a/n: whenever i was sick, my mom told me to drink coke. i’m sick right now but i’ve evolved to keep chugging coffee no matter what my organs tell me.
summary: snapshot series. a snapshot of kirishima taking care of you when you’re sick. kirishima x gn!reader.
cw: no pronouns used, food, cuddling, fluff, descriptions of being sick and the symptoms associated with it (coughing, mucus, congestion, runny nose, fatigue, body aches), slightly suggestive at the end (slightly slightlllyyyy, it’s just the reader teasing kirishima).
word count: 1,529.
“Babe.”
Kirishima’s soft words and gentle voice break through the haze of sleep, but you can’t find the energy to open your eyes or answer appropriately. There’s an exhaustion behind your throat, but you chalk it up to having slept late last night and not the fact that you had been coughing out the mucus in your throat all day yesterday.
“Babe, wake up,” Kirishima says. “You’re gonna be late for work.”
He touches your bare shoulder; then, he touches your face, less of a caress and more of a check. Finally, he presses the palm of his hand against your searing forehead and you hear him tsk.
“[Name], you’re burning up,” he says. “Baby, I told you to take medicine last night.”
“It’s fine,” you mumble, pushing his hand off of your face. “Just five more minutes and then I’ll get up.”
Despite the certainty in your voice, it had taken an enormous amount of effort to even say that much. You don’t tell him that you are now fully aware that the exhaustion behind your voice is actually one that is spread throughout your entire body, that there is an ache and a weight on all your limbs. You slowly grab the blanket that has fallen near your waist and pull it up to your chin, but there’s another feeling in the back of your mind that tells you to kick it off. No air goes through your nose, either, so you’re forced to breathe heavily through your mouth.
Maybe it’s a little bit more than sleeping late, you think vaguely.
Kirishima, on the other hand, is positive it’s more than sleeping late.
“I’m calling your work,” he announces, snatching your phone off your bedside table and unlocking it with his fingerprint.
“No,” you groan. “I can make it. They need me.” You get up and push the blankets off to show that you’re mentally and physically capable—only, you don’t actually do it. It’s all in your head. When the image fades, you realize that you’re still in bed, curled underneath the sheets.
Kirishima doesn’t respond. He calls your boss, his voice fading as he steps out of the room—“Hi, Mr. Takahara? It’s Red Riot, [Name]’s boyfriend. Yes, sir, so [Name]’s…”
You smile against the pillow. He hates using his status to get his way. You snicker, feeling warm not because of the blankets but because of how much he loves you.
Moments later, you’re shaken from your sleep. Kirishima makes you sit up, drink water, and take medicine; his voice is stern when you try to talk your way out of the medication, voice slurred with sick and sleep. Once done, he tucks you back into the bed and surrounds you with pillows from his side. Your eyes flutter open briefly when you hear objects being placed on your nightstand: he sets down for you a cup of water, a cup of coke, and a box of tissues.
You ask him what your boss said, but he doesn’t answer; you think that you might’ve imagined yourself asking him, but before you can figure it out, the door closes softly and you sink into the comfortable hold of fabric and fall asleep.
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The next time you wake up, you’re congested, you’re consistently clearing your throat, your back and shoulders ache, but you feel better overall. Better and overall are used very loosely. You can at least open your eyes with ease and sit up without major issues. You grab a tissue from the side, feeling your nose running even though you still can’t breathe through your nostrils, and then drink the rest of the water.
You’re glad that Kirishima called in for you. Going into the office like this would’ve been hellish, deadlines be damned. They’d survive without you for a day.
You glance around for the TV remote and see that Kirishima had placed it beside your water. You turn on the TV, put on a random YouTube video, and then start scrolling through the available restaurants in the DoorDash app, thinking that you should probably order soup even though you’re craving something more filling. You think you should also shoot Kirishima a text message, just to let him know you’re awake and okay since he’s at work.
But then the door opens, and Kirishima peeks his head into the bedroom. His hair is tied in a low ponytail, and he’s wearing your gray headband to keep stray hairs from his face.
“Hey, baby,” he greets. “You feeling better?”
“Eijirou,” you say, surprised, “you didn’t go in today?”
He frowns, opening the door further to lean against the frame. You see that he’s wearing an apron, and now that the is wide open, you can smell the scents of food simmering on the kitchen stove.
“‘Course not,’” he says. “You’re sick. I asked Bakugou to cover for me so I could make sure you’re okay.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, feeling bad that he has to miss work for you. It’s just a mild flu, you think; it’s nothing that you can’t handle, but you see him shake his head.
“I have to,” he insists. “I want to.”
Your cheeks warm, and you know it’s not the sickness.
“Hungry yet?”
You nod.
“Okay, I’m almost done. I’ll bring it in.”
“No, I can come out,” you say. You swing your legs over the bed and stand up. Kirishima steps inside and watches you intently, waiting to catch you in case you stumble, but you reassure him that it’s mild and roll your eyes, though your stomach flips in contentment at the close attention as though you’ve only been dating for a couple days and not several years. You grab the big pillow off the bed and follow behind him out of the room.
You lay down on the couch. Instead of checking on the stove, Kirishima follows you and grabs the blanket from the other couch, tucking you back in; he grabs the remote, turns on the TV, and places it in your hands. When he leans forward to kiss your forehead, you turn your face, whining in embarrassment—“I’m sick and sweaty, stop”—but he kisses you anyways and says, “Worth it.”
While you put on Princess Mononoke, you settle down into the cushions, listening to Kirishima whistle and hum alongside the movie’s soundtrack. You scroll through the random apps on your phone, reading tweets and threads until the music and warmth make your eyes flutter closed. Soon, you dip back into the Sandman’s realm.
&&
It feels like seconds later that you feel Kirishima’s large hand pressing against your forehead.
“Good, fever’s down,” he says. “Come on, baby, food’s ready.”
He helps you sit up despite your groaning complaints, but when you’re finally on the floor with the blanket in your lap and the feast on the coffee table, your stomach grumbles. Kirishima has set out several plates of white rice, glazed chicken, sunny-side up eggs, and vegetables (you’re surprised to see kimchi on the table because that means he went out of his way to go to the only market—forty minutes away—in Musutafu that sells it). There’s also a bowl of peeled oranges on your side of the table. To your right is a cup of water, a cup of coke, and your medication.
You reach out to squeeze his knee lovingly; if you weren’t sick, you would kiss him. “Thanks, Eijirou,” you whisper.
“Of course.” He fills your bowl up first and gives it to you, making sure that you enjoy your meal with several bites before filling his own bowl. “Eat, then take your medicine, and then you can sleep again, okay?”
“Okay,” you say in between chewing.
The two of you eat in quiet, watching the protagonists get closer together on the screen. Whenever Kirishima notices you finishing your vegetables, he adds more into your bowl. Eventually, you make your way back under the covers and against the couch cushions, and Kirishima feeds you the orange slices.
“You love me so much,” you tease after the third slice fed to you.
He’s not embarrassed, though. He smiles, a smile that’s big and wide and sincere. “I love you so much,” he repeats.
Even though you were the one teasing him, his unabashed declaration as he reaches for another slice makes you feel embarrassed for some reason. In retaliation—because you can’t be the only one red-faced—you suck playfully on his fingers with the next orange wedge. Kirishima jerks his hand back; his ears turn darker than his hair, and he snaps at you, “[Name], that’s not fair; you’re sick!”
Later, as you’re falling asleep, suspended between twilight and the full darkness of the Sandman’s world, you hear the clanking of dishes as Kirishima puts the food away and washes the plates. Then, you feel him scoop you into his strong arms and take you to the bedroom where he tucks you underneath the covers right beside him. You sigh, losing yourself fully into the hazy fog and his body heat, and he intertwines his fingers with yours in the dim light.
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You didn't state if you meant make or female characters so you get both my good dude.
Shinso
I headcannon him as being on the alternative spectrum himself so he'd be happy with a goth girlfriend not that he actively seeks one he'd just be pleased he had someone who could paint his nails and talk about horror movies with.
Denki
He would jump on that 'hot big tiddy goth gf' bandwagon in a flash. Not sure he has the actual energy to keep up with how extra one could be though.
Sero
Again, not actively seek one for the sake of it but finds all the culure with it super chill and interesting. Would enjoy the gig and soical scene. He'd be that one rake thin guy looking lost in a mosh pit but also enjoying it.
Mina
The fashion and the drama baby, she's down for that, she'd bounce off of your dark goth look with neons and pastel versions, she'd try and match you on nights out but with her own style. She'd kill a man for a equally extra girlfriend to hang out with and do make up looks on.
Jiro
Jiro would be speechless seeing you all decked out, too gay to function over how great you look. You guys would listen to music together alot.
Tokoyami
I feel he would ever only ever date goth girls because he feels comforable being all dark and brooding or he'd avoid them because he's already extra enough for two people.
Momo
If it was gothic lolita she'd be super happy to go out dress shopping with you, fancy brands? sure, she'd love to see you all cute in a matching frilly dress with her.
Present Mic/Hizashi
He's very into the alternative fashion, he'd really be into but not in a creepy way, you guys would go clothes shopping and he would pick up everything and be like 'YOU'D LOOK SO GOOD IN THIS' like the incredibly supportive and loud man he is.
Prompt: A certain Pro-Hero’s taken a liking to you. So much so that he visits you in the dead of night after particularly difficult patrols.
Ship: Shouta Aizawa x Reader
Content: Fluff, That’s it I was feeling soft,
A/N: I had this idea WEEKS back but when I tried to rewrite it from the first draft to now it just didnt work out. Like I don’t know what the hell it was but it wasn’t coming together. BUT today that hurricane rain came in strong as hell and inspiration struck. Does it flow? I think it does. Does the tone stay consistent? Probably not but it’s part of the learning process. And honestly I loved writing it so whatever :’) I hope you guys enjoy it
Few things in Shouta's life truly brought him peace.
He could list them off on one hand if he needed to: the cat cafe that sat on the outskirts of town, a good cup of coffee, the small cabin he owned in the mountains down south, and of course you.
Standing in the doorway to your kitchen, as you busied yourself with making two cups of coffee, he remembered why.
Things were simple with you. When he watched you like this, it was easy for him to pretend just for a second that the two of you lived an ordinary, domestic life. Together.
It's not that he didn't enjoy his hero work, quite the opposite; in fact, he loved it. But when you were around, it was almost as if he craved to settle down, start a family, and just live a normal life like any other civilian could.
But he knew better.
He wasn't a chart-topper hero like All Might or Endeavour, but he still made enemies for himself as he worked. Which meant no one close to him was safe from them as long as he was active.
Hell, his colleagues didn't even know of your existence. But that was mostly because Shouta only visited you in the late hours of the night. After rough patrols, when he needed to destress, he came to you.
It wasn't often. He didn't want to make it a habit of relying on you in case things went south. But, there were nights where his body ached to be with you, and he just couldn't turn himself away from your cozy apartment.
While he lost himself in thought as he watched you, you smiled to yourself as you whipped up some small snacks to go along with your coffee.
"I was wondering when you were going to show up."
The soft tone of his voice broke him out of his trance. It sent small tremors down his spine as a feeling he can only describe as "comfort" settled in the tired crevices of his body. He raised an eyebrow at your back, "How did you know I was here?"
You press your lips together, preventing a full-blown smile from spreading over your lips. Truthfully, you'd heard the click of your balcony door opening earlier. That, paired with the unknown feeling which had been sitting in the pit of your stomach, had alerted you of the Pro-Heroe's arrival.
Breathy laughter fell from your lips, "Just a feeling."
His eyes narrowed at your back as you put the last finishing touches on the drinks and food items at hand.
"What? Like a sixth 'Shouta instinct' or something?" he snorts.
Now, you let out small giggles, "Yeah, something like that."
And then you turn around, and for Shouta, the world stops.
He really should be used to it by now. Really, he should.
It's not like this is the first time he's seen you. He's seen you plenty of times before, but for some reason, it's almost like every single time is the first time.
His eyes drink in the contours of your face. The way sharp edges contrasted with softer curves. The shape of your nose, the quirk of your lips, the way your eyes light up when your gaze lands on him.
God, he's always overwhelmed when he sees you for the first time. His body screams at him to reach out and hold a hand against your face. He wonders if you'd nuzzle your face into the callouses of his hands or if you'd just simply smile at him, content to have him touching you in some sort of way.
The grip he has on his biceps tightens as he crosses his arms tightly to avoid reaching out to you.
He doesn't have that luxury.
You barely notice, still giving him a full-lipped smile as you move towards him with a full cup of coffee. In his 'special' mug nonetheless.
It's a simple little kitten mug you had picked up in some bookstore you'd been browsing. He'd been caught off guard when you presented it to him the first time, that he couldn't help the full-body laugh he had let out.
"I couldn't get a cat, no pets allowed in the apartment." You had said with a small shrug, avoiding his gaze, "Thought this would be the next best thing."
It had quickly become one of many items deemed as "his" within your apartment.
"Every night I get that feeling, you show up," you say as you elaborate on your previous statement.
You're standing in front of him now, an arm's length away, waiting for his hands to reach out so you can pass the mug to him.
"Every, single, time," you say as you push the mug into his outstretched hands, fingers brushing against his for a mere moment.
He inhales sharply as he feels your fingers brush his for that small second. Just that tiny brush has his skin on fire. His hands felt electric.
You look at him with wide eyes and an even wider smile as you hear him take a deep breath. You mistakenly assume it's to smell the coffee, "It's a new brew! It smells just divine, doesn't it?"
Shouta's not fond of overused cliches, but he can't help but think of the word "sparkle" as he looks into your eyes. The light reflecting off them showcases your intense joy. It felt infectious. He can feel himself soften even more as he takes in your expression. Your face practically radiates happiness as you look up at him expectantly.
"Yes," he breathes out, "Divine."
Your eyes widen a fraction at his reaction, a small trembling breath slipping past your lips. Your eyes drop as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up at the implications of his words. He can't possibly be talking about coffee with that sort of tone, right?
Clearing your throat quietly, you step back, turning around to collect your mug from the counter.
His fingers tighten around the mug as he watches the space between you grow again.
He hates it.
Hates keeping you at arm's length. He wants you with him.
Every second of every day. He wants you at his side.
It's a realization he's come to over the past few months of this arrangement. Coming to your apartment past midnight. You welcoming him with open arms, even going as far as feeding him.
He's fallen for you.
Despite the dangers of his life. Despite what he's done to keep this "relationship," the two of you have as platonic as possible. You've somehow managed to burrow yourself deep into his heart. In all honesty, he's not sure he wants to remove you from there.
It's why he hasn't stepped foot inside your house for the last few weeks. He needed to put some distance between you. Something to reduce the effect you had on him.
But now, standing here in your kitchen again. It seems like the distance only made his feelings stronger.
He's hopelessly in love with you, and he isn't sure what he can even do about it.
His attention is once again captured by you, as you gesture towards the table. Taking the hint, he moves over, seating himself in one of the unoccupied chairs. You across from him in the other, placing down a plate with food in front of him.
Silently, he dips his head in a small bow, thanking you for the food.
"Itadakimasu," you mumble before taking a sip of the dark liquid. Shouta mimics your actions, relishing in the warmth that the coffee provides him.
It's perfect. Sweet with just a tang of bitterness to keep him grounded.
The two of you sit silently. Picking off items from the plate as you continue to sip your drinks.
You're the one who breaks the silence.
"Did" you pause before continuing, "did I do something?"
Shouta pauses for a mere second, his lips centimeters from the rim of the cup as he takes in your stuttering inquiry. Then, he takes a sip before raising an eyebrow at you, "What do you mean?"
You gaze down at the dark liquid, your fingers fidgeting around the mug as you gather up the courage to speak again.
"I just," you let out a small sigh before continuing, "Before tonight, you hadn't passed by in weeks."
He watches as you bite your lip, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening them once again. Your gaze finding his.
"I just wanted to know if I did anything to offend you..." you trail off hesitantly.
Once again, Shouta's reminded of how beautiful your face is. Even with concerned features, the beauty doesn't leave your face at all.
His head begins to shake, "No. You didn't do anything. Trust me."
Already, the creases of worry begin to disappear from your face.
"Then, what is it?" you ask as you tilt your head at him.
He brings the mug back up to his lips. Taking long sips, he buys some time to think of an excuse. What can he even say to you?
"I..." he trails off, racking his brain for anything. God, he's usually so fast with his kids, but it seems like that's nonexistent with you.
But he doesn't get a chance to respond before you blurt out, "If it's because of me, I promise that you aren't an inconvenience!"
You lean forward on your elbows as you speak quickly but quietly, "I swear! I may be quiet because it's past midnight, not that there's anything wrong with you showing up at this hour, but I promise I really enjoy your presence. I mean, it's nice to have someone to talk to. It gets lonely around here, and I'm always looking forward to your visits. I really like you, you know?"
Shouta manages to keep his expression passive, but he can't help but inhale sharply at your declaration.
Your eyes widen as you realize what you let slip out. That sets you off on another talking spree.
"O-Oh my god I didn't mean to. I just, I mean, you're a wonderful person to be around. You're good company to have around. Not that anyone's saying you're not good company. I just, oh god, I'm so sorry for making this awkward. You don't have to say anything I promise I'll just drink my coffee in silence and you can lea-"
Shouta's hand on your wrist causes you to stop abruptly. He holds your gaze over the rim of his cup as he takes another drink. He's not saying anything, but still, you feel your cheeks burning. God, he probably thinks you're an absolute idiot.
Quietly he places the cup down, raising an eyebrow at you, "So, you like me?"
If possible, the warm sensation on your cheeks gets stronger. He's trying to get a reaction out of you, and it's working.
"I-I..." you stutter out weakly. But he's already shaking his head at you, a sly smile on his face.
"It's okay, kiddo," you scowl at the despised nickname he calls you, "I'm fond of you too."
"I'm only five years younger than you!" you retort back.
"Is that what you decided to focus on?" He strokes long lines along your wrist as he smirks at you, waiting for you to counter.
You're so thrown off that you can't respond. Instead, you open and close your mouth as you try to formulate a response. Your brain's still trying to process his confession.
He tilts his head at you, "So, you want to know why I haven't been coming around these past few weeks?"
Not trusting your voice, you nod slowly at him.
"Well," he clears his throat, his eyes dropping to where his hand is resting on your wrist, "there's no reason for me to beat around the bush, so I'll just come out and say it."
Your eyebrows pull together as you look on curiously, sensing the shift of his tone.
"I stopped coming around because I felt like I was getting too attached to you." His eyes flick back up to yours, watching as you try to decipher what his words mean.
You knew that Shouta was an independent man. Lived alone, worked alone, fought alone. He held everything he needed to survive and fight within himself. So you can understand that distancing himself from something when he became too dependent would be logical. But, you didn't think that applied to people too. Regardless, why would depending on people be such a bad thing?
He watches as you lose yourself deep in thought. You're mouthing inaudible words as you confusingly work your way through the ideas in your head. He figures you'll need a helping hand to make sense of it all.
"What I mean to say is," he watches your eyes meet his, "I started to develop feelings for you. Knowing my track record, with villains and all, I thought it'd be best to put some distance between us."
Immediately you're sitting up straighter, the mood in the room shifting quickly.
"That isn't your decision to make." Your eyes bore into his, all traces of playfulness and nervousness disappearing from your face, "I know what your work entails. I know it's dangerous, but I don't care. I'm the only one who gets to decide if something is too dangerous for me to handle. You don't get to do that for me."
In his grasp, you turn your hand over, as you slide your pal up to meet his. He watches as you interlace your fingers together. Your fingers filling the gaps between his perfectly.
"And I already decided a long time ago that being with you is worth it." You squeeze his hand reassuringly as you finish talking.
His gaze trained on where you're joined together. There's an indescribable emotion unfurling deep within his chest. His eyes flit back up to meet yours, determination shines clearly within them.
"I have enemies. People who want to harm me. They'll come for you too."
"I know," your gaze never wavers, "and I don't care. Let them come for me."
He'll die before he lets any of them come near you.
"I'm constantly working. If it's not school, then I'm patrolling."
"I know, and I don't care. My schedule's changing weekly. It doesn't bother me."
"I can't give you a normal relationship."
"I don't want normal. I want you."
Empty mugs and dinnerware sit between the two of you. Your hands are still joined together in the middle of the table.
You hold each other's gaze, attempting to decipher the emotions that swirl within your eyes. Shouta's hesitation shines brightly within his. He's not sure if he wants to drag him down into this world with him. Your determination doesn't falter, but now there's hope that mixes with it. You're not scared of this. He's a good man, and you'd risk anything to stand at his side.
"It seems like you've thought about this a lot."
You nod at him, "I have."
He nods silently, eyes flickering back to your hands, "Well, since it's your choice, what do you want to do? Now that you have all the facts, that is."
You take a deep breath, a smile finding its way onto your lips, "I want you to go out on a date with me."
He lets out a breath of laughter. You sure don't waste time. "I'm free next Saturday. But let me tell you, I'm not particularly fond of those over the top places."
You snort, waving him off with your free hand, "Luckily for you, I'm not either."
You give his hand a small reassuring squeeze, glancing at him, "Saturday at 8?"
Hey! I was wondering since requests are open if you would do a Shinso, Todoroki, Denki, and Iida(love him) reaction to you doing the doja cat’s cyber sex lyrics on snap? And they’re low key scandalous 👀 OO OR you ask them to do a tik tok dance with you and you choose a song that you have to throw it back on them and how they’d react? Or maybe both if you’re really bored no pressure! Stay safe!!
A/N: I LOVE Iida!! He deserves more love 🥺 I decided to do the Doja Cat one but I might make a part 2 asking them to join a tiktok dance if this does well :P
How would they react if their S/O sent them Doja Cat’s cyber sex lyrics on snap?
Shinsou Hitoshi 👾
👾 He would never admit it, but he has a tiktok.
👾 He doesn’t actually post anything and defends himself by saying “I’m just in it for the memes”
👾 When you send him the first snap, he’d send a black screen saying “why?”
👾 Little did you know, he was onto you already
👾 “You see me in my room”
👾 “I don’t?”
👾 He would send an intricately edited snap lol he just used the binoculars emoji and drew himself a black beanie with the text “I think you have a stalker, kitten 😳”
👾 That doesn’t stop you though
👾 “Wish you were here right now” “All of the things I’d do”
👾 that’s not social distancing smh
👾 Before you could continue sending him snaps, he sent you a black screen with “I’m coming over, kitten.”
👾 He just couldn’t let his s/o keep having so much fun without him.
Todoroki Shouto 🧊🔥
🧊 This man is so confused
🔥 He barely understands snapchat by itself and mostly uses it for streaks after you practically begged him to get it
🧊 He’s kind of like Shinsou, except he genuinely doesn’t know
🔥 “I wanna touch you”
🧊 Once he opens the first one, he leaves you on delivered. 0-0
🔥 So you continue
🧊 “You see me in my room”
🔥 He doesn’t send a snap but instead texts back “I can’t see you. Can you see me?”
🧊 can he be more oblivious?
🔥 He’s so confused and maybe a little worried so he waits for you next snap
🧊 “Wish you were here right now”
🔥 Before you can finish adding stickers and emojis to “All of the things I’d do,” you hear a knock on your door.
🧊 “You wanted me to come over?”
🔥 You then explain the prank you were pulling, and he was like “oh”
🧊 “Did you mean it though?”
Kaminari Denki ⚡
⚡ Replies right away.
⚡ Danki Denki is a TikTok legend. He has an account and posts on it AT LEAST twice a day.
⚡ He duets a bunch of PoVs and knows all the dance challenges.
⚡ He and Mina duet all the time and are honestly friendship goals.
⚡ He’s onto your plan
⚡ Once you send him the first snap “I wanna touch you,” he debates whether playing dumb or going along with the lyrics.
⚡ He goes along with the lyrics and sends you a snap of the next line. “You see me in my room.”
⚡ When you send “Wish you were here right now,” he sends “I could come over ;).”
⚡ your snaps are doing something to him
⚡ After you guys are done with the song, he sends a snap announcing that he’s coming over to your dorm.
⚡ You guys probably record more TikToks but whatever you actually do is up to you :P
Iida Tenya 🌀
🌀 poor thing has no clue
🌀 As is usual, you got this idea in the middle of the night and you didn’t expect your boyfriend to respond to your snaps.
🌀 He usually went to sleep almost as early as Bakugou unless you guys had a test or project the next day.
🌀 Once you sent the first “I wanna touch you,” you were surprised how he opened it right away.
🌀 “You see me in my room”
🌀 He seemed to ignore your snap and sent back a picture of his study notes with “what are you doing up?”
🌀 You dismissed his question and continued with the song.
🌀 “Wish you were here right now”
🌀 He seemed to stand his ground and sent a video with his classic chopping motions “it’s after curfew”
🌀 “All of the things I’d do” “I wanna get freaky on camera”
🌀 His reactions did a full 180 after those snaps. He sent a selfie with a blush filter “oh?”
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Hello! I hope everything is fine in your life) I'd like to request something with Hizashi, his wife and maybe their child (I am weak for this man). Thanks beforehand, your imagines are incredible!💕💕💕💕💕💕
Thank you, you’re so sweet 😭. Also, I’ve been a sucker for childcare imagines as of late so ur in luck!
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Hizashi was being an absolute prince throughout the entire affair.
“Stay there, honey, I’ll get the door!” He trilled softly, launching himself out of the car and leaping over the hood. He opened the door with a big smile, which you returned a little softer. He was used to long hours, and running on empty. You, on the other hand, worked a normal nine-to-five at a textiles company. You were exhausted.
“I’m so happy to be home.” You said as he reached over you, unbuckling you. He placed a kiss on your forehead while doing so.
“I’m just so excited to bring little Haru home. It’s like it’s all real now.” He whispered as he helped you up, and you let out a soft breath.
“I’m so excited, Zashi, it’s a brand new adventure. One with our child.” You said, tears welling up. He was right, it really was beginning to feel real.
He got that look on his face. That look where he was so happy, and his eyes watered because he knew if he were to speak, it would come out much too loud for you- and now the baby as well.
A small whimper came from the little newborn in the backseat, causing you to turn around.
“I’ll get him. You go inside and relax.” He ushered, handing you the keys. You complied.
When you entered, everything was stale, and the air was most definitely not fresh.
You found your place on the couch immedietly, and finally, finally let yourself relax.
Hizashi entered, setting the baby-filled car seat on the couch next to you. Immediately, you were drawn in by the small whimpers he let out.
“Oh my sweet Haru.” You cooed. Hizashi moves the seat and sat himself so close he was nearly in your lap. He was vibrating with energy.
“Can you believe there’s a baby in our house?” He asked in a hushed tone.
“Think about that question again.” You said with a teasing smile. He giggled, using his hands to delicately graze over the baby’s head.
In a swift motion, you began to hand him Haru. He leaned away in alarm, but sat rigidly.
“W-What’s this?” He asked in panic.
“I need a shower, we had a long battle in the next couple weeks. So I’m going to be prepared.”
oh headcannons for dating Denki AND Shinso : D : D
I'll do some separate and together for you.
Dating Denki
+ You'd have to be ok with being around his group of friends alot because he is a very social person and he'd want you and his friends to like each other.
+ You'd defiantly have to be the mature one in the relationship, keeping him grounded when he wants to go off and do something dumb.
+ Getting used to his quirk might take a little as he sometimes struggles to keep it under check with his emotions running wild.
+ He'd be clingy, not annoyingly so but he'd always want kisses and to hold your hand so you'd have to be ok with some level of PDA but also able to set the boundaries.
+ He might be a little dense and not so book smart but he's very loving and just wants you happy. You'll always be cheered up by him and able to joke around.
+ Once in a relationship I don't think Denki would be interested in looking elsewhere and would be trustworthy.
Dating Shinso
+ You'd have to reassure him you weren't scared of his quirk, he'd always be trying to make sure you knew that he'd never use it on you.
+ Comfortable silence would be between you both as you sat together, reading, or watching TV. You'd be so comfortable doing your own things together.
+You'd need to help him open up but once he did he'd just cuddle up to you behind closed doors, always enjoying napping on you, head on your lap as he sleeps and you play on your phone, one hand in his hair.
+ He'd be happy to hold your hand in public but he's a very secretive and withdrawn person. Defiantly not the 'lets meet your parents' kind of person.
+ Even if he wasn't glued to your hip or very needy the second you sent him a message he would be there for you.
+ More of an night owl alot of your dates would be in the afternoon or early evening. Cat cafes are always a winner to take him too. You must like animals.
Dating them both
+ You would make the perfect balance between their hyper extroverted and introverted personality types. A good medium in the triad.
+ Denki would be the more emotionally needy one and there for require your attention most of the time but Shinso isn't a jealous type and would just enjoy having the positive energy around him. Happy to be around you both.
+ Dates to the arcade would as a three would be a regular, getting junk food on your way home, Denki would loose alot of games to Shinso and you'd have to cheer him up.
+ No toxic masculinity in this house. They'd not fight over you, the three would be very functional and you'd all bonce well off each other.
Can I get a trouple Hizashi x Aizawa x Reader please? Headcanons or a drabble please
- It doesn’t matter to them if you are an introvert or extrovert. A nice medium would be a good balance in this crazy relationship.
- Aizawa could handle two extroverts, he had to deal with an entire classroom of rowdy students so like, do your worse.
- Aizawa will also be glad he ahs someone to half the amount of Hizashi’s energy.
- Both men would love to go on dates as a three but also wouldn’t be jealous if you and one of them got to spend time together, there is no jealousy here.
- The group chat is dominated by Hizashi and his aggressive meme usage and you have to get used to how blunt Aizawa will appear over text. It’s one extreme or another but it makes for interesting evening talks.
- Both are night owls so unless you have the same schedule it might be difficult to keep up with the pro heros.
- Neither would mind if you were quirkless, it’s not important to either of them.
- Their favourite kind of date for the three of you is cuddled on Hizashi’s large couch watching movies and eating snacks, getting lots of take out and having a drink or two maybe. Also coffee dates, the three of you catching up after a long day or before they have to go on patrol, just an hour or so with coffee and gossip.
- When sharing a bed it’s normally you or Hizashi in the middle. Aizawa never likes to be in the center, he doesn’t want to accidentally wake you both when he can’t sleep.
- Hizashi makes most of the plans for the three of you, despite how chaotic a person he seems he is a very organised person.
- They both have very different love languages so it takes some getting used to who prefers what and who likes certain things more then others but you all get used to it and fit together nicely.
- Even if you don’t get to see them in a day they will always message you separately as well as in the group because they get to see each other everyday and don’t ever want you to feel left out.
