here’s my card, number’s on it n’ everything. Y’know, just in case your motel doesn’t exist.” He’s clearly trying to suppress a laugh, greatly entertained by the invisible steam exiting your nostrils.

Glancing down, doing your best not to ogle at the poor guy’s existence, you study the card he softly slipped within your fingers. Katsuki Bakugo. Hot. 

You’re practically paralysed right now, what is happening? You flinch out of your trance when his hand redirects your line of sight by lifting your chin up. 

“Don’t just stand there, fuckin’ go! Get your ass in there!” His demanding words are a stark contrast to his amused expression as he opens the door and gestures for you to get in your car. 

After a moment of settling into the driver’s seat, you eventually wind down the window with a blank, innocent look plastered on your face. Bakugo comes forward to lean inside, both of your faces closer than ever. 

The mechanic ruffles your hair gently, a nice smirk complimenting his EVERYTHING as he says:

Over the past few months you’ve dated the hero, getting to understand him and his peculiar way of dealing with certain situations and emotions has been the hardest yet the most beautiful time of your life.

But to be honest… you’re so fucking confused right now.

Here you sit in his car, colder than eskimo pussy might you add, cross legged with a fluffy blanket in the passenger seat as you eat takeout from both of your favourite fast food restaurant. With the engine off, of course. He’s a pro hero, obsessed with your safety! What kind of heathen do you think he is? Tch.

The radio is on, but quiet as pedestrians shopping for gifts pass by a few metres away from where you’re parked. With the same old Christmas songs playing, it’s not like you need to turn it up to sing along anyway. You don’t stop yourself when the upbeat melodies begin to rise from your chest. You check to see if Bakugo minds your humming, he doesn’t.

Something is so totally off about this, you think to yourself as you people-watch along with him. You window shop from afar and hold back an excited sigh, maybe he’d think you were pathetic if you voiced your love for the annual Christmas decorations put up around the city.

Shuffling in your seat, careful not to knock any food out of your lap, you shovel another french fry into your mouth.

Now, normally, your boyfriend is all for keeping things clean and tidy even when it comes down to the most unnoticeable shit. In fact, you’ve never eaten in the car with him, you always thought it was off the table completely.

Thoughts like what if I accidentally drop a fry down the side of my seat and he has to clean up after me and oh my god if I spill this sauce I’m dead race through your mind whilst you slyly turn and watch him for a moment.

He’s grumpy as all hell, for sure, but if you said this man isn’t beyond what the word enthralling entails? You’d be a stone cold liar. The early, winter moonlight casts shadows over the left side of his face, letting the right side bathe in the pearlescent glow as he surveys his view from behind the windscreen.

It’s only when you just catch the angle of his head change for him to look your way that you snap out of a loving daze and instead train your eyes upon the tasty fry he picks up from a box on the dashboard. You stop humming.

“Uh, Katsuki?” You ask hesitantly, rather perturbed by the slight hint of a genuine smile on his face.

“Mm?”

It’s like your entire world’s spinning comes to a forced halt when he places his own fry into your mouth, making your next words muffled as you chew.

“Why are you shmiling?”

“Shmiling.”

You playfully roll your eyes at his response. He’s HIM, who are you to assume he won’t poke fun at you any chance he gets? Even if it’s just repeating one silly word.

“Yes, shmiling.”

Your cheeky boyfriend chuckles half-assedly, his lips are probably numb due to the cold.

You almost lose yourself in the way his eyes show off a glint of excitement whilst he focuses into the distance, along with the reflection of brightly coloured string lights and neon signs from store displays and even different apartments.

He sees that there’s no more food left in his or your boxes so he collects them whilst speaking, preparing to get out and trash them.

“Dunno… Christmas, I guess. I was lookin' at all the flashy shit in the windows, and the snow… it reminds me of when I was a kid.” Bakugo’s eyebrows raise with sincerity.

You’re shocked, to say the least.

“Really?”

He doesn’t stop there either, resting an arm across the back of your headrest once he’s collected all the leftover packaging and placed it aside for a moment. You smile at his hand brushing away the crumbs from your blanket like it’s second nature.

“N' don’t get me started on snowball fights. I could beat any extra’s ass with only, like, two of 'em.” He reveals to you with so much expression in his words, a few hand gestures too. You’ve never seen him so… comfortable?

You listen intently to him, like every single thing he’s saying is a secret for you only. Well, that’s how he sees it right now anyway, Kirishima wouldn’t be caught on the brink of death holding classified information like this.

Bakugo seems to lose himself to your open ears and heart, finding comfort in your reactions to his storytelling and confessions. Bringing up how “the Christmas tree at home makes him nostalgic” and (bashfully) that “he’s kept the gifts he received from his classmates in UA” then finally—

“You. And you…”

You, enchanted by his gorgeous face and amused greatly by the thought of your beloved Katsuki tear-assing about in the snow as a kid, hardly register his words until a few seconds pass.

“Me?” You must look stupid, asking so many questions, blunt ones at that.

Your hero’s cheeks puff out a breathy snigger, he’s clearly unable to hold back his laughter with this dumb ass look on your face.

Leaning in closer to your reddened ear (you’re definitely just cold, not embarrassed at all), he whispers gruff and adoringly: “Mhm, all this festive, wintery Christmas shit was fun before you came along,”

You scoff playfully at his choice of words and Bakugo presses the sweetest, most loving kiss upon your cold cheek, simultaneously covering the back of your smaller hand with his own warmer one, rubbing his thumb up and down.

Is the heater on all of a sudden?

“But now that I got you here with me, it’s my favourite holiday.”

IS IT JUST YOU OR IS IT HOT IN HERE?

“Even if your quirk doesn’t get along with the cold?”

Izuku murmuring a breathy, worn out “defeated another asshole villain today…” into the crook of your neck, sighing harshly when you reach over yourself to grip the green tousled hair at the base of his neck.

Izuku practically moaning at your praise, eyebrows bowed and all, his head instantly falling upon your shoulder as if all support has disappeared from his neck. “I love you, I just love you so much, you make me weak.”

You can’t help but smirk in amusement when you catch him fixated on the TV whilst he’s supposed to be washing the dishes, holding a sponge loosely in the air as if his batteries ran out.

Aki’s face is tired, relaxed. His jaw slack and his eyes hardly blinking at all. You want to laugh so bad, but you keep your composure. He’s totally focused, his gaze unmoving even as he resumes washing up.

You frown and smile at him, slightly perturbed.

“…You okay?”

His lazy eyes take a second to pull themselves away from the TV screen, “Huh?”

Seeing your expression, Aki finally closes his mouth and furrows his brows back at you. You don a confused grimace as he stops and searches behind himself, even though he knows nobody else is there.

Again, he makes eye contact with you. Both of you blankly staring each other out until you copy his actions and check behind yourself sat on the sofa.

The next morning, it happens again.

“Yo,” you greet him casually as you situate yourself cross-legged on the floor, directly in front of Aki’s place on the couch.

His thumbs are repeatedly tapping the screen of his phone, probably playing some sort of game as he reciprocates.

“Morning.”

“Umm, so…” you begin, gaging his attention. Slowly but surely his lips start to grow apart.

“I’m meeting with a few of my friends today, we’re gonna go out for lunch and stuff…” trailing off to look at him from below, you suddenly feign annoyance before imitating his face perfectly. Of course, he’s puzzled at first.

“What?” he questions, bobbing his head backwards a little bit to amplify how weirded out he is.

“S’what you do when you’re listening to something, isn’t it—” you don’t get to finish before his ginormous hand hugs your entire head, pushing you gently as he gets up to walk away.

Most of the time, his hand is nestled in your hair or pressing down any flyaways with his thumb. It’s hard for you to go without your daily dose of his affection.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s the most adorable thing. But one of these days, he’s gonna make you fall asleep with that soothing touch of his.

A close call being this time, for instance. Both of you grocery shopping together after you’ve had the worst day at work, tired and weak.

“'Toru,”

You sluggishly turn your head a few times, searching the freezer aisle for your beanstalk of a boyfriend whom you eventually find stacking tubs of expensive ice cream in his arms. He even held the door open with his leg so he could carry more.

His head is craned in your direction, signalling that he’s still listening even though he’s practically eye-fucking everything on the shelf in front of him.

“Put those back before I count to three.” you order with raised brows, placing a free hand on your hip and raising your heavy basket to point at him.

Without even looking at you, Satoru complies (albeit begrudgingly) and empties his arms with a bratty sighhhhhh.

“Ah ah. And the ones in your pockets?”

An even bigger SIGHHHHH whooshes past his lips and as expected, two more missing tubs are revealed and returned to their shelf.

He just stands there as the freezer door swings to a close, silently longing. Only when you require his presence does he leave his spot.

“C’mere…” you breathe and motion after swapping which hand held your groceries.

Satoru takes note of the painful indents in your palms and hurries to your side. He follows you to another aisle and keeps a few steps behind you after gently seizing the basket from your grasp, in fear of hurting your legs with it by accident.

A tired smile grows at your partner’s care and caution. He sure is immature, though times like these in which his undying love for you seeps through his actions… they make you aware of the fact that no matter how powerful he is, how important he is… he’s still human. Not a destructive machine.

The only time he would be described as a machine is when you’re fuc—

Suddenly, you come to a stop in front of the frosting and cupcake decorations then scan the items until you find what you need. But…

“Ya want me to help?” Satoru offers softly in a low voice whilst pointing at the top shelves. Without the store’s usual upbeat music playing, your boyfriend’s hushed words seem way more comforting than normal.

You reply with a small nod and he lowers the basket onto the floor to press himself against your back, lightly placing a hand on your head. He reaches the area with ease before you tell him what to grab.

Taking advantage of the close proximity, you quickly swirl yourself around so that your forehead is leaning on his chest.

This position already made you feel floaty, resting most of your weight on him and inhaling his scent. What’s making it worse is the unexpected but totally welcome scalp massage you’re receiving.

You close your bloodshot eyes.

“Uhm, can you get me the cho…”

A few seconds pass since you trailed off, causing Satoru to peer back down at you.

“Hm?”

The rumble of his chest almost frightens you into response.

“Ch-Chocolate! Frosting, can you grab the chocolate frosting?” you panic, cheeks burning and melting into his uniform shirt.

He observes the top of your head just a little longer whilst giving you the softest strokes, deep in thought. You’re weird.

“Abso-lutely!” Satoru pronouncing “absolutely” as if it’s two separate words is funny. And cute. You’re falling asleep.

My god, he smells so good. Like freshly washed clothes, fancy cologne and him. And he’s just so big and cuddly! You ultimately conclude him to be a beautiful human climbing frame as he continues to talk to you. The magic hand atop your head finally lulls you to sleep.

“Oouuu they have chocolate fudge, white chocolate or regular chocolate,” your personal climbing frame lists the contents of the shelf for you.

Hey, your body feels a little limp against his…

“Baby?”

Slowly, Satoru lowers his arms to wrap around you instead. Looking from a certain angle, he can see your eyes are shut.

The extra weight added to you seems to awake you, but before you can get your senses together, his hand goes to scratch his face and you tip over.

With godly reflexes, beanstalk catches you as you stumble to save yourself.

“Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s go home. Why’re you getting all this baking stuff anyway?”

A bit more aware of your surroundings now, you answer his question bashfully.

“You’re always taking care of me and being nice to me and— and I just wanted to make something for you to say thanks.”

Satoru freezes at your response.

THAT WAS SO CUTE SO CUTE SO CUTE!

“You were gonna bake cupcakes for me?” he asks emotionally and literal tears are in his eyes.

“That would be the cutest thing in the history of cuteness, however, there’s no need. Your existence alone is enough, 'kay?”

A kiss to your forehead withdraws your next words:

“Love you, endlessly.”

“My love for you is limitless.”

Both of you chuckle, shoulders bouncing.

He is so quiet, if you have friends over they think you live alone at first.

That’s until he pops up out of nowhere like “do you want me to wash up” and makes everyone jump.

He really hates it when other people are in his home, but he never complains as Itadori and Nobara invite themselves in far too often.

God forbid you have one night stands… mf never lets you forget them. All curled up in bed covering his ears with a pillow, no escape from that damn headboard.

As soon as your ONS leaves… “enjoy yourselves?” under his breath lmaoooo

Basically he just wants to kick them out and do it correctly himself. He’s never heard YOU moan.

Yeah no he despises everyone you bring home

He makes you lunch before you leave for class! Sometimes includes little notes too…

‘Please eat the fucking vegetables’ stuck to the lid of your bento box

While you’re away, he’ll tidy up until he gets tired. Normally he’ll leave your room alone, unless he knows there’s a dirty dish or something in there.

He already knows where you keep your vibrator, after coming across it enough times when you’ve accidentally left it out. So he makes sure to JUST get the dishes pffttt

Fushiguro would never admit it, but he actually loves picking you up from class. He likes having a sense of responsibility when it comes to you.

Never fails to start a petty argument on the drive home though. It’s either “so, who’s the new fuck?” or “I spent all day cleaning up after you.”

He only does it to piss you off, he finds it adorable how you stumble over your words.

Takes your hand in his and guides it to move the gearstick, all it takes to make you forgive him :’)

He’s not really too fussed about showing physical affection but he’s never not right next to you. He may as well be constantly huddled into your side.

Always lets you hug him, move him around, touch his face… he just doesn’t take any notice.

Lets you wear his clothes!!!

Allows you to help cook dinner, although he’ll probably redo everything you’ve done to make sure it’s done properly.

He can’t stand to see you cry, in fact he’ll be on the verge of tears too. If you’re sad, that’s it.

Fushiguro will do anything in his power to make you feel loved. Whether that’s taking you out for fast food, sleeping beside you, fighting someo- I mean letting you do his hair and makeup… he doesn’t even care.

If you’re out together, he’ll automatically wrap his arm around your waist to pull you out of the way of other people.

He babies you without realising, but it’s okay!

Boy is always on his phone, he can’t put that shit down! You literally have to pull his hair to get him to look up.

There’s no point in texting him though, he never replies :(

If he’s in a good mood, he’ll pick you up and give you piggybacks around your place.

One way to tell if he’s in a good mood is if there’s music playing, or if there’s an actual smile on his face.

Never has sex as far as you can tell, but what you don’t know is that he goes elsewhere to pound pussy in secret lololol

He sleeps whenever you do, he actually kinda hates being alone while you’re in bed. He even picked up your midnight snack habit so you just talk for a while at 2:00am.

Itadori will always spot it first. As if he has spider intuition.

When you’re with him it’s always them big mfs too! Hairy ass eight legged beasts!

The first thing he’ll do if there’s a spider is make a huge fuss and frighten the shit out of you.

“Oh my GOD there’s a spider.”

“EW YUUJI QUICK—”

Your body is literally moving in ways that are not normal to avoid this spider, purely because he alarmed you.

And when you look over at him he’s like

“Aw heya little guy :)”

?!?!?!?! DUDE

He doesn’t even do this shit as a joke either, just makes you panic and goes back to normal?

Probably wants you to be scared so he feels less scared yk

“C’mon buddy :) let’s go outside”

He tickles it with his finger.

Fushiguro is absolutely disgusted.

He kind of just sits there extremely unsettled.

Does he want YOU to get rid of it? Or is he waiting for a chance to strike?

When it moves closer to him he backs away and makes a weird annoyed “mmnmmnnnn” noise.

Times like these are golden

“Haha, megumi look it’s furry”

“MMNNNNMNN”

The scowl on his face is fucking priceless like this insect just infiltrated his personal bubble what the hell is he supposed to say

Makes eye contact with it and decides that he cannot be bothered for this, gets up and drags you with him whilst muttering

“Y/n switch rooms switch rooms”

Gojo automatically turns on limitless and carries you to a table so you’re above it

Then grabs a broom or whatever the fuck he can find before sprinting over to you

Does weird ass little dances when he’s scared, and his only form of communication has become “WURGH”

Continues to poke the poor bastard and both of you hop up and down like schoolgirls

“Gojo where did it go?”

“Oh my god you lost it?”

“WAIT I THINK I FOUND IT AGAIN”

“Y/N DONT FUCK AROUND DID YOU REALLY SEE IT”

Nanami killed that mf in a matter of seconds.

You were about to point it out before his fist smashed it at the dinner table making you jump

Now you see it, now you don’t i guess

Sukuna… I don’t even know what he’s doing

Bro taps you on the shoulder and points at it

“What the FUCK is that.”

“That’s a spider”

This one’s a fast one and Sukuna visibly panics when it comes closer.

You’re literally so confused

“It’s looking at me”

Goes to touch it but it moves at the same time so he jumps and accidentally kills it with his finger

“Is there.. can you get me another one?”

“WHAT?! WHY?!”