#lorewriter

On a more real note. Y'all I'm losing my ability to write and idk why, so here's what I've done in hopes of fixing it.

1. Download mobile apps that will teach me how to write again.

2. Come up with this idea.

So how do yall feel about another game.

500-1,000 (if I go over, meh) SPN Fanfic Challenge.

Rules:

You can only submit up to 3 fanfic requests.

You must show some form of proof that you're 18+ to have an nsfw fic request.

You must submit your request through Asks.

Alright.

Pick Your Ship/No-Ship:

1. Dean/Castiel

2. Sam/Castiel

3. No Ship

4. Sam/Eileen

5. Castiel/Meg

6. Sam/Gabriel

7. Michael/Adam

Now simply pick a type:

A. Modern

B. Case Fic

C. Time travel

D. Fantasy

E. Non- Human

F. Reverse

G. ABO

H. Alternate Ending

I. NSFW

J. If you have one that you don't see on here, we can talk about it.

Now, choose your special category. (You can pick multiple):

Blue: Angst.

Green: Hurt/Comfort

Yellow: Hurt/No Comfort

Red: Fluff

Purple: Happy Ending

Teal: Major Charater Death

Orange: Angst/Happy Ending

Pink: Let the author go insane

{𝟔 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔}

𝑶𝒏𝒆, “𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰, 𝑰𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒖. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆; 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎.”

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒙 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑰𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒖. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚. 𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝒊𝒕 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢‘𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭, “𝐊𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧?”

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It was raining the day Oboro had asked him out. He’d been holding an umbrella over a box of abandoned kittens when Oboro had come up behind him with an umbrella of his own. It was sky blue, like his hair. He’d looked up at the other, the only sound around them being the small mewls of the kittens and the soft beat of the rain against their umbrellas.

“Go out with me.”

It was so sudden that Shota had needed to do a double take before simply replying; “Sure.”

He’d never seen Oboro smile so bright as he did that day. Of course Hizashi was ecstatic, hopping up and down repeatedly as he asked for details in school the next day. Oboro had told him to let him do all the planning and to just be ready this upcoming Saturday for their first date.

He’d sighed as Hizashi’s patience seemed to completely diminish causing the boy to all but tackle him for answers. He explained what happened, but his mind still drifted off to what he’d need to prepare. Just what exactly was etiquette for someone’s first date. Finishing off the school day, Aizawa headed home to his one bedroom apartment, his parents having long since abandoned him to live on his own, but they at least sent him an allowance every few months.

He began with what he wanted to wear, looking through his closet in hopes of finding something suitable for his first date. Upon finding nothing but his UA uniform and a few cat sweaters, he decided a trip to a local clothing store would be needed. Next he checked his hair, did he need to style it? How dressed up did he need to be?

Deciding he was getting nowhere with his lack of knowledge, Shota turns to the internet to solve his problem.

SEARCH ENGINE:

“What does one wear on a first date?”

“Do I need to style my hair?”

“What topics would be good to bring up on your first date?”

“Funny cat video compilation.”

*

Hizashi ended up being his savior as his previous online search led him nowhere. The excitable blonde rushed him around Musutafu mall, grabbing whatever he could force onto Shota before finally stopping at a small cafe for some coffee.

“Is all of this really necessary?” Shota spoke, fidgeting with his now styled hair.

“Of course, you need to look your absolute best to woo him. Who knows, he might even ask you out again the moment he sees you.” Hizashi replied, laughing to himself as he did.

“You’re ridiculous.”

*

Soon Saturday was upon him and his nerves had ended up keeping him awake all night. He’d been told to meet Oboro at their normal crossroad where they met to head to school together. He’d picked out a plain black t-shirt along with a long gray jacket that went down to his knees. His hair had been half way tied up, leaving only a few strands left to shadow his face.

With one final glance into his bathroom mirror, he decided he was prepared enough and set off.

Walking up to their meeting spot, Shota could already see a fidgeting Oboro messing with his fingers. His hair was the same as always with those clunky goggles pushing up his bangs. He wore a brown jacket over a navy blue shirt with black pants.

“Beautiful.”

A blush rose to Oboro’s face, matching his own as he realized he’d said that out loud. Not wanting to make the situation any more awkward, Shota coughed a little before asking where they’d be going. Seeing the Oboro’s eyes light up like starlight, Shota knew he was in for a day full of surprises. And surprised he was as Oboro dragged him around Musutafu. Their first stop had been a small hole in the wall bookstore that held his favorite author's new book, which he’d thought had already been sold out. Next was a hero exhibit on his favorite underground hero Smoke-Eater. He’d been wanting to go see it for a while now but hadn’t had the time due to all of their training at UA.

Next came a small lunch at his favorite ramen shop followed by their final stop at his favorite cat cafe.

The day had been perfect but from the beginning Shota had had a knot in his stomach, a feeling he couldn’t help but focus on as Oboro returned with their coffees in hand. Sipping his coffee, Shota finally gained the courage to ask the question he’d been replaying in his head all week. “Why do you like me? Don’t get me wrong, today was perfect. This was honestly the best day I’ve ever had in my entire life, but, why? Why me?” He asked quietly, eyes firmly fixed on his coffee in hopes of not meeting the others' eyes.

“Well that’s simple, it’s because I like you. I’ve liked you since I saw you fighting your hardest in the sports festival. You’re incredible, you face odds that most of us don’t have to and you still come out stronger. You fight for what you want, I admire you for that. But you’re also kind, you look after others in your own way and that makes me want to work harder to be a hero just like you.” Oboro responded, shattering Shota’s view of himself so completely that all he could now was gape.

“I’m glad to have met you Aizawa Shota, and if you’ll have me, I’d very much like to be your boyfriend.”

Gold eyes met red and for a moment, Shota felt like he could do anything, if only Shirakumo Oboro was by his side.

*

“So, did Nemuri get to you too?” Oboro asked, walking him back to his apartment at the blue haired boy’s insistence.

“Huh? No, but Hizashi helped me prepare for today. Told me I needed to look my best so we just spent a day at the mall picking out an outfit and getting my hair done.” He responded, feeling more relaxed as the knot in his stomach had disappeared.

“Wha? Lucky, Nemuri was like a wild animal, she spent this past week drilling me on what to wear, how to act and what to say.” Oboro replied, a small whine in his tone as he lamented on his past hell week with Nemuri.

Laughing quietly, Shota thought; there’s nowhere he’d rather be, than by Oboro’s side. And he hoped they’d stay together forever.

The Garden

Kaminari had had a long day, his radio show had gone overtime into the night which left him finally leaving work at 5:30am. His boss, Yamazawa, had asked him to do the night shift for the next few months and seeing how he only had a few classes at the local college during the day, he was happy to comply. Normally his shift was 3pm to 1am, but a call in had gotten long leaving him to finally end his show at 5:00am with a thirty minute shut down and close.

He’d barely had the energy to walk to the nearest train station, let alone commute the rest of the way to his apartment. He was just contemplating taking a nap on the sidewalk when the most delicious smell wafted his way. Looking around, he sniffed the air before finally finding the source. It was a small building with a glowing green sign, The Garden, it read, causing Kaminari to grow ever more curious. Plants hung from the overlap of the building, soft music could be heard coming from the shop and with no reason not to, Kaminari decided to go in.

Inside the small shop Kaminari was greeted with a calm atmosphere and an overwhelmingly delightful smell. It smelled of vanilla and coffee. More plants like the ones outside decorated the place, making the whole place look like an actual garden.

“Good morning, how may I help you today?” A soft but deep voice called, drawing Kaminari’s attention to the front where a man with forest green hair stood, waiting for his response.

“Oh uhm..” Kaminari frowned, looking behind the man at the menu overhead. Realizing this was a coffee shop, Kaminari quickly found something random and ordered it, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the patiently waiting employee.

“I’ll have a medium iced matcha green tea with almond milk, please.” He rushed out, blushing a bit at the sight of the employee smiling, probably knowing he’d read the first item on the menu and gone with it.

“Alright, that’ll be 5.20$” The employee spoke, turning his screen to Kaminari so he could pay.

With a swipe of his card, he pushed the screen back into place before being told his order would be done soon.

Not wanting to look awkward by just standing around, Kaminari took a seat at the bar counter that sat just underneath a large window. He hadn’t a clue this place existed and decided to look the place up while he waited on his order. With a simple search, he learned that The Garden had only just opened recently, but already had amazing reviews about not only the coffee but the customer service too. A little more digging had told him that the shop was only open five days a week and was open from 5:30am to 1:00pm. He’d sighed at his luck before being startled slightly at the employee appearing behind him, his drink in hand with a small smile that made him feel warm.

He then thanked the employee, Midoriya, his name tag supplied, before turning back to his phone to check how long he had before he needed to go to his first class of the day. It was Friday, thankfully, which meant he only had two classes that day, one at 12am and the other at 1:30. It was 6am now which meant he had a bit of time before he’d need to go home to get what little sleep he could. Looking around once more, Kaminari found his eyes landing on Midoriya more often than not. He’d had to admit, the guy was attractive now that he was really looking. He had his hair up in a ponytail leaving his brilliant freckles on full display. He also had a few piercings, his lobes and eyebrow were pierced, with black jewelry. Noticing the man looking back at him, Kaminari quickly turned away with a blush at being caught staring.

Not wanting to further embarrass himself, Kaminari kept himself glued to his phone before the soft chiming of the door being opened piqued his interest. A blonde haired man walked in with slightly rushed steps, glancing up at the menu only for a brief moment before ordering a black tea to go. The man had then done the unexpected and walked behind the counter and into the back area, disappearing behind a door that led to where, Kaminari hadn’t a clue. Midoriya hadn’t seemed fazed at all and just went about his business preparing the other man’s order. He could hear shuffling as the blonde haired man appeared again, this time with a black backpack over his shoulder.

“Here, and there’s still a dent in the backdoor making it hard to close, so when you get the chance could you fix that too?” He heard Midoriya ask the blonde, sneaking glances at them as he eavesdropped.

“Yeah yeah, whatever nerd. I’ll be back around 10 to start working, but as of now, I’m late to my date.” The blonde man responded, taking his drink from the other.

Ah, so he was an employee. Kaminari thought, turning back to his phone to finally mind his own business.

Some time passed and he finished the last of his drink, disposing of the now empty cup into the recycling bin nearby. “Did you need anything else?” Midoriya asked, popping up out of nowhere causing Kaminari to flinch in surprise.

Steadying himself, he took in the emerald eyes staring at him with an expectant gleam.

“Ah, no, no thank you. I’m good. The drink was good. Everything is just.. good.” He’d stuttered out, screaming internally at his own awkwardness. Normally he was good with talking to people, even people he didn’t know, but everytime he was even slightly attracted to a person, his confidence all but vanished and he became a stuttering idiot with a goofy smile plastered onto his face.

“Well, thank you for coming in. Make sure to stop by again if you’d like.” Midoriya’s smooth voice broke through his haze, allowing him to collect himself and properly give a response.

“Sure, I'll do just that, uhm, have a nice day.” He replied a bit awkwardly, waving a bit before he forced himself to slowly leave the shop rather than just bolt out like he’d wanted to.

Finally arriving home, Kaminari flopped onto his bed, groaning as he ran through every small interaction he’d had with the coffee shop employee. He wanted to see him again, which was weird since normally he wouldn’t have been this interested in someone he’d only briefly talked to. But with beautiful emerald eyes dancing in his mind, he thought he’d very much like to see him again as he drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, Kaminari fell into a rhythm. His day would start at 11am, getting ready for his afternoon classes and then subsequently his job at the Present Mic’s Radio Show afterwards. From there he’d close up the station before heading home to clean up and eat dinner. Then he’d leave once more at 5am to arrive at The Garden by the time it opened. He then spent his time working on homework or whatever he’d had to do while watching Midoriya work. At 9am he’d leave again to catch what little sleep he could before having to repeat the whole thing all over again.

This routine repeated itself five days a week, leaving the weekend for him to crash and recover from the lack of sleep he got throughout the week.

It had all been worth it though as he slowly but surely got to know Midoriya. Finding out that the other wasn’t just an employee but the owner had been a surprise, his previous search said the owner was a man named Akatani, not Midoriya. When asked, Midoriya had shrugged and said that was his mothers maiden name and had been the name he used whenever he wanted to do things officially. It made sense, Kaminari guessed. Most people their age were in college and definitely didn’t own a business unless it was passed down in their family.

This just led Kaminari to be even more curious, but the last thing he wanted was to overstep his bounds.

The more Kaminari learned, the more he shared with Midoriya. The man was kind and lived with his roommate that also happened to be the spikey blonde he’d seen throughout his visits. He’d learned the man’s name was Bakugou and that both of them ran the shop while attending college. They both attended a university online while Kaminari attended the community college. He also found out that not only had Izuku already gotten his MBA or Masters of Business Administration, allowing him to fully run everything himself in his shop, but had also gone back to pursue a masters in horticulture as well. This had shocked Kaminari to his core, not only was this highly attractive man overly nice but he was also extremely intelligent as well. He was sure no matter what Midoriya set his mind to, he’d accomplish it.

He’d also shared what he was going to college for, he wanted to eventually open his own radio station, but had needed to gain several things first. He’d been slightly embarrassed telling Midoriya all of that knowing it wasn’t all that impressive but was immediately taken aback by the others' excitement.

“I knew I heard your voice from somewhere, you run the overnight show at Present Mic’s Radio Show, don’t you.” Midoriya had all but shouted, reeling himself in when he saw the shocked look on Kaminari’s face. “Sorry, I can be a bit too excitable.” Midoriya had shyly muttered, looking anywhere but at Kaminari. “No, don’t apologize, I’m just surprised you’d recognize me from that, but yeah I do, I hope the shows aren’t too boring to listen to.” He’d quickly responded, his face splitting into the biggest smile he’d ever made.

“Oh of course not, the show is never boring, actually it’s probably the only thing that gets me through my late night studies.” Midoriya had replied, letting more of his excitement seep through as he spoke.

“Well, if you’d like, I could show you around the station sometime. My boss doesn’t mind as long as I keep everything in order and close up when I’m done.” Kaminari blurted out, blushing fiercely as he did. “That’d be cool.” Midoriya had responded, a slight blush making his freckles stand out even more.

He’d left the shop that day more excited than he’d ever been in his entire life. He’d done it, he’d asked the man on a date and he’d said yes. Now all that was left was to anxiously wait for the scheduled date.

They’d both been free the following Saturday and had decided to meet at The Garden at 12pm so they could travel together to his workplace.

Kaminari had finished work a bit early with Yamazawa’s permission. He’d wanted to get home early so that he could start preparing everything for his date. He’d gotten Midoriya’s number the same day he’d offered to show him his workplace and had decided to be bold and ask the man out to lunch as well. The reply hadn’t come immediately leaving him to nervously check his phone repeatedly until he did. Midoriya had said yes and asked him to surprise him for where they’d be going. He’d immediately agreed. That had been Thursday and now that it was Friday night or well Saturday morning, Kaminari had finally gotten the chance to sit down and do some research on the restaurants near his workplace.

He’d finally chosen a restaurant with good reviews that just so happened to serve katsudon, which he totally didn’t pick because Midoriya had offhandedly mentioned that the dish was his favorite food. Glancing at the time, he cursed under his breath. It was already 6am, he hadn’t a clue time was passing that quickly and immediately flopped onto his bed to have a very short very restless nap before getting up to get ready for his date.

His alarm had him waking up at 10am, just enough time to shower, eat a very light breakfast and change three times before stumbling out the door.

He’d settled on a black shirt with a blue Jean jacket. His own ear piercings were switched from his normal silver ones to black ones. He then completed the look with a silver necklace with a lightning bolt pendant. He arrived at The Garden just minutes before Midoriya did, the man apologizing for being a bit late but was waved off by Kaminari, stating he’d only just arrived himself.

Midoriya was beautiful, he wore a dark green long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves being black in contrast. His hair was let loose to flow down to just above his shoulders and he wore dark green piercings instead of the black ones he’d seen before. Overall Kaminari was dumbfounded at the thought of such a beautiful man agreeing to go out with him.

They both stood there for a beat before Kaminari remembered he was supposed to lead the way and internally smacked himself for being so spacey.

The walk to the train station was spent getting to know each other even further than their small talks in the shop. Each new fact about Midoriya had him smiling so much his face started to ache.

“You know, I honestly was afraid you were gonna turn me down, I thought you and Bakugou were a thing but wasn’t sure.” Kaminari admitted when their conversation had lulled. The brightest laugh he’d ever heard came from beside him and he couldn’t help but stop in his tracks to take it all in. Midoriya really was beautiful when he laughed.

“Kacchan and I aren’t dating, he’s my best friend and he has a boyfriend.” Midoriya giggled. Calming a bit to smile at Kaminari sheepishly. “Actually, I’m glad you asked me out, I’ve kinda had a small crush on you since I noticed you checking me out the first day you came in.” Midoriya turned forward as he spoke, not letting Kaminari see the deep blush that colored his face.

Kaminari smiled even wider, learning that Midoriya had liked him from the beginning as well made everything so much better. He then vowed that if he was lucky enough to get a second date, he’d plan something even better than what he’d planned for today.

The date went beautifully and Midoriya had asked him to call him Izuku. He’d agreed as long as the man called him Denki. Hearing Izuku call him by his first name would always be one of Denki’s most treasured memories. Safe to say, Denki got that second date and as many as they both wanted onward.

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Lore:

Alright, I hope you enjoyed the mini fic, honestly there was more I wanted to write but decided not to lest this turn into another long WIP. But, here it is. Thank you for requesting this.

Ok I admit I may have gotten a bit outta hand with this one. Whoops.

Izuku is thirteen years old when he realizes he likes girls. It hadn’t been something on his mind due to him constantly having to worry if he was gonna make it home without being burned that day.

His realization came with a heteromorph girl offering him a flower. Her name was Miyu and her mutation caused her to have the appearance and instincts of a crow. She had bluish black wings and the same shade as her hair. Feathers could be seen growing alongside her hair, giving her an ethereal appearance. Izuku was smitten. Miyu, due to her quirk, had been ostracized and bullied by the kids at Aldera, and upon seeing Izuku in a similar situation, she chose to befriend him.

They became fast friends and would help each other bandage any wounds they’d get during the school day. Izuku had wanted so badly to confess to Miyu that he liked her, but had kept quiet, afraid he’d lose the only friend he’d made at Aldera.

Mini’s torment only worsened as the girls became more and more cruel with their harassment. And after one particularly bad day, Miyu had walked up to him, kissed him on the cheek and left Aldera Junior High for good.

Since then, Izuku had thrown himself head first into his studies and soon his training with Allmight as well. He’d finally made it to UA and with a quirk no less. Izuku was excited.

As the weeks passed, Izuku took the time to get to know his classmates. Iida and Uraraka had quickly become his friends after the entrance exam and the rest he spoke to gradually as their school days went by. One interaction stayed with him, confusing him as he turned over said interaction in his mind over and over again. Kaminari Denki was a bright and sunny person, his smile lit up a room room and with a laugh so contagious it had even made the all too serious Iida chuckle.

It was during one of their sparring classes that it happened. Izuku had been paired with Kaminari for quirkless hand to hand combat. All had been going well so far as Izuku went through the motions as if they were second hand nature. Not realizing how much of a rhythm he’d gotten into, Izuku was caught off guard as he pulled one final move, pinning Kaminari to the ground. Neither moved an inch as both of them seemed to be recovering from their own shock. “Wow Midoriya, didn’t know you could fight like that.” Kaminari spoke first, eyes drifting to the side as a blush spread across his cheeks. “Uhh, yeah.” Izuku responded dumbly, a fluttering feeling in his stomach startling him into moving off the other. “So, you mind showing me what you just did there?” Kaminari asked, shifting head so that his long blonde hair would cover his face more. “Huh? Oh uhm sure.” Izuku responded, deciding to ignore the strange feeling inside him in favor of helping his classmate.

Time passed and before Izuku could properly process his feelings, they were attacked. The USJ had been traumatic and had clear affects on all of them. Then the attack on the training camp followed by Kacchans kidnapping and Izuku had all but forgotten the weird feeling he’d gotten on that day when they’d sparred. Soon it was their 2nd year at UA and his time as an impromptu vigilante ended. He’d only been back at UA for a week when that fluttering feeling came back. He’d been watching Kaminari and Kacchan spar when the electric boy suddenly shot forward, somehow managing to get Kacchan pinned to the ground.

He wasn’t sure what the feeling was but, he knew whatever it was, it only ever happened when Kaminari was involved. Deciding to figure this mystery out later, Izuku resolved to shove down these strange feelings and prepare for the inevitable battle ahead.

—

It was 12am and he couldn’t sleep. He’d tried, he really had but it was no use. He hadn’t slept well in months and he hadn’t a clue when or even if he’d ever go back to normal. Instead of staring up at his ceiling like he did most nights, Izuku decided to head downstairs, figuring some tea might help calm his nerves. To his surprise, the lights in the kitchen were already on. Coming to a stop at the entrance, Izuku watched as Kaminari moved around the kitchen in almost a daze, pacing back and forth with what looked to be a steaming mug in his hands.

“Kaminari?” Izuku called quietly, not wanting to startle the other.

“Huh? Oh, hey Midoriya. What’s got you up so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Same.”

A bout of silence encompassed them as neither really knew what to say in the moment.

“Hey, Midoriya; can I ask you something?” Kaminari asked, pausing his pacing in the process.

“Sure, Kaminari.” He replied.

“Do you think we’re all gonna make it back? … alive I mean.” The blonde asked, a look Izuku had never seen before crossing over the boy's face.

He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t know what the other needed to hear. It would be easy to say yes, that they would all make it back and not to be afraid. But he couldn’t promise that and he thinks Kaminari wouldn’t want to hear that anyways.

So, he tells him the only thing he can.

“I don’t know. I want to say yes, I want to believe we’ll all make it back alive, but I’m just not sure. I’m sorry, Kaminari.” He replied softly, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest as he spoke.

Silence fell over them once more before being broken again by a soft sob. Kaminari had gone from seemingly being frozen in place to on the ground in a heartbeat. Before Izuku had even realized, his body had moved on its own.

Cradling Kaminari against him, Izuku spent the next 30 minutes consoling the blonde before finally with one last sniffle, Kaminari moved from his hold only to give out one of the best sounds Izuku had ever heard. Laughing softly, Kaminari ran his fingers through his tousled hair and smiled awkwardly up at Izuku. “Sorry bout that, I’m a bit of a mess I guess. Which isn’t surprising, I’ve been stumbling my way through all this. Fuck I wish I was like you. You’re so cool and thoughtful. Even now you’re sitting here trying to comfort me when you’re probably still up due to your own problems.” Kaminari spoke, the little light Izuku could see in his eyes fading even more. Before he knew it he was speaking.

“What? You’re absolutely cool and thoughtful. You’ve been working so hard just like everyone else. Don’t sell yourself short, I mean, you’ve always been there to lift people up when they're sad, it’s only fair I do the same for you now. Plus how could I not, someone as bright as you shouldn’t be crying alone.” Izuku word vomited, only stopping once Kaminari had started laughing.

“Damn, you really are all it. No wonder half the guys and girls in our class like you so much. You’d make an amazing partner.” Kaminari chuckled some more, not realizing just how quiet and red Izuku had gotten. “Wha- huh?” Was all he could stammer out, not knowing what to say in this situation. Kaminari only laughed harder at the baffled look on Izuku's face, causing the green haired boy to huff in exasperation before responding with his own statement that had Kaminari freezing.

“Well, it’s the same for you isn’t it? Most of the guys and girls in our class would happily take you out and don’t get me started on Shinsou. Hell, anyone would be lucky to have you as a partner.” Izuku spoke, happy at his own little win when the other boy froze and turned beet red.

“Would you though?” Kaminari asked, voice only just above a whisper.

“Would I what?”

“Would you feel lucky if we went out?” Kaminari responded, not even looking in his general direction any more.

His mind screeched to a halt. Would he? Did he even like guys? He wasn’t sure, he’d only ever liked that one girl from his middle school days and hadn’t had much time to consider liking anyone right now due to the impending war. He thought of the fluttering feeling he felt whenever Kaminari was near and decided to break his previous promise and explore it more now.

“Yeah. I think I’d be really lucky.” Izuku softly replied, his blush deepening as he did.

“Hey, Mido- no Izuku. If we make this out alive, will you go out with me?”

Time froze and that fluttering feeling that had been growing in his chest from their conversation, exploded.

“Yes. I’d love to go out with you, Denki.” He immediately responded, not even realizing he was opening his mouth before the words just tumbled out.

Looking up, he met the golden eyes of the boy he wanted to get to know further. He wasn’t sure if he liked all boys but it was clear as day to him that he was growing to like this one.

—-

The next day, Izuku laughed as an exasperated Jirou had to explain to Kaminari that yes, a person could like both multiple genders and no this doesn’t mean he has to stop liking girls as well.

End

Lore: Let me know what y’all thought of this mini-fic!!

Let me know what y’all thought of this mini-fic

Erik: I’ve lost everything, why would I come back

Raven: You still have us, you have more family than you know… and Charles misses you too

Erik: *switches sides immediately*

Erik: Why didn’t you lead with that. Did he mention me?