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Y/n froze in the center of her living room.

       For weeks, she had been in constant motion, refusing to slow for anything. She spent New years with her friends, partying, dancing, screaming songs so loud to drown out any thoughts that attempted to form. And before that, she spent Christmas with her family, playing board games, opening gifts, laughing too hard in an attempt to feel. And before that, she attended her work's Christmas party, making small talk, avoiding certain coworkers, trying to ignore how awkward she felt without a certain someone on her arm. And before that, she decorated her own house, hanging lights, hanging ornaments on the tree, ignoring the star that didn't make it to the top.

And to continue avoiding any semblance of a thought, y/n decided she would tear down the decorations. But a neatly wrapped gift sat on the previously empty tree skirt. A card with too familiar writing etched on it lay on top of it.

That was what forced y/n to stop. That was what forced the events of the month before Christmas to come rushing back to her. That was what forced the tears to pour from her eyes.

It had been two months since she had last seen Harvey Dent, since she had seen her lover of 3 years. She stood by his side and supported him when he pledged to put Falcone in prison. She slept by his hospital bed when Falcone threw acid in his face. When Harvey was finally allowed to return home, y/n was more than happy to resume their normal life despite his half-disfigured face. Because he was still her Harvey.

The next morning she instinctually reached over for her lover yet was only met with sheets that were too cold to have been slept on for a full night. With a start, she sits up. Harvey never left without kissing her goodbye. That was the first time in 2 years that she had woken up alone.

        Y/n tumbles out of bed, frantically searching the apartment. After searching every room and even closet, it was clear Harvey had taken off with nothing but his guns.

       Any wonders of his whereabouts were answered by the news station. As the newscaster rambled about the new villain "Two-Face", the only thought that crossed y/n's mind was that she had promised to make his favorite breakfast that morning.

       Since then, y/n did anything to avoid watching the dust settle on her lover's belongings. Yet, even with all her efforts to run from it, his presence lingered, always a pace behind.

       She thought of him when her favorite flowers were anonymously delivered to her office, or when she went to her favorite coffee shop and her drink was already paid for or when her coworker that persistently flirted her, even in front of Harvey, suddenly showed up at work bruised and refused to meet her eyes.

            A desperate part of her, one she wanted to push deep down, hoped this was his way of protecting her. That even though he left without a trace, he still thought about her. Maybe even as much as she thought about him. She knew it was a pathetic attempt to cope, but it kept her from crumbling.

It was easy enough to ignore the emptiness she felt in her chest, especially with Christmas rapidly approaching. Distracting oneself was easier when so many things had to be done in the first place. Even after New Year's had ended, she intended to continue riding the momentum. Though, after spinning for so long, it only takes the lightest breeze to knock someone over.

The gift sat neatly under her tree, as it would any previous Christmas. If she closed her eyes, she could smell the gingerbread Harvey and she baked every year. She could feel his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he playfully murmurs something about warming each other up into her neck.

       She couldn't write this off as coincidences or delusions this time like she did in the past. Not when the gift was wrapped in the careful manner Harvey did everything, and certainly not when laying on top of the box a card with "my dear y/n" was etched in his too-familiar scratchy handwriting.

Tremors shook through her as a month of grief crashed down on her. She didn’t feel her knees crash against the floor, not over the throbbing in her head. Sobs forced their way out of her throat, and when she tried to stop them, sharp hiccups accompanied them.

Y/n stayed a crumpled mess on the floor for another hour, in a cycle of momentarily regaining her composure before completely breaking down again. The dull, January sun disappeared behind grey clouds, being replaced with snow. Only when her throaty wails morphed into soft sniffles and her watery eyes became too dry did she sit up. Though she regained her strength, she hadn't regained her motivation, so she painstakingly dragged herself across the floor to the gift.

With a shaking hand, she gently grabbed the letter and opened it.

            My dear y/n,

          I miss you. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to any of the Christmas events you told me about. I hope you had a great Christmas nevertheless. I hope you like the gift. Seeing your reaction to my surprises was always my favorite part, but, regretfully, I couldn't give this to you in person. For your safety. It wasn't supposed to be a Christmas gift, but it was always meant to be yours nonetheless.

         You know I miss you. I'll always miss you and I'll always love you. But something has changed in me, and I couldn't force you to suffer with me. I know you would want to, you've always been my biggest supporter, but I love you too much to subject you to that. You deserve someone that can give you the life you want, and that's not me anymore.

        You'll always be the love of my life. I'll always look out for you.

        Forever yours,

        Harvey

        Y/n hadn't realized that she was clenching her jaw so tightly, nor that her eyes began to fill with tears once more.

Gingerly, she picked up the gift. As she would any other year, she carefully ripped the wrapping. She knew how much time he would spend methodically and precisely creasing and covering the gift; she always hated to see his hard work go to waste.

       When she peered inside the box, another smaller box peered up at her. Biting her lip, she grabbed it and opened it. A ring dazzled in its plush cushion, the little light left in the room reflecting off of it. The cut of the diamond, the band, and even the design were all exactly as she had always dreamed of.

       Y/n shut the velvet box in one swift motion. How could Harvey possibly tell her to find someone better right after buying her the ring of her dreams? How could he ask her to love another after showcasing his thoughtfulness and attentiveness, a few of the many reasons she fell for him. She couldn't even if she wanted to. She wouldn't.

She couldn’t bear to stay in her apartment. Everywhere she turned she saw the ghost of her lover, splayed on the bed, lounging on the couch, wandering in the kitchen. She needed to leave. In a flurry, y/n grabbed the first coat in the closet before fleeing into the biting snow.

All she could bear to think about was putting one foot in front of the other. She knew if she thought about anything, she would break down all over again. She refused to think where her feet were taking her, how cold her face and hands were, and most of all, she refused to recognize that the coat she threw on wasn't made for her but rather someone taller and broader.

It took her five minutes to realize she had unconsciously gone to a nearby park. One that she and Harvey visited every weekend. As y/n hopelessly scanned the area, she noticed the park was completely empty, save for one man. He stood near a bench, simply staring ahead.

Y/n's throat constricted. She approached him slowly. Though the jacket he wore was unfamiliar, she knew that figure like the back of her own hand.

        She stood only a few feet away from him. With a quiet, broken voice, she called, "Harvey?"

        The hooded figure turned to her. Harvey looked at her in shock, face pulled as taut as the burns would allow him. Even with the scars deforming his face, he was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. His eyes flitted from her puffy face to her unkempt hair to the mismatch outfit that hung from her frame. "..y/n."

         A whimper forced itself from her throat. His voice had chased her in her dreams and echoed in the halls. Hearing it once more had revived her.

        "You've been crying," he whispers with a frown.

        He tentatively reaches out and cups y/n's face, as he always did. His thumbs gliding under her swollen eyes and over her reddened cheeks.

         "Take a guess why, asshole." Y/n snaps. Despite her harsh tone, she nuzzled into his hands and covered them with her own.

         Harvey abruptly drops his hands. "Please, love, you have to understand. Something happened to me after the acid. Mentally. There's someone else in my head, and I couldn't live with myself if I got you hurt in some way,"

        "Harvey, what are you talking about? Was it so bad that you had to leave without telling me anything?"

        "No, you don't understand. He's different. He's insane and cruel."

        Y/n grips his shoulders. "Does he want to hurt me?"

         Harvey averts his gaze from her eyes to the snow falling in the distance. His eyes go blank for a moment before he turns and looks at her once again. "No. He said no," he pauses, "but still, you don't know what he's capable of. You shouldn't stay with someone-"

       "It's my decision, whether I choose to continue loving you or not!" She interrupts, breaking away from their quiet conversation to yell. "Harvey Dent, you are the most frustratingly stubborn man I know, but I love that about you! I love everything about you! I have for years now! I couldn't stop loving you even if I wanted to! I've been deprived of you for a month, and it's been hell! What makes you think I want to continue living my life without you beside me? I'll take any deranged version of you if it just means I still have you!"

       Y/n digs in the coat's pocket, pulling the velvet box out. She didn't mean to take it with her when she left, but, in her hurry, she must have forgotten to set it down. She shoves it into Harvey's chest.

        "Ask me."

        "What?" Harvey fumbles with the box in hand, staring at her as if she was the crazy one.

        "I said ask me. Properly."

        "Doll-"

        "I want to give you your answer. Ask me, damn it. Get on your knee."

        Harvey kneels, box in hand. He opens it, revealing the ring.

       "Y/n, would you make me the happiest man and marry me?" He softly asks, staring intently at her. Despite their heated argument, the air softened.

        He knew he wasn't good for her. He wanted nothing more than to give her everything, but he knew she deserved better than what he could offer her. But, right now, looking up at her, he remembered that she made the most beautiful women insignificant even when she looked her worst. Even when her hair was unbrushed and the coat she wore was far too big for her, the way the snow adorned her made him melt, despite the freezing temperature.

       "The answer is yes, darling. It always has been, and it always will be. You're my Harvey, that at least hasn't changed." She softly murmured.

       "If you'll still have me, then I suppose I could arrange a better proposal. Especially after all the pain I've caused you," Harvey carefully shuts the box once more and places it in his own pocket before rising from his spot.

      He wastes no time cupping y/n's face and pressing his lips onto hers. The kiss was urgent and full of yearning, as if he was trying to make up for every kiss that he missed. Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, melting into his strong embrace.

      Despite Harvey's protests, y/n pulled away. "You're coming home, right?"

     "After those kisses, how could I stay away? I would love to help warm you up when we get home," Harvey murmurs into her neck, pressing a few teasing kisses. His hands trail from her face to her waist before slipping even lower.

     "God, that sounds perfect," y/n sighs softly. "But I also locked myself out. I forgot to bring keys with me. You still have your keys, right?"

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The autumn wind danced around them as they stood in front of the haunted house. After they performed their concert and cleaned up, Class 1A was free to go around and see the other classes' work.

Sero stood beside Kirishima, Bakugo, and Kaminari, who was already gripping onto Kirishima's sleeve. The last bit of adrenaline from their performance ran through them, which is probably the only reason Kaminari even agreed to join them.

"Come on, I don't have all day, damn cowards," Bakugo announced before marching into the dark entrance.

The house was completely hand-made and eerie. They had built it to mimic a traditional Japanese house, the only light source was a dim, purple light that peaked in through the windows, barely allowing them to see their own feet.

"You know, it's not too late to turn back," Kaminari's voice trembles though he attempts to cover it up with a nervous laugh.

"Suck it up, damn dunce face,"

They continue their march. The silence around them was only broken by a pained moan and the sound of their own footsteps.

A bloodied body falls and hangs from the ceiling in front of them. Kaminari shrieks, clutching Kirishima's arm, who, in turn, hardens with a yelp. Sero gasps loudly and jumps back while Bakugo only flinches, muttering a curse under his breath.

They looked back at the body that hung from the ceiling upside down only to find Shinso staring at them with a taunting smirk.

"Pfft! That wasn't even that scary!" Kaminari softly laughs while detaching himself from hardened Kirishima.

Bakugo scoffs before wordlessly continuing his march forward.

"If I wasn't hardened, your nails would have left a mark on my arm!" Kirishima, deactivating his quirk, argues while they all followed after Bakugo.

Kaminari opened his mouth to refute, only to be interrupted by another louder moan. As if it were right behind them. The group pauses. Kaminari's eyes widen and his face immediately pales, his bottom lip quivering. Kirishima simply froze, his skin hardening again. Sero's jaw clenched, veins on his neck becoming more visible. Even Bakugo stopped in his tracks.

The moan echoes out again, louder this time. In unison, they all slowly turned around but they found nothing, just the hall they came from. They all gulped, the hairs on their necks rose.

"Guys." Kaminari whispers with a trembling voice, his eyes trained on where they stood.

They were standing right above a large puddle of blood.

Another chilling moan, a shiver ran down their spine as the sound came from under them.

They all stood frozen staring at the blood. While staring at the puddle, they had a perfect view of their shadow. They could only watch, frozen in fear, as another shadow forms seemingly from thin air.

         It grabs their shoulders from behind them and screams in their ears. They all scream back, every head being whipped over their shoulder. A bloodied face stares at them, a tongue lolled out. Half-lidded e/c eyes stare at their widened, terrified eyes.

Kaminari had jumped into Bakugo's arms with a high-pitched scream while Bakugo grabbed onto him with mouth open in shock. Kirishima had only frozen, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Sero shrieked while walking backwards, almost tripping on his friends' feet.

After a beat, Bakugo clears his throat and dumps Kaminari onto the floor. Sero blinked once more before recognizing the face in front of him.

"Candy Girl?"

"Candy Girl? That's what you came up with?" She slyly asks, a teasing smirk stretching onto her blue lips.

Staring at her, he observes the makeup that made her face look bloodied and unnaturally blue. The outfit she wore and even her hairstyle matched her face, bloodied and messy. And yet, even though she looked like she was just raised from hell, she still looked divine.

"How do you manage to look gorgeous even while you look like death?" Sero thoughtlessly sighs.

"..I'm..I think I heard you wrong, what?"

"Oh!" Sero realized what he said, his heart pace pounds faster than it already was and his stomach churns with anxiety. Adrenaline was already flowing through him, encouraging him to continue. He might as well. "I think you're the prettiest person I've ever seen, even when you're dressed in your pajamas or like the undead. I want to hear your laugh, see you around, and laugh at your jokes on purpose, not by accident while I pass you in the hall or in the cafeteria a few tables away. I want to be the one walking with you in the halls. I want to sit at the same table as you at lunch. I want to get to know you personally, not from afar. I like you, and I want your number to see if we can make this work."

Y/n was stunned at his confession, her heart thumped in her chest, and even under her makeup, her cheeks were visibly turning red. After a beat of silence, she sheepishly replies, "The moment I saw you in the cafeteria, laughing with your friends, I couldn't get you out of my mind. All I could think about was you and your gorgeous eyes. You have the prettiest eye color, I could spend hours looking into them. I agree with everything you said. I want to miss you, and I want to know all your favorite things. I'd like to see where this goes,"

She slides her unlocked phone into his hand as he immediately types in his phone number.

"My name's l/n y/n, by the way."

"Sero Hanta."

"Fucking finally. Took y'all long enough. It was sickening to watch you both fawn over each other," Bakugo groans.

"Tell me about it," Shinso emerges from the shadows, still in his costume.

"Oh, right, you still got the rest of the house to get through, so don't get too excited just yet." Y/n took her phone back and slid it into her pocket.

"Fuck. I'll see you after though, right?"

         As Sero flung open the convenience store's door, the bell above him rung. The white lights were a harsh contrast from the dark street outside. He blinked as he forced his eyes to adjust before scanning the small store.

           Earlier in the week, at some point,  Yaomomo and Todorki had mentioned they had never watched a Studio Ghibli movie. That, to Uraraka and Mina, couldn't go on any longer, so they planned a movie marathon at Yaoyorozu's house and convinced some of their classmates to join them.

            To prepare for it, they split up tasks to everyone involved. Kaminari would download the movies and bring his laptop, Mina would bring facial masks and creams, Hagakure would bring board and card games, Todoroki and Midoriya would bring extra blankets, Kirishima would bring sleeping bags, Uraraka would cook ramen for everyone, and Sero would buy said ramen and snacks as well.  

           So there he was, making his stop. Sero stared at the drinks and the snacks that filled the aisle from top to bottom. He pursed on his lips, clueless as to what everyone favored. With a shrug, he fished his phone out of his gray sweatpants' pocket and called the group chat made for the sleepover.

          By the time everyone joined the call, Sero had grabbed a metal hand basket from beside the door. "Ok, I called to ask if anyone has a brand of chips or flavor they want to avoid or want. Also what drinks you want."

          One by one they all said what they wanted, one by one he grabbed the largest chip bag or drink of that kind and placed them into his basket. A few left the call as soon as they told their preferences while Mina, Hagakure, Uraraka, Kirishima, and Kaminari stayed on the call while they finish their respective task or just to talk while they made their way over to Yaomomo's house.

           Sero held the phone between his shoulder and head as he listened to their chatter, thoughtlessly. He continued picking up random items and aimlessly wandering between aisles, eyes skimming over irrelevant items. As he wandered into the candy aisle, hoping to grab a pile of chocolates and sour gummies, he was met with Candy Girl, on her tip toes attempting to reach the top shelf.

         He froze at the sight of her. Even in a hoodie and Pajama pants, she was breathtaking. He took in how even though her hair was effortlessly thrown into a bun, strands fell perfectly into place to frame her face. He watched her furrowed brow and her pout. And how her raised arm forced her oversized hoodie to show a sliver of her side.

         A shriek from Mina in his ear forced him out of his daze as he forced himself to the girl's side. She looked over at him, her e/c eyes widening. He glances at the top of the shelf to see what she was grasping at only to find her signature hard, fruity candies sitting at the top. He couldn't help the smile that forces itself on his lips or the laugh that escapes through his nose. Unable to reach up, he uses his tape to force the bag into his hand. It's crinkling breaking through the store's soft music.

         He turns to her and hands her the bag, her cheeks painted red and her lips agape. She slowly took the bag from him before sliding it into her own basket, which was filled with similar items, chips, popcorn bags, sleepover snacks.

          Noticing the phone on his shoulder, the girl graciously nodded her head at him and smiles while mouthing 'thank you'. He watches in the corner of his eye as she walks off to another aisle, her shoes softly thumping against the floor.

           Smile refusing to leave his lips, he breathlessly murmurs to his phone, "Guess who I just saw, guys,"

           Kirishima and Kaminari both start incoherently screaming through the phone.

           "CANDY GIRL! YOU SAW HER??"

           "THE UNIVERSE WANTS YOU TWO TO GET TOGETHER!!"

           Mina's sharp gasp cuts through their screams. "Wait! Is it that girl you keep looking at during lunch!"

           "Wait, what about that girl you make eyes at in the halls?" Uraraka questions.

           "Same girl!!" Kaminari responds before he could.

            The call errupts in gasps. Sero could only chuckle guiltily as he picked up Oreo's and put them in his pile.

            "They saw each other during lunch one day and he wouldn't stop talking about her after!" Kirishima exclaims. Sero could only hope that this wouldn't become a huge deal, but he knew that wish would be in vain. "He spotted her looking at him in the cafeteria one day, and he was all 'holy crap, she's gorgeous.' And he wouldn't stop randomly looking at her. And he still does, even though he won't ask her for her number. Oh, we call her Candy Girl because she always carries around a certain kind of candy,"

          "Oh, I helped her grab a bag of those candies from a high shelf just now,"

           "So manly!"

           "That's why you went dead silent!"

             Hagakure speaks up, "wait, you call her Candy Girl because she carries around candy? I thought it was because she was eye candy or something!"

               Everyone comments at once, their voices meshing into one through the call.

                In a quiet voice, Sero whispers, "She is the prettiest girl I've seen," His face heated up and giddily chuckled.

               Once again, everyone's voice mesh into one. The girls all squeal while Kaminari and Kirishima both scream incoherently.

              With a warm smile on his face, Sero turned into the next aisle, needing one last item. He approached the ramen and crouched down to look at the different brands and flavors. As he picked up a few from each flavor, he heard a pair of knees crack as someone crouched beside him. Peaking over, he sees Candy Girl looking at the brand he was hovering over.

           He raises his eyebrows and points at the ramen in front of him, questioningly. She nods quietly, holding up two fingers before pointing at the chicken flavor. Her lips morph into a matching smile. Wordlessly, he grabs two Chicken flavored Ramen and slipped them into her basket. Once again, she nods at him, but this time, before she left, she pointed at his basket and whispered, "Have fun!"

            She rose from her position, waving at him, then walking toward the cashier.

              "...ro? Earth to Sero?"

          "Huh, yeah?" He quickly checked the call, and only Kirishima was left in it.

         "You done yet? Most of us are already at Yaomomo's,"

         "Yeah, uh. I'm about to pay right now. Just thinking.."

         "About?"

          "How cute she is. Candy girl, I mean. And how I really want to ask her out," Sero sighs, watching as she gathered her bags and left the store, the bell ringing as the door shut.

         "That's what we've been telling you, man. By the way, I'm warning you right now, that's absolutely going to be a topic at the sleepover. The girls are really invested and want details,"

            "Man, why do we have to know so much math? We're going to be fighting villains! It's not like someone is going to stop me to ask me what sine over cosine is," Sero complains, weaving fingers through his hair as he stares blankly at the packet of homework in front of him.

           "Exactly! No civilian that needs saving is going to ask me what the difference between effect and affect is," Kaminari exclaims from beside Sero, chewing on his lunch.

          Both of them had put off their homework the previous night and are only now remembering to finish it. Only, Kaminari had given up on his to savor his lunch instead. He figured his grades would survive if he studied and got good grades in the next wave of tests.

          "We may be heroes in training, but we still are high school students.. You do know that, right? It comes after UA.. you know.. UA High School?" Kirishima chuckles nervously at them, running a hand through his bright red hair.

          He and Bakugo had finished their work and even compared answers to ensure everything was correct. They could only watch with their mouths agape as Sero and Kaminari took theirs' out and only their names were filled in. Kirishima could only laugh at them nervously, as Bakugo immediately began chastising them with very colorful language.

         "Hey, I only have the last page left. It should be fine," Sero chuckles nervously, shoveling rice into his mouth. "It's Kaminari you should be lecturing,"

          "Hey! Not cool!"

         "Not if you spend your entire lunch working and don't have enough fucking energy for training, idiot!"

          He knew if he didn't finish his homework, it could possibly screw over his grade in the long run. But if he didn't eat lunch, he wouldn't be at his strongest and be screwed for hero training. The only compromise he could come up with was to eat with one had and solve his math homework with the other.

          "Yeah! You got this, Sero!" Kaminari cheers from beside him.

          Relief washed over Sero as he flipped to the last page of the packet and found two questions printed on the page. That relief instantly transformed into dread as he realized they were word problems.

           "Damn it! Of Course Cytoplasm made the last page word problems!" Sero huffs.

           Kaminari peaks at the page, crumbs on his lips. "Oh, crap, dude. He so would."

          In his peripheral vision, he spots Kirishima grinning at him, and Bakugo watching him expectantly.

         "What are you two looking at?"

          "Looking at how stupid you are,"

          "Oh, nothing. You should get to your math work,"

          Skeptically, Sero peers down at the problems. As he processed the words in front of him, he gasps loudly. "They're calculator problems!" He loudly cheers.

         Kirishima's smile widens and he nods at his friends in front of him. Kaminari shouts out in relief. "Cytoplasm had mercy on us!! Lady Luck is on our side!"

         At this point, neighboring tables have all turned to look at them. All tables including Shinso and his pretty friend, the candy girl, who warmly smiled at their antics, her head resting in her hand.

          Sero giggled at Kaminari while glancing around at all the prying eyes. As his gaze wandered, they unconsciously are attracted to a pair of soft, e/c eyes. He feels the tips of his ears and his cheeks flush and his heart begin to race before he quickly clears his throat and turns back to his half eaten food.

         "Oh, dude, look. We got everyone looking at us. Including your Candy Girl," Kaminari teases, his voice dropping low and cooing at red-faced Sero.

         "Yeah, what of it?"

         "When are you going to ask for her number or something?

         "I don't know. When it comes up naturally, I guess," He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

         "You have fifteen minutes left. Shut your damn mouth and eat, flat face," Bakugo cuts him off, his tray empty.

         Wordlessly, Sero quickly writes down the answer to the problems and tucks it into his binder. He, then, piles his spoon and gives Bakugo a thumbs up with his vacant hand.

         With a mischievous grin on his face, Kaminari exchanged stares with Sero. He knew there was something stupid brewing in his brain, and he was a little scared to find out what. Especially considering what he last said. Ignoring the dread that settled into his stomach, he continued to eat.

         The second he took his eyes off him, Kaminari hastily grabbed Sero's math binder and threw it. The hefty binder's thud echoed through the whole cafeteria, momentarily silencing it. Even though the cafeteria was bustling and deafeningly loud, the silence somehow felt louder. Everyone eyed the binder that fell a few tables away from them. To make matters worse, it landed right beside Shinso Hitoshi and his gorgeous friend.

          A beat of quiet passed before the cafeteria's volume began to crescendo to it's original volume. Sero took that as his cue to go retrieve his binder. Though he was considering cutting his losses and just leaving it there. He thins his lips to a line and glares at Kaminari while he gets up.

         He had the audacity to wink at him and say, "You got this, Sero! Good luck, man."

         "If I wasn't so into my food, I would've flipped my tray onto you right now," Sero playfully responds. 

        "I can do it for you," Bakugo sadistically smiles. He grabbed his tray, and though it was mostly empty, there was still sauces and crumbs scattered around it.

        "I don't know about in the middle of the cafeteria, Bakugo," Kirishima sheepishly says, "We got enough stares for today,"

         "Yeah, whatever," Bakugo grumbles.

           Taking a deep breath, Sero walks directly to his binder, eyes not leaving it. While it only landed a few tables away, he felt like he was walking miles. He focused on the way he walked and the way he swung his arms to ignore he could feel eyes pricking into him like needles.

          When he finally reached his stupid binder, he bent down to grab it. A few feet away from him, under an empty seat, there was a small puddle of a red liquid. There was a chance it was juice left from breakfast this morning, but usually the janitors have the cafeteria cleaned perfectly. Shrugging, he hums before standing back up, however only purple eyes look back at him. 

           With a dry chuckle, Sero points at his binder. "Sorry, I, uh, dropped something,"

           "You're good," Shinso replies, his voice slightly shaking and a down turned smile on his lips, as if trying not to laugh. His fist pressed firmly against his mouth.

           Sero allows his eyes to flit over the seat across from Shinso. While Candy Girl's backpack and tray were there, she was not."Uh, where's your friend?" He asks, forcing himself to sound indifferent.

            Shinso's nose flares for a moment before the smile he was fighting fully blooms on his face. "You just missed her..She went to the bathroom,"

           "Oh, okay," he turns and returns to his table.

          "Dude, what did her friend say," Kaminari immediately asks.

         The entire group looked up at him, each with a bemused expression. Even Bakugo, who usually didn't care for Sero's "diabetes darling", was smiling knowingly at him.

         "He said she went to the bathroom. Why?" He slides his binder into his backpack before turning back to what's left of his tray.

         "Do you know what her quirk is?" Kaminari excitedly asks, practically yelling in his ear.

         "No. She was eliminated in the sports festival pretty early,"

         "Now we know!"

         "She saw you walking over and just melted, bro!" Kirishima blurts out, an adoring smile on his face.

        "She what?"

         "You didn't see the weird puddle on the ground?" Bakugo asks, as if it was the most obvious thing.

         "I thought someone spilled juice and they forgot to clean it up or something,"

        Kaminari suddenly bursts out in fits of giggles, "You quite literally made her melt!"

          "That's enough for today," Soft sun rays peaked through the gym's windows as Aizawa stood and began collecting his belongings. "Go shower and eat breakfast. And take it easy, overdoing it will give you opposite results."

          Because of his impressive performance during the sports festival, Shinso began his training with Aizawa for the hero course before school hours. Everything he was behind on,  Aizawa helped him with: Quirk training, costume design, support items, and most of all physical training.

          Shinso tiredly stared up at him from his position. He was sparring with Aizawa moments before when he had been body slammed, losing their brawl. Too exhausted to move just yet, he laid there on the cold gym floor, arms and legs littered with bruises.

          With a huff, Shinso forces himself back onto his feet, following his teacher's suit. "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, you're the home room for Class 1A, right?"

          "What of it?" Aizawa glances at him while he wraps his scarf around his hand.

          "What's your opinion of Sero Hanta?"

          Aizawa furrows his eyebrows in curiosity before closing his eyes and runs his free hand over his messy, tied up hair. "He has a good quirk and can use it well. He's not the brightest, but he makes up for it with his up-beat attitude. He'll be a good hero."

         Shinso hums approvingly before slinging his bag over his shoulder and exiting the gym. The grass around them gleamed, mildew still covering it.

         "Why do you want to know about him?" Aizawa questions while falling into step beside his student.

          "No reason,"

          "I answered your question. You answer mine,"

           Shinso hesitates, glancing at his mentors red eyes.  He takes in a deep breath of the clean, crisp air surrounding them before responding. "You aren't the type to involve yourself with student drama, so I guess I can tell you. I have a friend that's seen Sero at lunch, and she's into him. And he's very obviously into her."

           "You're right. I've seen more than enough school drama, drama exactly like that, for one lifetime. If I can help it, I'd rather not get involved,"

           "The problem is they haven't really talked. We only know his name because of the Sports Festival. We know nothing else about him,"

           "Ah, I see,"

            "Yeah, I figured if he was a horrible person, we should find out now rather than get to know the guy, and my friend gets taken advantage of or something similar,"

             "There are a few Class A students I'd suggest avoiding, but Sero isn't one of them. I'd even go as far as to say he's one of the better people in the class," they stopped as soon as they entered the large school, the humid, natural air being quickly replaced with cold, artificial air.

              "Tomorrow, same time, you know the drill," Aizawa reminds him before slinking off in the direction of the teachers' lounge.

             "Right," Shinso responds, heading towards the boys locker room.

              With the half hour he had remaining,  Aizawa took a quick shower before he settled into a corner in the teachers' lounge and attempted to finish updating a progress report on his students. Most of the information came easy; how they have improved and what weaknesses they still have, but there were some students that, while they did improve, it was skills that would improve inevitably with training it regularly.

           He chewed thoughtfully on a granola bar as he stared at Sero's file. The only weakness he could see was that his quirk wasn't necessarily strong. It was versatile but alone wouldn't do damage. Personality-wise, Sero was a fairly confident person. It shocked him that he didn't simply stride up to Shinso's friend and ask her out. Or perhaps he wrongfully assumed he was like Kaminari.

           Aizawa hummed before looking back down at the remaining 9 reports he had to complete. Without a second thought,  Aizawa shut the computer in front of him. He truly couldn't find it in him to be bothered right now.

          Grabbing his sleeping bag, Aizawa walks to his classroom, and as if on cue, the moment he reaches his class's familiar door, the bell loudly echoed through the halls.

           Students, all wearing UA's uniform, file into the halls. In spite of the early hours, each student energetically chatted with someone adjacent to them.

            Aizawa leaned against his door observing, and envying, the energy radiating off each student. Even when he was their age, he didn't have that liveliness.

         As he continued to observe each upbeat kid, a tired Shinso catches his eye, sticking out in the midst of beaming students. His pupil blinks at him repeatedly and harshly at him before gesturing with his eyes to the girl walking beside him, who was gazing affectionately at a very smitten Sero, who walked in the opposite direction of them.

           Sero's cheeks are dusted red and his eyes sparkle as he flashed a soft smile to Shinso's friend, who returned his smile and fiddled with her fingers as they passed each other. Even though the exchange lasted a handful of seconds, it certainly felt like an eternity.

           And, to add insult to injury, as Sero approached the door, he looked over his shoulder to steal one last glance at her disappearing figure, his lovesick smile still plastered on his face.

            Finally turning to take note of his surroundings, Sero immediately locked eyes with his teacher. Aizawa quirked a knowing black eyebrow at him. The faint red on his cheeks deepened and his soft smile morphed to a shocked expression. After a beat, the black-haired boy in front of him flashed an awkward, strained smile at him.

           "Mr. Aizawa! You're early.." he exclaims almost unsurely.

          "Never again," Aizawa sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose as he retreats into his sleeping bag in a corner of the room.

           That was absolutely a reminder of why he didn't get involved in students' affairs. Watching High School drama unfold unfortunately came with the job of being a High School teacher. He noticed how certain pairs in his class looked at each other, but those pairs at least have had a conversation before.

With a sigh, y/n loosens her grip on the railing in front of her. The crowd around her was still cheering for the match that had just been concluded. Shinso had been defeated by a boy from class 1A even though his victory was seemingly guaranteed.

That kind of defeat would have been difficult for anyone, but y/n knew it was especially hard on Shinso, who planned to place as well as he could to be transferred to the Hero Course. She knew how important it was to him and his self-worth, so she decided to allow Shinso a moment to process and accept his circumstances.

Y/n returned to her seat in the stands, crossing her arms over her chest as she tried planning what to tell her friend when she comforts him.

"Shinso did so good in that fight! None of us made it as far in the festival as he did. Though I'm sure we aren't surprised that I didn't make it.. Who knew he had such a cool quirk? Mine could never compare to his.." Self-Deprecating Mai gushes from beside her, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Yeah, he would've won the whole tournament if he didn't go against that specific kid. But everything happens for a reason, right? I'm going to go check on him then. I'll tell him you said that," y/n quickly responds, purposefully ignoring half of what she said, and purposefully not leaving her any room to interrupt.

Eager to flee from the company she found herself in, y/n stood from her seat, stopping only to stretch. But before she was able to take a step towards the door, Present Mic's voice cut through the crowd's chatter.

"Next up is..these guys! He's good! He's good, but what's with that plainness he just can't get rid of! From the hero course, Sero Hanata!"

A peak at the screen before her forces Y/n to reconsider her options, and against her better judgment, she sits back down. Even though Mai's nagging voice continued to assault her ears, she didn't mind as much. She could barely hear it anymore, anyway. Entering the arena was the beautiful stranger that crosses her path in the hallways and at lunch everyday.

They were only a month into the school year, yet this stranger had become a bright spot in her dull routine. Their stolen glances and their flustered exchanged smiles was something she looked forward to.

Sero's expression was a mix of focus and playfulness; his eyebrows were furrowed yet he flashed that wide smile of his that made her heart flutter.

"...Start!"

Before Present Mic could finish the word, Sero wraps his opponent in tape that was emitted from his strange elbows and swings him towards out of bounds. Just as quickly, the air became freezing, heavy, and silent. Sero's opponent froze him and the half of the stadium that was behind him.

Y/n jumps up from her chair and rushes to the railing for a double take. Sero was frozen into a mountain of ice that engulfed the stadium behind him.

"Sero has been immobilized. Todoroki moves on to the second round!"

Even when the winner was announced, the crowd stayed silent. No one in the audience seemed to be affected by the ice, yet they were all frozen.

With a shiver, y/n, almost hesitantly, pulled herself away from the railing and made her way to the door. Loud chants of "Don't worry about it!" echo through the tense stadium as she closes the door behind her.

The halls were almost uncannily empty. With so many people attending UA, it was rare to see not even a single person wandering the halls. It was almost eerie.

Grateful to be out of the halls, she opened the door and slid into the infirmary without a second thought. When she turned, she found Shinso, sitting on one of the beds, bent over himself with his head in his hands.

"Hey," At her voice, Shinso drops his hands, keeping his eyes on the floor and his posture the same, "How are you holding up?"

He gives her no response. His blank eyes were pointed at the floor, yet he wasn't looking at anything.

"Hey, I can't know for sure how you're feeling, but I do know that the crowd loved you and your quirk. Pros, our classmates, the entire stadium. They kept talking about how amazing your quirk is and how you fell through the cracks in the entrance exam."

Shinso slowly raised his bleak eyes to look at her.

"You definitely got the recognition you wanted. You're also the only person from the normal courses that got as far as you did, so you have an extremely good chance to be transferred to the hero course,"

Taking in and letting out a heavy breath, Shinso sits up and straightens his back, brushing off his defeated demeanor. "You're right," he finally murmurs back to her.

With a small smile, y/n sits beside him and drapes an arm over his shoulder, "And, let's be honest, if you didn't go up against that kid specifically, you definitely would've won, no question about it,"

"Especially against that Bakugo guy," Shinso chuckles, reciprocating her action.

"Oh, for sure! It would've been over before it even started! I just hope when you transfer into the Hero Course, you'll still hang out with some lowly General Studies student like me."

"If getting rid of you was that easy, I would've done it a long time ago. I think Self-Deprecating Mai has rubbed off on you,"

"She sat next to me in the stands. Do you think she's contagious? Am I infected, Toshi? Will I die?" Dramatically, y/n leans on Hitoshi and presses the back of her hand against her forehead.

"Unfortunately, you'll survive. Anyways, I'm feeling better. Let's go catch the rest of the tournament,"

"Before that," y/n digs a hand into her jacket's pocket. "I brought some candy. Want some?"

"Why are you so obsessed with these?" Despite his comment, Shinso takes a piece of candy from her hand before standing up and brushing off his dirty jacket.

As if on cue, the curtain behind them swung open with a screech as Recovery girl emerged from behind.

"Would you like candy, Recovery Girl?"

"Oh, no thank you, I'm not young anymore, I have to watch out for my diet," She turns to the computer on her desk.

"And your patient here?" She turned to the bed behind the Healer.

Familiar black hair was splayed out on the pillow. Though the blanket was pulled up to his nose, no doubt from the frostbite he had gotten from his match, his eyes curiously peaked out from between his bangs and the dull white of the bedding.

"Don't mind if I do," his typically confident, steady voice trembled as he reached his, also shivering, hand out. He softly plucked out an orange-flavored one from her pile.

"I can throw away the trash for you, if you want," Y/n felt her heart begin to beat faster in her chest from her boldness. She willed her voice not to crack or tremble, and for once, her voice complied with her. She asked the same of her hand, yet they were not as merciful as her voice.

Sero, maintaining eye contact with her, unwrapped the candy and placed it in his mouth while subtly licking his fingers at the same time. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and a heat spread throughout her body.

With a silent gulp, y/n reaches out to take the wrapper, her hand hovering over his momentarily before grabbing it from his frigid palm.

"Thanks," Sero's deep eyes never wandering from hers.

"Yeah.."

The slam of the door breaks them out of their trance. Y/n jumped back from the bed, her face burning red, and Sero cleared his throat before burrowing into his blanket, his face a matching shade of red.

A boy with bright yellow hair rolled in, giggling stupidly to himself.

Y/n looked back at her purple-haired classmate, who stared at her with a raised eyebrow and a small, teasing smirk. With a cough, y/n hurriedly makes her way back to Shinso's side before they leave the infirmary.

"Take care, you two," Recovery softly calls out to them.

"You too," both Shinso and Y/n reply in unison.

As soon as the door behind them closed with a click, Shinso turned to her, his amused, smug grin widened. "I'm surprised you didn't start sucking each other's face. Bravo, so much self-restraint."

"I have no idea what you're talking about ," her face burning brighter than it had before.

"As if. I almost choked from how much tension there was,"

"Oh, whatever," Y/n walks away from him.

"If someone didn't interrupt, you definitely would've helped warm him up, if you get what I mean." He follows behind her, his voice remaining annoyingly monotonous.

"Oh, sorry, did you say something? I don't talk to losers,"

"You lost way earlier than I did. Also, I think you're mistaken. You can't hear me because you're too busy mentally making out with Elbows back there,"

          The cafeteria was bustling with students from every class in UA, each with their own unique appearance. The hundreds of unique voices of all ranges and volumes combined to make the room deafeningly loud, louder than any she's used to anyway. Y/n was forced to almost yell to talk to the purple-haired boy sitting across from her.

"I know we literally just started school, but what's up with our class immediately making cliques?"

"I have no clue. I did notice that though. I also noticed how you did everything to not interact with any of them," Shinso glanced lazily at her before taking another bite of his lunch.

"Ok, in my defense, it was between the assholes, the rich, the stoners, and you. Either way, I know you, and I'd take you any day over having to take my chances with Sue who looked like she had cocaine in her bag."

Shinso quirked his eyebrow at her.

          Y/n and Hitoshi had met in middle school and quickly became close friends. When the time to sign up for high schools rolled around, they both applied for UA, hand in hand. And together, they both failed their physical entrance exam. However, the silver lining was that despite not making it into UA's hero course, they both still made it into UA and into the same general studies class.

"What's the face for? Who do you think I should be friends with? Cocaine Sue, Self-deprecating Mai, or Shinso, my friend I've known since the first year of middle school?"

"There's only one right option. And it's Cocaine Sue. Maybe she can give us a boost to get us through the year,"

"You want her to get us through the year? I hate to be that person, but I'll be surprised if she doesn't get expelled by next month," y/n's eyes sweep across the tables surrounding them, "Just based on the people sitting around us, I could tell you what clique they fall into."

"I don't know what else you expect. Everyone's looking for someone else to pass the time with, and they pick people that they share qualities with,"

"I guess so," she murmurs in defeat before pausing, "Hey, isn't that the guy from the sludge villain incident?" Y/n nods her head to a group sitting three tables away.

"Huh, it is. Small world."

Her e/c eyes take in his spiky hair and how he snaps at a boy sitting across from him. She watches the boy laugh at the rude comment thrown his way, his shiny, black hair swaying with each chuckle. His face beaming with a wide, gorgeous smile.

Heat floods her, her cheeks morphing from their natural color to a red.

"Holy crap, he's cute," she murmurs.

"Someone caught your eye?" Shinso hums curiously.

"Yeah," she dreamily replies, "On the same table as the sludge victim, the one with the black hair,"

Shinso leans on the table thoughtfully as he examines the black-haired boy.

"I will never understand your taste,"

She ignored Shinso's jab as she watched the beautiful stranger talk to his friend about who knows what. She knew it wasn't smart to fall for someone she knew nothing about, yet the more she observed him, the more details she would notice about him that made her abandon any common sense: how expressive he was, how excitedly he would comment on something, how he shared parts of his meal with the people around him.

Even more so, everything about his eyes. His wide eyes were the color of the night sky and reflected his every emotion, a peak into his soul. Eyes that were now looking back at her.

Y/n's breath hitched in her throat and her heart began to quicken. He gazed at her with his mouth slightly agape and his expression unreadable. She knew she had gotten caught staring at him, yet somehow she couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes away from his when they were sparkling so prettily. It felt as if she was drowning in pools of ink, and she couldn't be bothered to save herself.

"Oh, do you remember when Present Mic said the homework was due?" Shinso's monotone voice forces y/n out of her daze.

Reluctantly, she glanced one last time at the stranger's endearing dazed face before turning to Shinso "Man, you suck,"

"Hey, I was listening to Cocaine Sue talk about some sketchy warehouse party she's going to,"

"Oh, I can't blame you. You've definitely got your priorities in check. It was Wednesday, I think,"

In spite of the fact that she hadn't completely finished her tray of food, Y/n pulled out a handful of hard, fruity candies from her backpack. She placed them between her and Shinso as they both tossed it into their mouths. Yet, she couldn't enjoy the flavor to the fullest, or even completely focus on Shinso who was attempting to remember the details of Cocaine Sue's party. She could still sense a certain pair of black eyes lingering on her.

The bell rang out, signaling the end of lunch. The entire cafeteria almost seemed to vibrate as every student returned to their respective class.

Shinso stands, watching as Y/n stares at the food that remained in her tray. "What a waste of good food," she murmurs.

"Yeah, no one can compare with LunchRush's food. Anyways, go to class without me, I'm going to the bathroom,"

"Need me to hold your hand?"

"No, I'll survive,"

As Shinso walked away, y/n began to collect candy wrappers that were piled on the table. Despite pushing the trash into the tray, it stubbornly resisted against her.

She huffed and ignored it, making her way to the nearest trash can. As if to taunt her, while she moved to dump the contents of the tray, the entire pile of colorful paper plummeted to the floor.

A groan forces its way out of her throat as she sets her tray with the other dirty ones and crouches to pick up her litter.

She cursed Shinso's and her sweet tooth as she picked up the waste scattered around her. She had only plucked a few when another pair of hands joined her.

When they had finally picked everything up, she looked up to thank the kind person only to find familiar black eyes looking back at her, a soft, charming smile on his soft lips.

Her heart began to loudly pound in her ears despite trying to calm herself. She could only pray that he couldn't hear it too or that he didn't notice her hand subtly shaking as she took the wrappers from his warm, soft outstretched hand.

She couldn't help herself as her eyes trailed from his now empty hand to his strangely shaped elbow to his muscular build to his lopsided smile. No matter how much she looked, she couldn't find an imperfect quality of his to hold against him. Even his presence was warm and magnetic, tempting her to stay in it for an eternity.

His own gaze flitted from her hand to her face, pausing a moment longer on her lips. He averts his eyes back to her hand, still hovering over his, as he gingerly wets his lips.

Her cheeks flushed red as she snapped out of her trance and rose from her crouching position. The stranger in front of her quickly followed, his cheeks also painted a soft red.

Y/n hurriedly tossed the candy wrappers before bowing to him. "Thanks for that," she softly murmured before turning and walking in the direction of her class.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, her heart returned to its natural rhythm and her mind cleared, replaced by a giddy feeling in her chest. She giggled and replayed the interaction in her mind as she continued the short walk to her classroom.

BLACK EAGLES

Edelgard

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Hubert

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯. 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 || 𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋♪

Ferdinand

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Caspar

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Linhardt

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Bernadetta

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Petra

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Dorothea

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Monica

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

Jeritza

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

GOLDEN DEERS

Claude

AGENCY

Fukuzawa Yukichi

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Kunikida Doppo

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Edogawa Ranpo

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Yosano Akiko

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Dazai Osamu

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Nakajima Atsushi

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Tanizaki Junichiro

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Tanizaki Naomi

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Tayama Katai

𝐚𝐝𝐚 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

MAFIA

Mori Ougai

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Ozaki Kouyou

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Kajii Motojiro

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Nakahara Chuuya

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

𝐜. 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 || 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 ♫

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Akutagawa Gin

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Higuchi Ichiyou

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Tachihara Michizou

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Oda Sakunosuke

𝐩𝐦 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

GUILD

Fitzgerald Francis

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Alcott Louisa

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Montgomery Lucy

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Twain Mark

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Hawthorne Nathaniel

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Mitchell Margaret

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Lovecraft HP

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Steinbeck John

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Poe Edgar

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

OTHERS

Sakaguchi Ango

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Shibisawa Tatsuhiko

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Mushitaro Oguri

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Goncharov Ivan

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Dostoyevsky Fyodor

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

𝐟. 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 || 𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 ♪

Nikolai Gogol

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Sigma

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Okura Teruko

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Jouno Saigiku

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Suehiro Teccho

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄 ♪

Byleth, at the beginning of the year, made the mistake of recognizing and announcing those who had the highest scores on a test. When you and Hubert were tied for having the best score, the competition began.

As the days pass and the assignments pile, you find the neutrality you held for your rival subsiding to playful competition. Each assignment was perfected simply to surpass Hubert. Whenever you two were around each other, pointed comments were used to jab the other’s sides.

After some time, accidental late night encounters at the library turned into daily promised meetings. Nights full of frantic studying morphed into joint study sessions accompanied by coffee, snacks, and friendly banter.

Suddenly the chores and projects you were assigned to work with Hubert became more enjoyable, and you would even approach him about subjects you were weak in and vice versa.

Though as you become closer to him, the competition between the both of you becomes more intense. Anything from magic, to cooking skills are used to compare skills and prove to be better than the other

Hubert would definitely respect you a lot more than the rest of your classmates, and while it’s not the most obviously, you can tell from his lack of glares, grins, and threats thrown toward you

He appreciates anyone that can be a useful asset to lady edelgard, so when someone shows up that’s as capable as he is, he treats you with an uncanny amount of kindness

The party would be big with mountains of food and colorful lights. Because he’s the Almyran king, it takes place in Almyra.The golden deer and his closer companions from Fodlan would still definitely get invited.

While the party was huge and crowded, the actual wedding/legal stuff had only his and your closest friends. He wanted at least that to be a special moment for the two of you. An intimate secret to be kept away, for only a handful to know.

Claude would hire the best tailor in Almyra to ensure your dress would be comfortable, light, and well-fitted but stunning and elegant.

The food would be whatever his and your favorite foods are, no matter how improper or not elegant it is.

When the food came out and you were permitted to retreat to your small, hidden dinner table, you were both drained, almost deflated, from all the interactions and movements. Quiet conversation and murmured jokes fill the air

When he was putting the jewelry on you, most couldn't tell but he was shaking. Poor dude was so nervous to mess something up in front of so many people or in front of you. He had imagined it so many times and wanted nothing more than for it to be perfect.

The first dance the two of you share is slow with his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders. At that moment, the guests, the entire world even, seemed to slip away. The only thing that mattered was your breath on his neck and his eyes locked with yours.

Claude is the debkeh king and you cannot tell me otherwise. He will get into it like no other. He leads the line with Nader after him and they slowly pull everyone into the line.

Your wedding night is not in fact filled with sex. That is a white people thing tbh. Your both way too tired to do anything other than sleep. It was a struggle to get out of all the hair pins, makeup, shoes and wedding dress to begin with. Though, I will say there was a lot of cuddling and kissing.

Edelgard

Somewhere only we know (Keane)

In spite of how busy she is, Edelgard’s love language is quality time. The second she has a break from her duty, she’ll take you away from people and responsibilities, to explore or just to drink in your presence. Her love is adventurous and cheerful, almost as to compensate for the childhood that was stolen from her. While she isn't the type to initiate kisses, she will melt if you kiss her anywhere, especially her cheeks.

On busy days, Edelgard hides away on the roof in order to make for a quick break. If you are near, she’ll send someone to fetch you, so she can have someone to lean on.

You are the only one who will be able to get under her emperor facade. She won’t have to regulate emotions or be mindful of herself. Being able to get her to trust enough that she completely lets go makes you her paradise.

While she isn't necessarily against PDA, she won't initiate because she always has a goal in mind when in front of people. If you initiate, she will become putty and forget her goal which will end up with Hubert being irritated that his plan needs to be saved or modified.

Hubert

I wanna be yours (Arctic Monekys)

On the rare occasion that you can get Hubert to love you, he loves hard, obsessively even. His very being is motivated by love, everything he does. His love language is gift giving with some acts of service. He isn't one for saying I love you, in words, but when he does, he's poetic and careful with how he does it. Almost as if you were to blink, you’d miss it entirely. However, if he were away for war and you were stuck somewhere else, his letters would contain nothing but endearments and poetic love confessions.

He’s not a huge fan of PDA but can look past linking arms or hand holding. Hubert is a decently traditional man, and he wouldn't want to lay with you sexually or not before marriage. But if you catch him in the library with no one around, he wouldn't mind letting you lean on him or wrap yourself in his arms.

Don’t be surprised to find little things you like in places you frequent. Hubert knows how busy both his and your schedules can be and how rarely they synchronize, so he leaves something to help you push through the day whenever he can. Things like a cup of water, a snack, or a damp rag to ensure you’re taking care of yourself. Everything accompanied with a black flower, of course. He especially loves when you acknowledge or thank his acts. He’s one that loves feeling useful and caring for you

Ferdinand

Until I found you (Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold)

With loving Ferdinand, you receive a romance only spoken of in books. He absolutely spoils you as much as he can with the finest things and shows you off at every chance he can.

His love language is quality time and words of affirmation. He needs to have something with you every day or so to motivate himself. Should you drink tea with him, he’ll ensure the treats and tea are your favorite. Should you both have a free day, he’ll take you to see his territory. You make him feel alive, human even.

Though everything you do makes his cheeks flush red, he’ll absolutely melt when you verbalize your love for him. Compliment his hair, he’ll light up and compliment you in return. Praise him for his work, he’ll puff his chest with pride and smile for the rest of the day. But tell him you love him and watch his cheeks turn red, his noble facade fade, and his tongue still. He needs someone to remind him that he has worth outside his title.

Caspar

Paper Rings (Taylor Swift)

Caspar approaches his love with a passion that rivals how he feels for training. He loves taking you to train with him, no matter if you spar with him, if he carries you while running or if you sit on his back while he does push ups.

He likes giving (strange) gifts to you. Expect him to bring you random things he finds cool or reminds him of you. Screaming, he’ll run across the entire camp to show you a cool rock he found in the mess hall. When he’s forced to separate from you, he’ll make it a point to send the small things with a messenger or save them for you.

Giving him a place by your side means more to him then you realize. To love Caspar is to love him whether he is brimming with determination or anxiety. He’ll only allow you to see his moments of true weakness, when he actually lets his mind race. His future has never been guaranteed, so having you helps anchor his fears for the future.

Linhardt

Bloom (The Paper Kites)

Linhardt is one for soft, subtle love with his love languages being physical touch and acts of service. His love is like the feeling of nuzzling into you after a long day or gentle hands caressing his face. He will follow you around, no matter what you are doing. If he can lean on you, sleep on you, or touch you while you're attending to your business, he will, but if he can’t, he’ll stay a safe distance and patiently wait for you to finish.

Though, for physical touch, it’s not how you would expect. Linhardt would find comfort in smaller, simpler touches: leaning his legs against yours, his pinkie intertwined with yours, your breath brushing against his face softly. If, at some point, you decide to brush his hair, he won't brush his hair again. He’ll waddle up to you with his tired eyes and his brush and ask you to brush his hair for him.

Saying “I love you” for Linhardt are murmurs as he falls asleep or when he knows you're asleep while he’s indulging his curiosity for crests. Though he says it in other ways when you're sick or unwell. He’ll have all your work done and allow you to truly rest to repay what you do for him.

Bernadetta

Kindergarten (Chloe Moriondo)

Bernadetta loves through gifts and quality time. Most gifts she gives will be handmade gifts. She adores cute little matching sets both you and her can wear.

You're the only person she allows in her sanctuary (her room). She trusts you enough to not overthink around you which automatically makes you better than most. Her room is somewhere she can forget about the outside world’s troubles.

With dating Bernadetta, you can expect her to use you as a shield from other people, often talking from behind you. She finds fiddling with your hand or sleeve to be more comforting than her own hands or clothes. Your presence, visibly, makes her perk up. Watch her paranoid eyes soften and her cowering posture straighten when you walk into a room.

Petra

Oasis (Jasmine Thompson)

Petra, for you, will do her research on romantic gestures of Fodlan. She will ask everyone she knows, she searches books and studies them to please you and to assure herself that you feel loved. Though when you do the same for Brigid’s acts of love, she’ll become speechless and get uncharacteristically flustered.

She'll be absolutely ecstatic if you tell her you want to go with her to Brigid. She would begin teaching you the basics of the language and traditions, so you don’t feel completely lost as she did when she came to Fodlan.

Petra adores your hair with her entire being. No matter where you are or when, she absentmindedly combs her fingers through your hair or braids it. She won't realize how much she loves playing with your hair while talking to you about a topic of curiosity. When she does, expect her to invite you away to do just that.

Dorothea

Willow (Jasmine Thompson)

After being in the Opera Company and adored by many for years, Dorothea finds comfort in the little things she has left for herself. Especially in relationships, she keeps a private, not secret boundary.

At random, she will pull you close to fix your clothes, allowing her hands to linger and her fingers to softly graze. Needing something beside you, she allows herself to especially lean on you. If you hand her something, she grabs it rather slowly, allowing her hand to rest on yours momentarily.

After long, draining days, Dorothea will insist on slipping away with you. To her, it matters not what you do or talk about if you speak to begin with. Her depleted attitude will gradually recover as she absorbs your face’s creases and curves.

Her heart and mind both at ease, leaving her attractive facade at the camp. With you, she's Dorothea, not the Mystical Songstress. With you, she cares not for any stray hairs, any imperfections in her skin, and malfunctions in her wardrobe, but instead for the wind that sways around her and you, the accelerated beating of her heart, and your warm, welcoming presence.

Monica

Cloud 9 (beach bunny)

Monica’s love is unlike her admiration for Edelgard, instead it’s more slowed, believe it or not. Her infatuation is spent on Her Majesty, so when it comes to a relationship, Monica needs something that's soft and requited.

Because she rises at unreasonably early hours, Monica tends to you while you're asleep. She leaves you a cup of water and puts everything you’ll need for the day together. Beside it, a note with Monica’s uniquely curly handwriting on it, expressing her love for you.

When she returns, it will likely be after you’ve fallen asleep. Monica will quietly join you under the covers, wrapping her arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. The warmth that emits from you comforts her, nothing like the biting cold of the cell she was in.

Jeritza

Valentine (laufey)

Both Death Knight and Jeritza, even if he refuses to admit it, both adore anyone who's stronger than him. The thrill of battle plays with the Death Knight’s heart, and the possibility of death with his head. In contrast, your skills with a weapon remedies his worries and promises him someone to stay by his side.

Despite his elegance with a weapon, he’s terribly clumsy with tasks that require a steady, gentle hand. He wants nothing more than to help you when you are cooking, but the second you assign him a task, it somehow goes wrong. “Measure the flour, would you, Emile?” you tell him; almost immediately there’s a coating of flour on the table and in his hair. “Fill the pot with water, darling,” you hum; the pot suddenly slips through his hand, and the water manages to put out the fire.

He has never been one for words. If it were up to him, he wouldn't utter one more word to anyone except occasionally you or his sister. He would rather feel the warmth of your body against his, your fingers running through his unruly hair, and the soft brush of your lips against his.

fitzgerald francis:

possessive af, my love, my darling, my beauty, etc

alcott louisa:

rarely uses them, maybe dear

montgomery lucy:

i cant see her using them

twain mark:

babe only (fuckboi vibes)

hawthorne nathaniel:

rarely uses them but prolly dear if any

mitchell margaret:

sugar, doll, cupcake, plum, darling, PUDDING!!3&;$: every old-timey one in the book.

lovecraft hp

prolly none- clings onto your name

steinback john

darling, doll, baby, sweetie, pumpkin

poe edgar:

sakaguchi ango:

doesnt use petnames :) identities n names r important to him

shibisawa tatsuhiko:

ABSOLUTELY MY GEM OR MY RUBY

mushitaro oguri:

my dandelion, my blood, my being

goncharov ivan:

my love, my life, my heart

dostoyevsky fyodor:

darling prolly smth russian idk would prolly use "good boy/girl" in a condescending way 

nikolai gogol:

hE WOULD PULL THE MOST RANDOM STUPID THING "ok my fork🤨"

sigma:

prolly wouldnt use them much but dear 👀

okura teruko:

babe/baby idk she just seems like type

jouno saigiku:

beautiful, honey, lovely prolly doesnt use them much but when he does it's rlly sweet

suehiro teccho:

mori ougai:

darling, dear, love, v classy man, sweet/sweetness as well :))

ozaki kouyou:

darling, gorgeous/handsome, lovely

kajii motojiro:

babe, lime, doll, flower

nakahara chuuya:

pudding. idk why it just fits. doll

akutagawa ryunosuke:

prolly none. idk he isn't affectionate

akutagawa gin:

proly darling if any

higuchi ichiyou:

prolly almost none, maybe if (when) she gets comfortable, beautiful

tachihara michizou:

babe, doll, plum (dont ask idk)

oda sakunosuke: