Katsuki Bakugo:

Bakugo has never been into having fans as he is just being all together admired. Not one for social interactions, he tends to clam up and become defensive when asked for an autograph, so when he's approached by a fangirl, he wants nothing to do with them. Especially if he's out with you, off duty. If one does happen to approach, and ignoring them doesn't do the trick, he'll make sure he's not their favorite hero anymore by the end of it.

"Do I look like I'm on duty to you? Can't you see I'm out with my partner or are you fucking blind? Piss off, I ain't signin' any damn autographs."

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku totally understands how it feels to be a hopelessly obsessed fan, so he cuts his fans a lot of slack- sometimes too much. Though he rerfused to admit it at first, he has a lot of fangirls. and he's never the type to hurt someone's feelings on purpose, so he almost always stops for free autographs and photo ops. It can be sometimes frustrating how much of a people pleaser he can be, but rest assured, if he feels like you are getting too uncomfortable, or a fan is becoming too bold, he politely and swiftly ends the interaction.

"Hey, thanks for the support! I'd love to stay and chat, but it's actually my day off, so me and and my partner here are gonna move along. Hope to see you at the next event I attend, though!"

Tenya Iida:

Iida does truly enjoy interactions with his fanbase, but he considers that part of the job, and he's very strick about working off the clock. Because of this, he declines nearly every interaction if he's off duty. He absolutely has no tollerance for being flirted with, either, especially in front of you.

"I appreiciate your enthusiasm, but I and currently off duty and will not be indulging in fan interaction at this time! Please feel free to catch me anytime you see me in uniform! Good day!"

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto doesn't beleive he has fans, genuinely. He can't quite wrap his head around having a fanbase, or being a fan of a celebrity in the first place, due to how he grew up. It tends to bewilder him when strangers approach him on the street wanting autographs, even more so when they try and put the moves on him. It just goes in one ear and out the other.

"You want an autograph? Why? Well, okay, I guess, but then we should get going. My partner and I are busy."

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima tends to have a very healthy balance of pleasing fans and knowing when to say no. He loves giving out autographs, taking selfies, and giving hugs to all his fans. He especially loves interactions with child fans because it reminds him of how he idolized Crimson Riot, and he hopes to inspire someone like that too. He is, however, very aware when he's being flirted with or sexualized, and has no issue with promptly, albeit politely shutting it down.

"Alright, ladies, I understand someone as manly as me attracts a lot of attention, but my partner here is the only one I've got eyes for, and I ask that you please respect that."

Denki Kaminari:

Unfortunaely for you, Denki loves attention from fans, especially from his fangirls. He never turns down a signing or photo op, posing with girls however they want, even if it means something suggestive. To his credit, he will stop if you ask him to, but you still have to ask.

"Oh, what's that? Okay. Sorry ladies, we gotta run, but catch me at the next meet and greet!"

Hanta Sero:

Like Kirishima, Sero seems to have a pretty healthy mix of reactions. He loves his fans to death and would do most anything for them, especially kids. He lets his fangirls sexualize him to a small extent, knowing they probably don't totally realize he's a real person, but if they come to commenting on his body, or touching more than his shoulder, upper back, or elbows, he puts a stop to it.

"Now, that's enough, ladies. I appreiciate the admiration but even us celebrities have to set boundaries. It was nice meeting you, but it's actually my day off so me and my partner are gonna get, have a nice day!"

Minoru Mineta:

Like Denki, Mineta unfortunately lets his fangirls do whatever they want to him, short of carry him off. He actually does sometimes feel guilty for hurting your felings, however. He just doesn't realize how his flirting can affect you at times. He hopes you know that, even if he does flirt back, it's you who he truly loves!

"Awe, babe, I'm sorry! They don't even matter to me, I swear! It's you that I love, not some silly fangirl!"

Tokoyami Fumikage:

Tokoyami for the life of him does not know how to interact with his fans. He gets overwhelmed by crowds, but can usually handle interactions if they come one or two at a time. He typically caters to most requests, unless they happen to be personal questions, or something embarrassing. He doesn't like the idea of some fans being attracted to him, as he's only attracted to you, and he feels guilty beign someone's unrequited love. Due to this, he doesn't entertain any kind of flirting from any of his fans, no matter what gender.

"Sorry, I'm not comfrotable signing that for you, can you pick something else? My partner here is my only love, so it wouldn't be right of me to sign your photo with anything romantic."

Mezo Shoji:

It took a lot of convincing to get Shoji to understand that he had fans, let alone ones that were attracted to him. he's just not used to people other than you thinking of him that way, with his mutations and all. You actually had to show him all of the fan works of him online to get him to believe you. That being said, Shoji loves his fans, but he tends to get overwhelmed by the sheer number of them, and the fact that the can forget he's a person, not a character. In the past, he's had issues with fangirls stroking his muscles during photo ops, squeezing his pecks, and one even tried to yank his mask down. Luckily since then, he has learned how to manage fan interactions much better.

"Hey, don't do that. I'm a person, just like you, please treat me how you'd want to be treated. And don't disrespect my partner by tyring something inappropriate right in front of them."

Mashiroa Ojiro:

Like Shoji, Ojiro had a hard time accepting he had fans, but took much less convincing on your part. What he really struggled with was coming to terms with some of his fans liking him romantically. He doesn't typically turn away fan interactions, even on his days off, but he does cut them shorter that he would if he were working. If someone tries anything inappropriate, he ends the interaction right there.

"Sorry, I don't appreciate what you just did. Besides, it's my day off and I'd like to spend it with my partner here. I forgive you though, and hope to see you again at a meet and greet in the future!"

Tamaki Amajiki:

Tamaki appreciates the thought of having fans, and when standing intront of a cheering crowd, he can soemtiems handle it, but he really hates fan interactions. He never knows how to handle them, and many end up with him just nervously standing by while a stranger takes pictures with him, many times without his permission. Many times, you have to step up from him and ask the person politely to move along, which he always appreiciates.

Deku, Denki, Kirishima, Mina, Iida, Ochako, Shoji, Ojiro, Momo

Bakugou, Sero, Denki, Shinsou

Bakugou, Vigilante Deku, Denki, Jiro, Momo

Denki, Todoroki (does NOT understand but hes there for it), Tokoyami, Tsu, Kirishima

Denki (Sorry half of these are just so him), Deku, Mina, Hagakure, Aoyama, Koda

Aoyama, Bakugou, Vigilante Deku, Tokoyami, Shinsou, Mi..mineta.. (sorry i wanted to include everyone atleast one and that does include him)

Sato, Denki, Sero, Mineta, Bakugou eventually trust 🙏🙏

Toga straddled him, her knife pressed to his throat with a disturbing gentleness. She giggled as she leaned closer until her nose was nearly brushing his.

Her lips curled into a twisted smile.

"I've been thinking since I saw you..." she said with a breathless giggle, "...that you’d be so much cuter if you just bled a little more!" she chirped. "I can help with that!"

Izuku tried to jerk back but her grip was firm, her blade dangerously close to his skin. Before she could press down a blur of motion burst onto the scene.

“Midoriya!” Shoji’s voice rang out before he slamming into Toga, knocking her off the All For One successor. 

Shoji positioned himself protectively in front of Izuku. “Stay away from Midoriya!” he growled, flexing his arms as if to shield the freckled boy from the psychotic girl before them.

Regaining her footing a pout formed on Toga's lips as she glared at Shoji.

"So that's how it is." she hissed, voice dripping with mock disappointment. "You want to come between us?" She tilt her head as if sizing him up before sneering, “To be honest you’re not really my type...but I’ll cut you anyway!”

She readied her blade, her stance lowering as she prepared to lunge at them both with an eerie smile spreading across her face.

But just as she was about to spring a smooth teasing voice rang out from the darkness.

“Now Toga...is that any way to treat such cute boys?”

The entire clearing froze.

Emerging from the shadows of the trees, you stepped into view with an effortless sultry grace.

Every eye was on you as you made your entrance; your figure framed by the moonlight filtering through the branches.

Your outfit—striking, bold, impossible to ignore—casted a faint gleam off the accessories around your waist.

A hot pink corset hugged your frame in a way that emphasized every curve. It ended just above your hips—leaving a hint of skin between it and the top of your dangerously short black mini skirt that hugged your hips.

The skirt barely brushed the tops of your thighs, swaying with each confident step. Around your waist a glittering chain belt spelled out "SEXY" in bold gleaming letters.

And as you walked, the belt jingled softly, bringing focus to the thin thong straps peeking out at your hips.

Toga’s reaction was instant.

Her previous focus on the fight forgotten as her cheeks flushed.

She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as if to contain the girlish giggle that escaped her lips.

Dabi couldn’t help but smirk. “What a way to be late to the party,” he grumbled, though there was no real bite behind it.

You let out a soft airy giggle, tilting your head coyly as you stepped closer to the flame user.

"Aww don’t be like that Dabi," you pouted. "I bet you were hoping to cause some real trouble without me, hmm?"

Your voice dripped with feigned sweetness, an almost musical lilt as you dragged a teasing hand along his arm.

The heat he emitted didn’t faze you in the slightest; you merely smiled—unfazed by the danger as if the fire itself was a welcome warmth.

Dabi’s mouth twitched into a smirk, his gaze dark and amused as he leaned into your touch ever so slightly.

"Tch," he scoffed with a lazy grin, his tone dry. "You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up late and acting like you own the place."

You chuckled unbothered, finally letting your palm captured his jaw, your grip gentle but unyielding.

“Maybe I do,” you teased. Lifting his face just enough to make sure he met your gaze, your thumb brushed along his scarred jawline as if daring him to object.

His eyes narrowed but he didn’t pull away, his lazy grin just edging on something deeper.

But before you could take it further the familiar weight of arms tightened around you.

"____!"

Toga was at your side, her excitement palpable as pressed close against you as if starved for your attention.

You felt her lean into you and with a sigh of mock disappointment, you reluctantly pulled away from Dabi, giving him one last playful smirk as you shifted your focus to her.

Toga’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and sparkling as she gazed up at you with adoration. Her grip tightened as if afraid you’d disappear again.

"You’re finally here!" she nearly sang, her voice bubbling with joy. She melted against you, almost purring, as if every inch of her had been waiting for this moment.

With a soft laugh you wrap your arms around her waist as you place a leg between hers. Bringing your face close to hers, you tilt her chin up with a gentle touch.

Her breath hitched and she practically melted under your gaze.

“Toga darling,” you murmured low, “you know I don’t like it when you drink blood from others. You’re mine remember?”

You trace a thumb over her cheek with a playfully possessive smirk.

Toga’s eyes sparkled, a mix of exhilaration and devotion lighting up her face as she giggled, her blush deepening.

"Of course! I just...well I couldn’t help myself," she admitted while leaning closer. Her voice was breathless as if your mere presence had left her spellbound. "But if you don’t like it I won’t do it again!"

From somewhere behind you Twice’s voice broke through the moment—loud and unabashed.

“Hot girl-on-girl action!” he shouted enthusiastically before contradicting himself, “Disgusting! Get a room you underage minors!”

Izuku, still lying on the ground where Toga had left him, stared in stunned confusion; his cheeks flushed as he tried to process the bizarre scene unfolding in front of him.

Even Shoji seemed uncertain as he glanced between you, Dabi, and Toga with a mixture of confusion and discomfort.

And then there was Todoroki: though his face remained stoic, a faint blush tinging his cheeks betrayed his surprise as he quickly averted his eyes, trying—and failing—to appear unbothered.

Before any of them could collect their thoughts a sudden burst of light flared nearby.

The ground shook slightly and merging from the haze Mr. Compress leaped to his feet.

“Ugh!” he groaned, straightening with a melodramatic sigh. His mask glinted in the dim light and his posture radiated irritation as he dusted himself off. “You just had to ruin my exit with your seductress behavior you...you harlot!”

You barely spared him a glance, still entirely focused on Toga who beamed up at you in her own lovestruck world.

Dabi let out a snicker as he turned to Compress. “You got Bakugo?”

Compress adjusted his top hat with a proud tilt and step forward. “Of course!” He reached into his coat pocket.

Then Shoji, taking advantage of the villains’ distraction, gave a low shout. “Midoriya, Todoroki! We’re done here. Let’s go!”

This caught your attention and you finally pulled back from Toga, a single eyebrow raising in slight amusement as the trio began to flee.

The blonde blood drinker didn't even notice the chaos swirling around—clinging to you—still love drunk.

“I'm not sure what your Quirk is, but it had to do with those little marbles right? The ones you stashed in your pocket. ” Shoji boldly brandished the two glowing orbs. “So I'm guessing these are Tokoyami and Bakugo. I managed to take them during the earlier skirmish.” he announced in a defiant tone.

With that, he grab a hold of Izuku, hoisting him up and giving him a gentle push.

The smaller boy stumbled forward but quickly regained his footing as Todoroki to follow suit.

"Ha ha ha! Well color me impressed," Compress taunted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just as I’d expect from someone with so many hands. How splendid."

The UA students barely had a moment to celebrate before a thick purple mist began swirling in from the shadows. Todoroki skids to a halt with gritted teeth. "Not this guy..."

Shoji holds an arm out in front of his two classmates. "He was at the USJ. The warp villain."

“It’s been five minutes since the signal. We must retreat,” Kurogiri’s voice cut through the air.

With a disappointed sigh, Toga reluctantly peeled herself from your side, giving Izuku one last mischievous smile as she blew him a flirtatious kiss.

“Sorry Izuku! But I’ll see you 'kay?” Her voice was sweet and sing-song, completely c to the contrasting the devastation in his wide horrified eyes.

Instead of leaving into the portal, you lingered beside Dabi, your playful demeanors replaced by something darker—more serious.

Dabi’s voice dropped into a low threatening growl as his gaze remained fixed on them with a dangerous glint. “We’re not leavin' without the kid.” 

The theatrical villain let out a condescending chuckle.

“Don't worry,” Compress said haughtily, “They were so proud of themselves for rooting through my pockets that I thought I'd let them gloat.”

He lifted a hand to his mouth and tapped his cheek, a wicked gleam shinning in his eyes.

“You really think I’d be so careless?” he taunted, his words calculated and smug. “Allow me to explain a basic tenant of magic. If I'm flaunting something shiny...”

Opening his mouth, two small marbles were revealed resting on his tongue—the real Bakugo and Tokoyami. “...it's because there's something else I don't want you to see”

Shoji's eyes widened in dismay as he shakily looked at the marbles in his hand. “No...”

Immediately the two objects explode; revealing what was really trapped inside the small objects.

Todoroki stiffen in disbelief. "...is that my ice?"

“Ah that’s right!” Compress grinned, indulging in his own theatrics. “During that freezing attack I prepared these dummies and slipped them into my right pocket for a little misdirection.”

“Damn it!” Izuku clenched his fists as desperation flashed in his green eyes. “His quirk...it lets him compress and hold things.”

The Vanguard Action Squad member smirked as rage simmered beneath their shock. “Forgive me but I do so adore a twist ending.”

“You can’t do this!” Izuku shouted, voice cracking with both anger and helplessness. He took a step forward, his body trembling with the need to act.

Kurogiri's purple mist began to envelope the three of you. And for a brief moment the young heroes could only watch stunned as your forms began to dissolve into the darkness.

“One last bow,” Mr. Compress declared grandly, leaning forward with a mocking smile as his gaze held steady on the trio of dismayed students. “And then...the curtain fal—”

A sudden blinding beam of light sliced through the misty gloom, steicking Compress squarely in the face. 

It sent him staggering backward as his mask shattered to pieces like broken glass in the moonlight.

The unexpected attack jolted everyone out of their momentary stupor.

Compress gasped, clutching his face as his precious marbles slipped from his grip, spinning wildly through the air.

You snapped your head toward the source of the laser and caught a brief glimpse of blond hair peeking through the dense undergrowth. 

The corner of your mouth quirked in slight annoyance—these kids had more fight in them than you’d expected.

Shoji surged forward, managing to grab one of the marbles just before it could roll out of reach.

Not far from him Todoroki stretched his hand toward the second one. But just as his fingertips brushed it, delicate fuchsia pink coffin nails swept in and plucked it mid-fall.

Todoroki froze. His gaze was wide with shock as his mismatched gaze locked on yours.

Your fuchsia-colored eyes gleamed under the moonlight, the broken heart-shaped pupils shimmering with a taunting glint.

You held the marble up between your fingers letting it catch the faint beams of light.  Your smile widened as you took in his stunned expression.

“Aww,” you coo in a soft mocking lilt. “Better luck next time cutie~”

Before he could process your words, the familiar warmth of semi-burnt hands settled around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest.

Dabi leaned in close, his smirk as sharp as the glint in his turquoise eyes as he rested his head next to yours.

“Well,” he drawled, enjoying every hint of distress on ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶b̶̶r̶̶o̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶'̶s̶ the young hero’s face. “Isn’t that a tragedy?”

Compress—still recovering from the unexpected laser shot—muttered a few choice words under his breath.

He finally managed to gather his composure, though irritation was still evident in the way he snapped his fingers.

In a flash the marbles in your hands expanded revealing Bakugo and Tokoyami in their true forms.

Tokoyami stumbled beside Shoji as he regained his balance while Bakugo thrashing as soon as he materialized.

His face was twisted in a fierce scowl, anger blazing in his eyes as he struggled against Dabi’s firm grip around his neck.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” Bakugo barked as he tried to wriggle free.

Ignoring his fury you slip an arm around his waist—pressing yourself closer as you looked up at him in a twisted kind of admiration.

 “You’re such a fighter...” your tone was sickly sweet, gaze trailing over his scowling face as he glared back at you. “...me likey~”

“Checkmate,” Dabi tightened his grip on Bakugo’s neck with an sneern.

“Kaachan no!” Izuku’s desperate scream echoed through the clearing. His feet pounded against the forest floor as he struggled to close the distance.

He kept his gaze locked on Bakugo; horror and helplessness painted across his face as the mist from Kurogiri’s portal began to swirl around them once more.

Bakugo’s eyes shot toward Izuku. “Stay back...Deku...”  His voice echoed faintly as he struggled to keep view of the greenette, his sight dimming as the darkness closed in.

“KACCHAN! NOOOOO!” Izuku’s voice broke. Pain was etched across his face as he reached out futilely.

His fingers curled into the final dark wisps as it swallowed Bakugo and the League whole leaving the clearing in shadow and silence.

3RD PERSON POV:

It was a bright and sunny saturday morning, birds happily chirping outside of your window.

You were lying in your bed reading a book to unwind, you so desperately needing a break from the shit Class 1-A ends up getting into damn near daily. You loved UA, don't get me wrong, but you didn't expect to be saving the world at 16. You thought you'd at least get a 10 year head start! The book you were reading was extremely interesting, which was surprising given the fact that you had stole borrowed it from Bakugou. It was a story about AI taking over the world, and a group of kids banding together to put a stop to the terror. Just as the story was really getting good, you feel your phone start to vibrate, pausing your music in the process. With a groan, you glance at your phone, the contact picture making your face heat up. It's your best friend, Mineta, which was weird because he usually spent his saturdays sleeping in or hanging out with Kaminari. You smile to yourself as you answer the phone, "Helloo?" You say, dragging out the last syllable. "Oh! Hey- Hey [name]! Shit, sorry, didn't actually expect you to pick up heh, figured you'd be busy" he stammered out, tripping over his words. You laugh at his reaction, the heat in your face picking up. God, he's just the cutest you think to yourself as you clear your throat, "Well I WAS kinda busy, but I'll always pick up if it's you Noru. You're up earlier than usual tho, what's up? Denki broke up with you?" You giggled as you teased him. Mineta's laughter echoed through you headphones, making you heart skip a beat. "I'm offended by that, I'm WAY out of Denki's league," he joked back, still laughing. His voice suddenly softened as he cleared his throat, "No no uhm.. I was actually calling to ask if you'd wanna hang out? Just us? Been a bit since we've had some time to ourselves, y'know? BUT NOT LIKE A DATE OR ANYTHING Y'KNOW JUST CUZ YOU'RE LIKE MY BEST FRIEND HAHA JUST TWO FRIENDS... hanging out..." his voice went up an octave at the end as he began rambling about how he "wasn't being weird" and just "really missed being around you." You smile softly at this, letting a small chuckle escape your lips. "I'd love to hang out man, no worries. Though is it cool if we just stay in? Don't really feel like walking today, yesterday absolutely KILLED my legs." You gently reply, recalling yesterday's intense training session. "Yeah!! Yeah yeah uhm totally yeah that's awesome bro haha we can definitely stay in," he stuttered out, clearly surprised that you agreed and also very flustered. He sucked his teeth before letting out a deep breath, his voice shaky as he asked, "Wanna come to my dorm? Since we always hang out in yours..." You stopped for a minute and started to think. You can't recall ever seeing his dorm actually, as he was right about yours being the hangout hotspot. "Sure! Better have all your porn mags away before I get there tho ya freakazoid." You heard a very quiet 'yes!' Come from his end before he cleared his throat again, nervously laughing as he spoke, "Alright then! Just uhm... come over whenever you're ready! And unlike YOU i actually keep my dorm clean." You scoff at his remark, "My dorm is spotless, thank you very much. Cya soon Noru." "Yeah right, cya [nickname]."

You stood up from your bed, tossing your bonnet on it as you searched through your 'very efficient clothes pile', which was your excuse to never put clothes up. After throwing on a band tee and some joggers, you made your way to your vanity to get ready.

HIS POV:

Ho. Ly. SHIT. SHE ACTUALLY SAID YES. SHE'S GONNA COME OVER TO MY DORM. I quickly look around, making sure my room is infact spotless like I had told her over the phone. I smiled at the fact that the only messy part was my desk, which was just covered in my homework, and my dresser. "Phew, good thing I don't gotta clean up! Tho i probably should atleast make myself look decent..." I made my way over to my mirror as I took a moment to look at myself. My hair was a mess, my face had dried up drool on it, i was still in my pajamas, and I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. I looked like i had just rolled out of bed, which i had but still! She didn't need to see me like this, that's so embarrassing for me. All i could think about as i got ready was how excited i was to see her, but I quickly felt a wave of anxiety rush over me.

Fuck fuck fuck what if she thinks my room is silly, what if it's not up to her standards, what if i accidentally make her uncomfortable fuckkkk what if I-

3RD PERSON POV:

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Am I allowed... to look at her like that?" He began, his voice soft and sweet, "Could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at?" Ah, so he was writing a love song, you didn't expect that from Mineta to be honest

The sound of you knocking broke Mineta from his spiraling, his face heating up as it hit him just who exactly was at the door. "C-COMING!! BE RIGHT THERE!" He shouted, sounds of shuffling heard through the door. You shifted from one foot to the other, nervousness slowly infecting your body. You looked down at your outfit, feeling a tad underdressed. You don't know why, you were just gonna hang out in his room, but you felt like you should've put a little more effort into your look. You were brought back to reality by the sound of Mineta opening his door. He looked up at you, meeting your gaze and smiling widely, "H-hey [name]! Sorry for not opening the door sooner, you caught me at a bad time hehe," he said, his voice small and awkward. You took notice of his forehead, it was slightly covered in water, letting you know he had just finished showering. The imagery of him showering made it's way into your head, causing you to blush and avoid eye contact with the boy, "Nah nah no worries man, you all good. Uh, can I come in or am i just gonna stand here...?" He blushed at that and laughed, "Yeah, of course! Sorry, here," he opened the door wider and moved to the side, allowing you to enter. As you made your way into his room, you felt your jaw drop in awe. His room was... normal? It was spotless just like he said it'd be, and he had a desk littered in homework and figurines, a nice bed with a fluffy green blankey, posters on his wall, and... oh my god is that "A guitar? You play guitar?" You asked him, your eyes lit up. He blushed harder at your expression as he scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah, I'm working on a song right now actually! Denki wanted to get one for Jirou, and I tagged along, and ended up with her." He said as he carefully picked up the guitar. It was a beautiful [favorite color] acoustic guitar, complete with a lavender strap on the back. "You wanna hold her? She's tough, so I know you won't damage her." You laughed as you happily accepted his offer and took the guitar into your hands, gently lifting the strap over your head, "So... her? It's a girl?" He blushed and started fidgeting with his hands, "Uh, yeah, just feels right to let it be a girl, y'know?" even though he knew the real reason he thought of it as a girl was because it was your favorite color and reminded him of you. He watched as you fiddled with the strings for a bit before playing a little tune. He didn't recognize it, but he also made no effort to as he looked at you in astonishment. "Woah... you play too?" He asked, staring at you absolutely starstruck. "Yeah, you're not the only one with a secret rockstar career man! I've been playing since I was young actually, it was my mom and i's favorite bonding activity... can I hear the song you're working on?" You asked, your voice quiet. You saw a look of panic rush over his features before leaving just as quickly as it appeared. "Uhm... fine. But you can't laugh, okay?" You giggled and held out your pinky, "Promise i won't laugh." He interlocked your pinkies and smiled, taking the guitar back from you and making his way to his bed. As he put the guitar into his lap and messed with the tuning a bit, he looked up and patted the spot next to him. "Sit." Was all he said, and you happily accepted, climbing into his bed. He cleared his throat and sighed, his fingers beginning to pluck at the strings.

You felt a pang in your chest, anxiety telling you that you wasted your time and that you'd never be able to have him now. You brushed it off as he continued, "And she smells like lemongrass and sleep, she tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture. And she... means everything to me, oh.." his voice sang out, and you felt tears sting the corners of your eyes. You couldn't tell if it was because of you enjoying the song, or the jealousy brewing inside of you. "I'd never tell...No, I'd never say a word" he scrunched his eyes up as he began the next part, almost as if to prevent tears, "And oh, it aches...but it feels oddly good to hurt." You smiled, taking in the raw emotion he was displaying. "And she smells like lemongrass and sleep..she tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture...and she means everything to me, oh.." He suddenly looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours as you noticed tears threatening to fall, "And I'll be okay admiring from afar, cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart..." You swore your heart stopped as you two stared into each other's eyes, sharing the same teary eyed look with one another, "And she tastes like birthday cake, and storytime, and fall...But to her...I taste of nothing at all" as he finished off the verse he broke his stare, looking at his legs as tears silently fell. With a shaky voice he continued on, "And she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture..." as he repeated the chorus one last time, you remembered the fact that he did in fact keep a polaroid picture of a girl in his phone case, "And she means everything to me...Yes, she means everything to me! She... means everything to...me..." he finished, sighing as he brought his hand to his face to wipe his tears away. You felt your heartbeat speed up, because the polaroid he kept in his phone case was of you. You both had matching polaroids of each other that you kept. This song was about

"Me?" He sniffled as he looked up at you, "wh-what?" You laughed, tears escaping your eyes, "The song. You wrote that about me, didn't you?" You saw his expression change from confusion to one of heartbreak and embarrassment, blush covering his face. "Oh... yeah... I-I did... you probably think I'm super weird huh? I get if you don't wanna be friends anymo-" his sentence was cut off as you brought your lips on to his. His eyes widened as he processed what was happening. You were kissing him. He wasn't dreaming. YOU were kissing HIM. his eyes softened as he returned the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. You took a mental note of the fact he was a sloppy kisser, probably due to lack of experience, but you didn't mind at all. You found it sweet, you were his first kiss. He pulled away, a goofy smile plastered on his face, "So... you're not mad?" You threw your head back as you let out a loud laugh, "OF COURSE I'M NOT MAD DUMMY, I KISSED YOU!" He blushed and crossed his arms, "HEY YOU CANT BLAME ME YOU'D ASK THE SAME IF YOU WERE ME" He shouted back in defense. You wiped the tears from your face as your laugh shrunk into a giggle, "Jesus you're an idiot, I love you, Mineta. A lot. I have for a while now." You watched as he covered his face with his hands, blood slowly trickling down from his nose, "I-I-I don't know what to say [name] I- holy shit. You love me... YOU LOVE ME. I LOVE YOU TOO." You smiled and kissed the back of his hand. "Guess that makes us a thing now..?" He simply nodded in response, too flustered to form any more words. It was a good enough answer for you as you rested your head on his shoulder. You sat like that for a bit, before his voice cut through the silence.

“are you sure this is okay?” you ask him, coyly, as you descend onto his face, knowing that you’re practically smothering him with your folds. he whispers something muffled back, something that you can’t hear - or pretend you can’t anyway - and squeezes the fat of your ass cheeks in encouragement. a yes, a resounding yes. 

his tongue darts into your center sharply and he sucks, and your eyes roll back in your head, and you move in tandem with the licks, mounting your pleasure higher and higher with every rock back and forth.

perhaps you’d suffocate him like this, but you know his limit is surprisingly higher than you’d anticipate in such a small man; you press forth and he squeezes you tighter against him until you cum, creaming all over his face.

he glistens with your juices as you finally pull yourself off of him, spread-eagle on the bed and stickier than the purple balls on his head. he sighs with relief as he licks his lips to taste more of your juices. you pant as you watch him, your complexion still deep and warm from your first orgasm.

he pulls himself to sitting and grins lasciviously. 

“lay back and press your titties together for me.”

you obey and he straddles you, slotting the small member in the space between your breasts. it’s warm and hard, and distracting from the sticky balls he’s used to keep your arms spread. as you moan, he sticks another one in your mouth. the taste is... grape-like as you would suspect, but slightly more bitter. pungent, even. 

the friction increases as he moans, grinding back and forth against your skin - sliding, wet and slippery like an eel, and finally he cums, watery and putrid in your face.

he kisses it off your face, licking it clean.  

“does daddy get a final course?” he asks. the ball that muffles you pops out of your mouth.

“of course, daddy,” you say batting your eyelashes. your legs open and he kneels in between, tapping his now floppy, still-refractory member onto your pussy as you both wait for it to harden. during this time, he contents himself with massaging your breasts, marveling at the speed with which your nipples harden unlike him, pebbling under his fingertips and his tongue. once he’s ready he pushes in with a loud groan, hands running up the length of your arms, letting the balls in your hand release so that he can press his palms against yours. 

“mm, you feel so good,” you tell him. he needs the praise; it makes him work harder, faster, pumping in and out of you like a wine press. 

“of course I do, i always do, sweetheart,” he assures you, but his voice is unsteady, groaning as he tries to get those last few erratic strokes in, then releases, emptying the only balls he has that aren’t purple into you and collapsing on the gentle softness of your belly. 

you sigh pleasantly together.