Hello, love!(◕ᴗ◕✿)

Thank you sm, I'm touched on how you found this wonderful blog ;---;!! Really happy you love the theme :>

To answer the question anonnie, yes I am! I had recently finished Dan Heng's companion mission, but I have yet to start Luka's but will do around this week once summer classes ends ^-^,, and speaking of the main story, very much so too!

Ooooo!! I have made a crossover post before, I am willing and open to make one! ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Thank you for the idea!! If you wish to make a request, kindly send a new ask anonnie ♡

Ok first character that came to mind is shinso?

aaaaaaaa shinsouuuuu!! >< been wanting to write for him ♡ thank you for the requesttt! sorry it took this long :c ,, also this is supposedly a full angst one but i cannot resist on turning it into a comfort fic </3

—shinsou hitoshi.

sfw. gn!reader. self-insert. contains angst and comfort themes. wholesome and fluff themes as well with a dash of funny moments. established friendship.

warnings: mentions of food + a section of shinsou's brief past before ua (regarding his quirk), and a mention of a curse word (once!)

note: thank youuu thank youuuu againnnn for requesting bestieee! ♡

this takes place after the sports festival arc! this one is mainly focused on shinsou's pov :0 + if there are any inaccuracies i apologize :<

Shinsou Hitoshi. Unpredictable, is what many used to describe him. In a sense wherein his old peers viewed his own quirk as villainous.

Half expecting he'd be a villain because of it.

The majority are exposed to flashy quirks, thinking of such have higher chances of becoming heroes than those who do not. It's somewhat treating a particular status-quo as normal. Any other quirk beyond those categories might be seen under the villains. However, quirkless individuals are often ridiculed or looked down upon.

For Shinsou Hitoshi, he had grown to deal with it. And had learned to adapt to his quirk despite being less flashy than the rest. Shinsou couldn't care less.

Yet the strong yearning to be recognized of his potential into being part of the Hero Class is a goal he's willing to get.

He wants to prove anyone who had doubted him—that they were wrong about such a strong assumption.

"Toshi?"

Shinsou cleared his throat, pretending he wasn't busy with his thoughts again. Averting his gaze to meet yours, catching a glimpse of the growing red tint across your cheeks.

"Can you repeat what you were saying?" He asks, though his monotonous voice is laced with a tinge of embarrassment for spacing out. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

How long was he spacing out for? He couldn't tell…

"No worries!" Flashing him a reassured smile, still feeling the warmth on your cheeks. "I was asking if you had finished the paper due tomorrow?"

"Ah," He remembers, humming in response. "I had already finished it yesterday."

His response left you in shock.

"That's good to know, Hitoshi!" You said, giving him a thumbs up.

Shinsou, being the ever so attentive friend. Shifting his gaze back on the paper, writing the last paragraph needed as he spoke, "Do you need help with it?"

His question caught you a little off-guard.

You placed a hand beside your mouth, whispering, "...Is it okay with you? I know you've been quite busy lately…"

"It's fine, my extra-curricular activities are canceled today." He casually replies. "Besides, we haven't hung out for a while too."

Of course he had to come up with something like a small white lie to cover up that he had been taking lessons, and perhaps—sparring sessions too. Secretly.

Though, he never liked the idea of lying to you. But for the sake of keeping a secret, he has to. And you never did pry into it any further.

"You are my life savior, Hitoshi-kun!" Your smile grew bigger. "Thank you."

Hitoshi wasn't sure if it's the weather today. Seeing as if, the sunlight made you glow from where he sat. Noticing your eyes were sparkling in excitement.

"After school?" He questioned.

You blinked.

"Eh?"

"Do you want to study together after school?" He clarified with a small hint of a smile.

"Right, right! Where, though?" You then ask.

Shinsou chuckled lightly, "Your dorm?"

You've been pacing.

For the past fifteen minutes or so, you've been pacing around the dorm.

Contemplating on the panic response you gave to Shinsou not long ago (it's only been an hour). Because you'd agreed the study session would be at your dorm, hence the current situation right now. Pacing around, waiting for him. Which resulted in a last minute clean-up, shower, and change of clothes.

Shinsou updated you after class that he might be a little late as he remembered to do an errand.

And you don't have to rush everything. You can wait.

Once 4 o'clock hits, there was a soft knock on the door. "It's Shinsou."

His muffled voice from the other side could be heard.

You were quick to tidy yourself up before opening the door, perhaps—a little too quickly. Feeling your weight was falling until Shinsou gripped the material of your sweater with one hand. Preventing you from falling face flat on the floor.

Helping you maintain your balance, as he quickly then shoves his hand on the pocket of his jeans. "...Are you alright?"

Quickly nodding in reply, "I'm good! Thank you, uh…have you been training lately?"

It baffles him slightly on how you could tell that he was. From his quick reflexes? Tight grip? Or was it the callous hand that gave it away?

A faint tint of red spread across his ears, he nervously scratches his nape. "...Yeah—after the festival, I really wanted to…find ways to improve myself."

It made you smile warmly. "I admire you for your determination, Toshi. Even after the festival, you continued to work on yourself. And that's already admirable of you."

"If the day ever comes where you'll be able to fulfill that dream, I'll continue to always support you. I'm proud of how far you've accomplished." The genuine sincerity coming from your heart never fades. "I believe we can make it…"

Shinsou couldn't comprehend why.

But when he dropped the bags of refreshments he had brought, and welcomed you in an embrace—it felt right.

A stray tear had trickled down from his cheek. Muttering out a soft, "thank you."

And he meant it.

Returning the gesture, hugging him back. Comforting him while soothing his back, and pulling him closer to your warmth.

Both of you stayed like that for a while or maybe a little longer.

After pulling away, helping him take the refreshments on the counter by the kitchen. Before indulging yourselves in school work.

"We should spar next time," You suggested out of the blue. Taking a sip of the drink, "And maybe teach me some tricks."

Shinsou smiles and sets down his pen, "I'm free over the weekend, how's that sound?"

Your eyes gleamed. "Deal!"

"First, homework." He reminds, pointing the pen on the laid out papers with a knowing grin. "Then maybe I'll think about it—"

"Toshiii!" Giving him a nudge, looking at him pleadingly in an attempt to have him agree with it. "Don't give me false hope."

He reaches out to ruffle your hair with a chuckle, "I'm not~" Singing in response, "I did offer it, didn't I?"

"If I finish it before friday, will you consider?" Now you're the one who wanted to clarify his offer on teaching you to spar.

Shinsou pretends to think for a moment, "What about if you could finish this before I finish preparing our snacks?"

He then stood up from the cushion, and headed straight to the counter and began to prepare.

"EH?!" A nervous sweat rolled down on the side of your face, staring at him in disbelief. "At least give me a warning before you start!"

Shinsou sticks out a bit of his tongue to tease, "You only need another 100 words to finish the paper, you can do it. Right?"

"ShIT! I WROTE WHAT YOU SAID—" You groaned from the table, trying to search for a liquid eraser on your pencil case. "Don't start yet!"

It made Shinsou laugh lightly, shaking his head. Watching you—concentrated on finishing the paper. Perhaps, he was able to get you to write a little over the word limit before he could bring in the snacks on the table.

He purposely riled you up a little, and for him to purposely prepare the snacks as slow as he could.

He silently eats beside you, offering a bite of food on the plate every now and then. As you had grown fixated on finishing the paper. To which, you accepted wordlessly.

Moments like these, he cherishes it a lot. Especially if it's with you.

"...Toshi?" Suddenly catching his attention upon hearing the nickname. Your hand slightly brushing against his underneath the table, "I'm really grateful that we're friends because you mean the whole world to me."

A small yawn escapes from you, "...Like you really, really do. Thank you for letting me know you better…every day."

"I hope we get to know each other more, even in the future…" Were the last words he heard from you before the soft snores came.

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Carefully adjusting himself to let you sleep a bit comfortably, making sure you wouldn't stir yourself awake.