#e.thereal

words: 763

characters: dabi/todoroki touya

warnings: nsfw (i’m sorry but this man makes my brain go brrr) mirror sex, gentle dabi

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choked sighs and soft whimpers emanated from the bedroom, drifting softly down the hallway that lead to your shared room, much to the league’s annoyance and amusement.

the league knew that once you got into another bout of self body shaming and dabi was there to witness it, they knew what to expect. and just like the rest of the league had been taught, if you hear those sounds while you were walking past, you better walk faster and count yourself blessed.

dabi doesn’t like to share with others what’s his.

hypnotizing cerulean orbs stared you down like a hawk, pale hair gleaming in the moonlight filtering in from the window as a smug smile stretched across his face.

at the sight of his smile, you whimpered again and clenched around his length splitting you open, reveling in the pleasured hiss that escaped his lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly. he looked so beautiful when he moaned, too beautiful for you.

with hazy eyes, your mind continued to slowly delve deeper into unwanted thoughts. you watched through the reflection of the mirror as his right hand slowly snaked from your plush thighs to your soft tummy, heated fingers blazing across the fat to trail up between your chest, gently ghosting over your sensitive nipples with stretched fingers.

you looked away in hot embarrassment, seeing the way his strong hands touched and caressed every inch of your chubby body too much. you couldn’t help the resentment that flashed through you. why would he worship you? nothing more than a pile of fluff?

dabi could see the conflicted expression on your turned face, and a sigh escaped him as he was reminded why he got the mirror in the first place.

although it was expected, it didn’t stop you from gasping when long fingers came past your neck to roughly grip your soft cheeks, digging into the plump flesh before turning your head back to the mirror.

just as you were about to protest, he pulled his hips back and slammed into you again, tearing a startled moan from your throat and sending shockwaves down your spine, body shaking on unsteady knees.

dabi’s pace was steady, harsh thrusts slow and deep as he rocked his hips into your ass, greedily drinking in the way your stomach and thighs rippled in the moonlight to the way your cute eyebrows furrowed in hazy pleasure, eyes glossed over and plump cheeks squished in his tight grip.

he melted at the dazed look in your eyes, cute chubby hand coming up to grip his arm tightly as you writhed in pleasure, the feeling of him leaving your aching walls before thrusting back in stealing your breath away.

“watch yourself, pretty thing.” the rumble from his hot chest pressed against your back only made you moan louder, but you finally obeyed him, much to his delight. he rewarded you with a hot kiss to your neck, nibbling on the flesh there.

hazy eyes trailed your gaze over to look at yourself being ravaged by the man who claims he loves you, loves every bit of you.

and with the way he looks at you, you believe him.

watching how his hand released your cheeks and instead begins to trail over your body, whispering praise and soft words of love into your ear as his hips speed up.

what tips you over the edge is when you lock eyes through the glass. the sound of him pounding into you from behind and hitting that one spot that has you seeing stars repeatedly, and his name is the only word on your lips.

cerulean orbs are filled with nothing but soft love and lust for you, for every inch of yourself that he can’t fathom how you don’t love. white hair glowing in the light, pleasure spilled across his face, he’s never looked more beautiful - more in love.

so when he whispers “cum for me, pretty thing” in your ear before clamping his teeth down onto your shoulder as he fills your insides, you listen, eyes shut tight as you tumble over the edge.

what you can’t see in your bliss, is the adoration in his gaze as he slowly pumps his hips into you, riding you both through your ends. a warm hand comes up to caress your stomach, and a childlike glee floods through him when you don’t bother to push his hand away, letting him massage your soft flesh.

dabi hums as he watched you melt into his touch through the mirror; he thinks to himself that maybe he’s getting somewhere.

words: 763

characters: aizawa shouta

warnings: tired man make face go ahhhhhhhhh

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“m’not cute.”

those were the first words the walking health hazard had said to you. i mean yeah, not the best way to introduce yourself to your new coworker, but to be fair, you had been gushing over how the grown man with bags darker than the night sky looked so cute and squishable all huddled up in his sleeping bag.

just look at him. tall, built frame that would normally intimidate you was shielded behind the protection of the absurdly yellow sleeping bag, soft looking onyx strands flying out of the opening and delicately framing his tired but elegant features.

the scruff on his chin looked like it’d tickle your face if he rubbed it against your cheek, and those pink lips that were pulled into a scowl at your incessant cooing looked more like a pout than anything.

your idea of cute was mildly alarming to the man, but then again, who was he to decide what you could and could not find adorable? here’s the answer: him.

the two of you continued to lock eyes, obsidian orbs quickly growing more tired yet curious over your determination to prove to him that he was cute. while you continued on your spiel on how adorable he looked all cuddled into his sleeping bag on the teacher lounge’s couch, his ears began to mute out your constant chittering and instead focused on your features.

if he was aware that he was staring, he didn’t make a move to acknowledge it as his tired eyes took you in. a bright smile was on your lips that moved enticingly as you continued to speak, unaware of his gazing.

skin that glowed aesthetically under the fluorescent lighting of the teacher’s lounge, which wasn’t fair, mind you, and the almost childlike joy in your eyes had his cheeks growing pink. you were far more pleasing to look at, in his opinion.

aizawa was only shaken out of his trance when his eyes that were focused on your lips noticed that you had stopped talking, and he realized you had caught him staring.

but exhaustion was heavy on his mind, and he couldn’t find it within himself to feel embarrassment. so instead, he decided toy with you.

with the elegance of a cat, he rose from his position on the floor, unzipping the sleeping bag from inside. strong limbs emerged from the fabric and sturdy legs brought him to his feet steadily. as he rose to his full height and stretched, a lazy smile pulled on his full lips as he watched your eyes widen in shock.

you had never seen or met this man before in your life until today, so who could blame you when this cute little banana slug turned out to be a panther in disguise. like the aforementioned feline, the hero slunk up to you silently, lazy smile morphing into a teasing smirk.

you stood still, eyes wide and feet frozen in shock as he finally came to a stop in front of you with barely an inch in between your chests, and you swore your heart was going to launch into your throat.

with bated breath, you watched as he leaned down to your eye level, endless pools of black staring back at you, and his lips twitched again. “i’m not cute,” he repeated smoothly, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side in confusion. why was he repeating himself?

meanwhile, aizawa was mentally screaming at how much you resembled a puppy, head tilted to the side and big eyes furrowed in confusion. a small part of him wanted to see how cute you’d look flustered, so he decided to indulge himself for once, his grin growing larger.

“but you sure are.” he didn’t wax poetic to you; frankly he didn’t have the mental capacity for it at the moment. what he said was quick, simple, and effective. it got his point across.

and boy did he make a point. a huge wave of satisfaction flooded through him as he watched the heat overtake your face, spreading even to your ears and down your neck, and he even surprised himself when he reached a large hand up to gently pinch your cheek. maybe you were rubbing off on him already.

“cute.” he cooed, deep voice vibrating the air between you, and he let go of your cheek to crawl back into his sleeping bag, satisfied that he left you a bumbling blushing mess with only eight words.

maybe this school year was going to be fun for a change.

words: 1.1k

characters: oikawa tooru

warnings: nada

a/n: i’m trying to keep these under 1k but leave it to oikawa to have me go overboard 😒

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soft morning sunlight filtered in through the window, filling the room with an almost ethereal glow. strong, muscled arms held your form close, puffy cheeks from just waking up being squished into firm pecs.

you were a fool to think that you would spend a rare day off not being practically glued to oikawa’s body. somehow, you both had a day where practice wasn’t mandatory and work was gracious enough to give you a day or two to breathe.

peeling open your eyes softly, you lazily pulled your head from his warm chest, locking eyes with a glowing pair of chocolate. the edges of his eyes crinkled slightly from the smile on his lips, and oikawa tooru has never looked more gorgeous than now, bathed in the soft argentina morning sunlight.

it filtered through his hair and lit up the chestnut locks to a dizzying array of hues, the beams streaking across his cheeks and straight into his right eye. the brown orb looked almost amber, a startling contrast from the richer cocoa of its twin hidden from the rays.

a soft “good morning” rumbles past slightly chapped lips, dry from him breathing through his mouth while he slept. the raspiness of his morning voice sent an indetectable shiver down your spine, and you lightly hum in response, droopy eyes crinkling in content at him.

tooru’s gaze takes in your morning form, drinking in your soft cheeks and mussed hair with greedy eyes. normally, were you more awake, the intensity of his gaze on you would’ve made your skin tingle and a familiar heat would spread across your face; making you blush and fluster over his gaze and words is something that tooru is prideful of.

but sometimes, if the stars are aligned just correctly, you find yourself in a position to finally turn the tables on the charming bastard. the warm giddiness that floods through your system whenever that rare sight of crimson taking over his features is a feeling like no other.

and it seems that the gods have decided to answer your unconscious prayers because the rare opportunity has presented itself to you once more.

love filled eyes watched as you silently trailed your hand down his chest and underneath the blankets, brows quirking in amused curiosity as your warm fingers found his underneath the fabric.

grasping his larger hand, you gently tug it up until it breaches the safety of the covers. nothing can prepare tooru as he watches you bring his hand up to cup your face tenderly, plump lips curling into a small smile as you close your eyes and nuzzle into his calloused palm.

you know how well he takes care of his hands, how they are his strongest asset and key piece to his extraordinary talent and skill. quite honestly, it’s one of your favorite parts of his body, but sometimes you feel as if you don’t let him know just how much you truly adore them.

they’re a pretty sight to behold; the way his long and dexterous digits, strong and powerful from years of playing, gently caress your skin or hold your hand tightly in its grasp steals your breath away.

with wide palms with attractive veins and sturdy knuckles, the way you can see his tendons and muscles flex as he moves them should be downright illegal, and you just can’t get over how his hands are powerful, gorgeous, versatile, yours.

so you decide to physically show him whenever your words fail you, as they often do whenever you’re in his presence. humming softly to yourself, you nuzzle further into his palm, relishing in the unique feeling of his callouses against your soft cheeks.

your hand that had dragged his up in the first place is resting against his as well, and tooru can’t tear his eyes away from the sight, your smaller hand looking so adorable gently pressed up against his.

with your eyes still closed and a sleepy smile on your lips, you finally respond to his good morning belatedly. “good morning love,” you rasp softly, and you can hear the way his breath lightly hitches at your words.

“i don’t think i tell you this enough, but i love your hands.” you muse softly, eyes still shut. it took everything in your power to not start smirking now. this was gonna be a good one.

“especially when they hold me so softly because i’m yours.” a startled choking noise emanates from the man across from you and you smirk, already knowing what scene is lying ahead of you.

when you open your eyes, they crinkle in triumph as they take in the rare but loved image of a flustered oikawa tooru.

sun kissed porcelain skin is positively on fire, the crimson spreading from the tips of his ears to the top of his chest. chocolate eyes are wide in embarrassment but you can see the adoration swimming in them as well.

cute pink lips are parted and coupled with the way his eyebrows scrunch cutely together, his face is the perfect embodiment of raw love and embarrassment. you softly snort when his pout deepens when you turn your head to press a gentle kiss to his palm.

even after all these years, he still doesn’t know how to take a genuine compliment. before you have a chance to tease him, a startled gasp escapes you as his hand is suddenly pulled away. those same hands you were just praising grab you and pull you flush to his chest while he begins to whine.

“baaaaabe~! you can’t just say stuff like that first thing in the morning!” he whined as he begins rolling back and forth with you in the bed, smiling softly into your hair at your shrieks of laughter and giggles get muffled in his chest, legs effectively tangled in the sheets now.

“don’t be mad that i’m just saying the truth!” comes your indignant reply. tooru finally stops his impression of a crocodile’s death roll, and now here you lay on his chest, cheek still pressed firmly to his pecs as you both lay there and try to regain your breath from the sudden exercise and giggling.

giggles are still slipping past your lips as you raise your head and prop your chin on him, gazing lovingly into his eyes. tooru returns it with just as much passion, cheeks still tinged pink from earlier. you decide to finally break the staring contest by leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, melting into everything that is him.

he pulls away first, laughing lightly at the way you softly chase after him, not wanting to part so soon. now it’s his turn to grin at you, reveling in the familiar but still loved heat that scrawls across your flesh when he murmurs out “i love you.”

you're about to whine in a similar fashion like earlier, but when he brings his left hand up to cup your face again, you catch the glint of sunlight off the gold band on his ring finger. you can’t find it in yourself to break this trance that has settled over you.

so you relax and let him hold you, basking in one another’s company in the golden light.

words: 531

characters: dabi/todoroki touya

warnings: zero!!!!

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sweat slowly trickled down your neck as you flopped down on to the hardwood floors, the multiple fans circulating cool air doing nothing to cool down your apartment.

you groaned loudly, sluggishly twisting to lay on your side. why on god’s green earth did it have to be so fucking hot. it’s the beginning of may for crying out loud. this shit shouldn’t kick in till june.

broken from your barely audible mumbling, you locked eyes with a pair of amused blue, staples glinting in the early afternoon light. “y’know,” dabi drawled, raising his bottle of soda to his lips to take a long sip, finishing his sentence after letting out a satisfied sigh.

“rolling around like a gremlin on the floor isn’t gonna help you cool down much, sweetheart.” he chuckled at the half hearted bird you flipped him before you rolled onto your stomach. planting your hot forehead onto the cool wood, you sighed in relief until the wood became warm with your sweat and you cringed, moving positions again.

“how are you not melting right now?! you’re already a fucking furnace normally!” you complained, body too hot and weak to really put much bite into your words.

but seriously, how was he not having a nuclear meltdown with how hot it is, combined with the ridiculous amount of heat he already puts out due to his quirk.

dabi hummed in response, raising a hand to sluggishly rake through his snowy locks, staring you dead in the eyes as his staples protested against the shit eating grin on his lips.

“it’s simple, babe. the less you move and bitch, the less energy you put out.” you watched in disbelief as he kept talking. was he really gonna shit on you when you literally felt like you were going to die? was the sass really that necessary?

apparently the answer is yes because he was still going. “me, not bitching? cool as a cucumber. you?” he raised an eyebrow at your sprawled out figure on the floor, body laying in direct line with the sun coming in from the sliding glass door. idiot.

“you my dear, are not only bitching, but laying in the perfect spot for the sun to give you skin cancer.” you flushed in embarrassment as you realized you were in fact laying right where the sun was landing, and dabi’s cackle followed you as you rolled to the opposite side of the living room.

“rolling around generates too much energy, babe.” dabi called out from the couch, and he guffawed when you flipped him another bird, this one a tad bit more aggressive.

“suck a dick you couch potato.” you mumbled and rolled your eyes when all he did was laugh.

finally out of the sun, your body wasn’t burning as bad as before and you actually began to doze off, fan blowing directly in your face helping you sleaze off to dreamland.

except the moment you were finally about to fall, a deep voice called from the couch, smirk evident in his tone. “could you grab me another drink from the fridge, i wanna conserve energy.”

“you really are a lazy piece of shit, dabi.”

words: 623

characters: shinsou hitoshi

warnings: me waxing poetic about this sleepy bum for over half a thousand words

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deep amethyst eyes gazed back into yours questioningly, thin lavender brows raised in question at your uncalled for staring. a slight burn traveled its way down his neck to dust his bare shoulders in a subtle pink, the morning light coming in from the window bathing him in its golden glory, and if your breath wasn’t stolen away before, it is now.

shinsou wasn’t necessarily deemed handsome by today’s society. a mop of unruly lavender hair atop his head, the dark bags under his eyes that were a permanent fixture upon his face, and the wry smirk that always rested on his slightly chapped, thin lips.

sure, there were some girls from his days in u.a that confessed to him every now and then, his sudden newfound fame enticing them after he fought his way into the top hero course. yes, they had called him smart, and intelligent. hell, even a cute would make its way through sometimes. but handsome? never.

no, he was never called handsome, let alone gorgeous.

but you begged to differ. a part of you wanted to go back to your high school years and forcibly rub those girls eyes with a cloth to make sure they were seeing correctly, but now that you think about it, you’re glad they couldn’t see shinsou for what he truly was; you get to have him all to yourself.

because right now in this moment, shinsou hitoshi is the most gorgeous being you’ve ever had the honor to lay your gaze upon.

expressive amethyst eyes shined at you through sleepy lids, long thin eyelashes brushing his delicate cheeks everytime he blinked.

smooth, alabaster skin stretched for what seemed to be miles down his body, battle earned scars and bruises from a hard days work on patrol decorating his flesh like morbid flowers, and you consider yourself lucky to kiss every single one when he came home from work.

a strong jaw led to an elegant neck that led to even stronger shoulders, corded muscles rippling under his creamy skin with a power and elegance only a hero could possess. a small smattering of wispy lavender hairs dusted a firm chest, warm and sturdy underneath your wandering fingers, and a small chill of delight ran down your spine when you could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong and alive.

wordlessly, you trailed warm fingers from his chest to his shoulder, lightly tracing down his arms and muscles, biting back a smile at the small shiver shinsou released at your touch.

reaching his hand, bigger than yours and calloused from fighting villains; from keeping the public and you safe, a softness settled in your gaze when you intertwined your fingers together gently, palms meeting and giving a small squeeze which he gladly returned.

breaking your gaze from your connected hands, you lazily trailed it up his body, drinking in his glowing visage before settling on his eyes once more.

this time you didn’t hide the gentle smile on your lips when you saw his slightly flustered expression, pale cheeks pink and heart thundering against his rib cage because no one has ever gazed at him in such reverence in his life; except for you.

without breaking eye contact, you slowly began lifting your combined hands until the back of his hand hovered right in front of your lips. a small choked sound escaped him as you pressed a chaste kiss to his warm flesh, and shinsou felt your lips curl into a smile against his skin.

a warm shiver raced down his spine when your lips parted, warm breath fanning against his skin, and he didn’t miss the twinkle in your love-filled eyes, words full of warmth that filled the entire room,

“gorgeous.”

words: 500

characters: shinsou hitoshi

warnings: absolutely none, babes, you’re golden

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long deft fingers curled loosely around your wrist as his tired body relaxed further into the couch. a soft hum escaped his chapped lips while you ran your fingers gently through dry lavender locks, slowly massaging his scalp. you snorted gently when he gently nudged your hand when you stopped, a signal to continue.

you decided to humor him, lord only knows how work was today.

no one ever said that hero work was easy, that much was a given. but sometimes you truly wonder if the public understands just how draining it can be; how energy absorbing and tiring it is.

everyone sees heroes as pillars of strength, blinding smiles and tough skin as they wade through the dangers and filth that is keeping society safe. but they don’t see the bags under sleep deprived eyes, or the bruises and scars hidden under elaborate uniforms.

no hero ever fully relaxed, and if they are, they aren’t truly heroes to begin with. your shinsou is no exception.

he’s come a long way from your early years of high school. lanky arms and sleepy eyes have transformed into a lithe and dangerous build, sharp tongue and even sharper eyes making him a formidable foe if you’re playing for the opposite side.

at first, it was strange to see just how much his persona changed while on the field versus the cozy four corners of your home.

amethyst eyes gleamed almost manically, which contrasted sharply to his otherwise calm demeanor, lower half of his face hidden by his voice vocoder.

when your agencies paired the two of you together for the first time, you almost took a step back and questioned if this truly was the man you met all those years ago and the one you shared a bed with.

nothing about him was the same; all his edges were sharp, words manipulating and fists unforgiving. you shiver at the memory of being blindsided by his capture weapon, skin tingling at the phantom pain. you pitied the poor bastards on the receiving end at full strength.

there was a reason that villains feared him, and for a good cause. but that was when he’s a hero; that’s when he’s out there.

but here - here is when he’s just shinsou. a soft smile grazed your lips at the snoozing man on your lap, face finally relaxed. this is your favorite look on him.

harsh lines and furrowed brows are smoothed out, drooping eyelids finally resting as his lips are slack, no longer pulled into a frown or indifferent line.

like this, he looks almost ten years younger, (though he’s only in his early twenties.) like this, all of those sharp edges and slivered eyes are all but non-existent. there is no danger here, there is no constant worry of what to say next or who to impress, there is no need for hero persona that all but erases what shinsou truly is.

because behind those rough eyes and wry smile, he’s gentle.

words: 548

characters: sero hanta

warnings: literally the smallest mention of blood and violence lmao

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pure irritation was radiating off of him, and if you weren’t already aware of the situation (you happened to be responding to the same scene he was at), it still wouldn’t have taken a genius to see that sero was angry.

livid. irritated. tense.

even now, hours after you both had finished all of your paperwork and relaxed at your combined workspace, the only lights left in the agency coming from the two lamps on your desks, you could see how affected he still was.

you couldn’t blame him though, not in the slightest. it was a rough day today. a rookie villain had gotten bold, collapsing one side of a convenience store during rush hour in the city, trapping those who failed to escape inside while threatening to kill if she didn’t get ransom.

you don’t know exactly what went down, having been spared the details besides only being told that support and back up were needed immediately and that there were multiple reported injured in the vicinity.

by the time you and your crew arrived, the fight was already over. the villain was being escorted into a holding unit, her body unconscious and bloody.

there was familiar tape binding her arms and mouth shut as she was carried into the vehicle.

there, amongst all the rubble and press, stood sero. suit ripped in various places and knuckles bruised, you could see the way his shoulders still gently trembled and judging from how tightly he was gripping his fists, you could tell it wasn’t leftover adrenaline from the fight.

the journey back to the agency was silent and tense, the eerie silence and tension radiating from his very core even affecting you. when he sent all his sidekicks away, cold gaze and clenched jaw enough to make even the secretaries turn their gaze away in fear, you knew better.

so you stayed with him, hovering just slightly out of his way. you didn’t interfere with him as the day progressed without further incidents. you just watched from afar, ready to be there when he decides that bottling up the frustrations wasn’t enough anymore.

but he was a stubborn man, despite his usually laid back and cheerful personality. with a light sigh, you rose slowly from your chair, ready to help nudge him towards the direction he doesn’t want to go but needs to, pride be damned.

so you moved to stand behind him, gentle but firm hands resting on his hunched shoulders, tension and irritation still rolling off of him like waves. he tensed even more when you came into contact with him, but the moment you began gently kneading away at the knots that formed throughout the day, he slowly melted into your touch.

he still refused to talk, dark eyes stubbornly refusing to meet yours even as he leaned his head back while you continued your ministrations on his tired flesh, but the soft faraway look in his orbs let you know that he appreciated everything you did for him.

because no matter how irritated or angry he was, how trying and taxing the day may be, he knew that you’d always be there to offer a shoulder to lean on.

or in this case, a pair of hands to soothe away all the tension.

words: 433

characters: sakusa kiyoomi

warnings: none!

a/n: i’ve had nothing but sakusa brainrot for the past couple of days so i’m thriving rn

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cold fingers graze across the apples of your cheeks, calloused palms absorbing the heat radiating from your skin as strong thumbs gently swipe under your eyes - back and forth and back and forth.

a small shiver ran down your spine, and though your eyes were closed, you could already envision the telltale signs of his amusement at your action, full lips probably already tilted upwards, his eyes crinkling just slightly.

the temperature of his hands, although freezing, wasn’t what made you shiver. it was the intense feeling of adoration and devotion you could feel him burning into your flesh, even when you could not see him. even after being together for years, he could still manage to make you feel like you’re in high school all over again.

if anyone you two knew saw sakusa in this moment, they would’ve thought they were hallucinating; that it was a phantom in his place that was pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks and forehead with a content smile on his face, mask pulled down to rest on his chin.

surely the sakusa kiyoomi would never be caught dead showing signs of affection to his loved one, especially in public. no one would ever catch him tugging you into his strong arms after he returned from the showers, any previous irritation from that day's practice melting away at the sight of your smiling eyes and surely curled lips behind your mask.

they would never catch him visibly relaxing just in your presence before sweeping you into his arms, tugging you into his chest and burying his nose in your hair to take in the scent of you.

sakusa kiyoomi was not soft. he was sharp around the edges, as cold as the sanitizer he applies to his skin like religion, and just as burning when it seeps into a cut.

and you knew this. you knew that he was hard to be around, hard to understand and accept for his habits and lifestyle. you knew that his words could cut like knives and that his glare could freeze hell over. you knew how others saw him.

but when you feel a soft tap to your now uncovered lips and open your eyes, you don’t see how people see him as cold and harsh. warm onyx eyes gaze lovingly back into yours, and when pink lips stretch into a smile, dimples creating wells in his face that you want to kiss until he tells you no more (as if that was possible), you know that sakusa kiyoomi is soft.

it’s just that he’s only soft for you.