#planet fluffvember

You were so absorbed in your task that you were unaware that Tokoyami was already awake and moving about the apartment. He turned on the light and you screamed, sending the bowl of pancake batter out of your hands and into the air. Dark Shadow saved the day and caught the bowl just before it could land on your head. You clutched your chest, “Geez Fumikage, give me some warning next time.” You chided. He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, truthfully I had no idea you were awake.” You chuckled, “Right back at you.” 

“So what are you doing up this early anyways?” Tokoyami asked, tipping his head in a questioning manner. “Oh,” You began sheepishly, your cheeks warming, “I was planning on surprising you with breakfast in bed this morning.” To your surprise, he began to laugh, “Seriously? I was going to do the same thing.” 

You both dissolved into laughter, a strange coincidence to start the morning. “Well, since I’ve already started, why don’t you help me? And then we can eat together before you leave?” You asked, surveying the ingredients on the countertop. Tokoyami nodded in agreement, “Sounds like a plan.” 

When you joined the squad, he couldn't believe it; the person he had seen by chance was now a comrade. He kept it to himself though, the way his heart skipped a beat when he was near you, the way your laugh made him want to laugh with you; oh how he wanted to hold your hand, to have it cup his cheek. 

He walked into the hideout once more, cursing to himself as he saw Asta on the couch with you, chattering away and laughing to yourselves. He knew he shouldn't be bothered; you were only friends and due to various circumstances there was no chance of a relationship between you and him, but he was annoyed nonetheless. Zora felt like there was no space for him when you were with Asta, you were always so attentive to his words, and didn't pay attention to much else. "Oh hey Zora! Where have you been?" Asta piped up. 

Zora sighed, but there was no trace of annoyance in it, "Out." You chuckled at his snarky reply and decided to tease him a bit. "Ooh, off to see your secret lover again?" He snorted, "Wouldn't you like to know?" Your smile faltered for a moment, Is he serious, or joking? You sincerely hoped not, because all the while he had been pining for you, your own feelings had begun to grow. He left the common room with a wave, but grimaced when he was in the privacy of his own room, That was so not the correct response. 

After your conversation with Asta came to an end, you decided to go up to your room for a while. Though you did enjoy your time spent with the boy, his bright personality could be draining after a while. You opened the door and were about to get in bed when something caught your eye, an envelope attached to your window. That's strange… 

You opened the window carefully, so as not to make the paper fall and retrieved it. You turned it over in your hands, there was no sender written and the handwriting looked unfamiliar. There appeared to be a letter inside, so you carefully broke the seal and pulled the papers out.  Dear Y/N. Your eyes widened as you read and it became clear, this was a love letter. A love letter? But, who could have sent it? You wracked your brain, but you just couldn’t envision anyone you knew as the author. Gingerly, you opened your desk drawer and placed the letter inside. I wonder who this person is. 

Your first instinct was to believe the first letter was a joke, a one time thing, but more and more letters were placed on your window. Who could be doing this? You wondered. Your desk drawer was nearly filled with letters by this point. You pored over the letters, willing them to reveal who wrote them, but it was no use; whoever had written these had made sure no traces of them were revealed in their writing. You chewed your lip thoughtfully, deciding that some fresh air would do you some good. 

Your bewilderment must have been obvious because Asta gave you a concerned look as you appeared in the common room. “Something wrong Y/N?” He asked, tipping his head to the side. You smiled, he looks just like a puppy. “Not sure yet.” You replied, unwilling to let any of your squadmates, even Asta, know about your secret admirer just yet. You decided to walk around the hideout to clear your head. You stretched and smiled as you went outside, even though the leaves had all fallen from the trees, the forest was still beautiful this time of year. 

You set off, wandering aimlessly on your chosen path. Your eyes were drawn to your window as you passed it and you caught a flash of red in the tree. You stopped short, there shouldn’t be any red, all the leaves are gone. You looked up at the tree and once your eyes adjusted you saw Zora, up in the tree and leaning to place something on your window. You gasped, causing your squadmate to stiffen and nearly fall out of the tree. 

In that moment, Zora was sure his face was as red as his hair. Uh oh, I’ve been caught. No words left your throat, it would seem that you were dumbfounded by this situation. Zora nimbly descended from the tree, and stood awkwardly in front of you. “I-I really don’t have anything to say for myself. Maybe I’ll just let this speak for me?” He said, holding the letter out to you. You took the letter from him and placed it in your pocket to read later. “Why don’t you… meet me upstairs in about 10 minutes?” You asked slowly. Zora nodded, swallowing nervously. 

You sped into the hideout, ignoring Asta and the others’ cries of confusion, and headed for the kitchen; you prepared two mugs, one with your hot drink of choice, and one with mint tea for Zora, then headed upstairs to your room. You honestly didn’t know what to think. It seemed as if Zora had been the one leaving the love letters but why? Did he actually like you? Was this another one of his pranks? Your mind raced with a million questions, but you could only hope that he would indeed come to see you so you could ask him yourself. 

You surveyed the space, setting the mugs down on your desk and quickly cleaning up the clutter so you had room for company. There was a light knock on your door and you tensed, shaking your head in an attempt to shake the doubt from your mind. It’s fine! This will just be a civil conversation between two adults, nothing to worry about at all! You opened your door and ushered an equally nervous-looking Zora into your room. You gestured for him to take the desk chair as you sat on the bed. 

“So…” “So…” You both said awkwardly. You took a sip of your drink, willing your mind to form cohesive thoughts. “The letters, did you mean what you wrote in them?” Zora nodded, cheeks dusted pink as he looked down into his mug. “Every word.” You sat in silence for a while, the quiet only broken by the sounds of you sipping your drinks and the ticking of the clock on the wall. 

The coffee pot dinged, signaling it was ready and you made your way over to it, the scent alone waking your senses. Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet you poured two steaming cups; Neito took the mug from your hand gratefully. You leaned on the counter, embracing a lazy morning with your lover. You were aware of how late it was getting and you observed Neito’s attire with a quirked eyebrow; bathrobe, pajama pants, and slippers, not exactly what you would expect someone about to go do hero work to wear. 

Cocking your head to the side you stared at him in an unspoken question. Feeling your eyes lingering, he looked up from his mug at you with a mischievous smile on his face. “Aren’t you going to ask what I’m still doing in my pajamas?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You smiled thoughtfully, contemplating on whether to indulge him or not. 

“Hmm, why are you still in your pajamas? Don’t you have to go into the agency today?” You asked. Neito’s smile grew wider, “Nope! I have the whole day off.” He proclaimed proudly. He never takes days off. The thought burrowed in your mind, and you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Is today a special occasion that I forgot about?” He shook his head, “No, I just wanted to spend some time with you.” “Is that so? What did you have in mind?” 

“It’s a secret, but for now do you want to go back to bed for a while? I would love to give you a proper good morning.” You laughed and embraced him once more, “Absolutely.”

As the night wore on and you kept making eye contact with the royal you grew increasingly annoyed. What the hell is his problem? Does he have some beef with me because I'm not royalty or something? Your friend noticed your growing irritated expression and moved to ask you what was wrong but before you could answer you were being asked to dance by none other than Nozel Silva himself. 

You gave her a look of panic as you were whisked away to the open floor but it’s not like you could turn down a royal asking you to dance. Several women glared at you as you walked hand in hand with Nozel, but you forced yourself to stand tall. If looks could kill, you’d surely be dead, but you wouldn’t give these snobby girls the satisfaction of seeing you be affected by their glares. 

You felt your heart beat faster as his hand was on your waist and he pulled you closer while you danced. He smelled surprisingly like cinnamon, you’d expected more of a minty smell but instead he smelled like cinnamon and clover. “May I ask you why you asked me to dance?” You asked awkwardly, painfully aware of how close you were to him. He gave a short laugh, but even that rumbled through your chest. “Honestly, you caught my eye.” He said, twirling you around. 

Once you were back facing him, you looked at him. “And why is that?” You asked, trying to read his expression. There was no particular reason you could think of for his sudden attentions, you were of low-ranking nobility, limited social standing, and had limited capital; you were noble sure, but far from royalty and the suitors he no doubt had access to. Nozel fixed his eyes on yours, “From the moment you walked into this room, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off you. You are truly captivating.” 

“Hmm.” You hummed thoughtfully, “I suppose that’s a satisfactory answer.” The dance was over, and you left the floor, Nozel’s gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. “Will I see you again?” He asked, his expression was neutral, but you could tell from his eyes that he was pleading with you. You gave him a small smile, “Perhaps, I think I’d like that.” 

Back at the dorms, as dinnertime approached and Uraraka had caught no sight of you she began to worry. “Hey Deku? Have you seen Y/N?” He shook his head, “No, I haven’t. Why, is something wrong?” She shook her head, “No, I don’t think so. But I haven’t seen her come back from the school yet, she said she just had to grab something from the classroom.” Midoriya brought his hand to his chin, thinking. “Well, it hasn’t been that long. Maybe she slipped in without you noticing.” Uraraka glanced towards the door, “Maybe. Hopefully they don’t miss dinner.” 

No one noticed Bakugo leaving during this exchange, he wasn’t sure why he was so bothered by the fact that Pink Cheeks had said you weren’t back yet, but his feet were already heading to the school before he could stop himself. “She said the classroom right?” He muttered to himself. He trudged up the stairs, and peeked in the classroom but you were nowhere to be found. His eyes led him to the board, and he thought he could guess where you had gone. 

He walked to the library, footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. He shuddered a little, even though he did complain about all the “extras,” the school was always disconcerting to him with no one in it. He tugged on the library door, looking around for a trace of you. When he caught sight of you he felt his breath hitch, you were asleep, at least appeared to be, and in the light of the setting sun streaming through the window you looked breathtaking. 

You stirred and he jumped back, not wanting to be caught so close to you. You sat up groggily, and looked around, trying to reorient yourself to your surroundings. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and saw, Bakugo? Standing there. You thought you caught a ghost of a smile on his face but it was quickly replaced with his usual scowl. “Morning dumbass.” He said, shoving his hand in his pocket. Your eyes widened, a brief moment of panic in your chest, “Did I really sleep that long?!” 

Bakugo rolled his eyes, “No of course not. But we’ll miss dinner if we don’t leave soon. Pink cheeks was worried about you.” You sighed with relief, So he was just messing with me, guess I should have expected that. You stood up, wincing as you threw your bag over your shoulder. “Give it here.” Bakugo said gruffly. “Huh? Why?” You asked, giving him a confused glance. Bakugo gave you a look, “IcyHot really threw you for a loop earlier didn’t he? You don’t want to aggravate your burns more, trust me.” You sighed, “I suppose you have a point, here.” 

Bakugo took your bag from you and you walked through the hallways, footsteps echoing strangely on the tile floor. “So, why’d you come get me?” You asked, genuinely curious. “Tch, it was on my way.” You snorted and he shot you a dark glance, “What? Don’t believe me?” 

You shook your head, “I didn’t say that. But I don’t know how you could have known Uraraka was looking for me unless you were already back at the dorms.” You gave him a teasing grin and you could have sworn his cheeks flushed red but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. 

You walked along in uncomfortable silence, leaves falling from the trees and onto the path in front of you. “I love this time of year.” You commented, wanting to fill the silence with something, anything. Bakugo made some semblance of a reply, but it was more of a hmm, than a concrete word. You were nearing the edge of the dorms, but surprisingly you felt yourself not wanting to go back just yet. “Hey Bakugo, will you help me study for the test tomorrow?” You asked, trying to stall for time. Bakugo turned, “Huh? Why would I do that?” You caught another brief flash of red on his cheeks. In a moment of courage you grabbed his hand, “Please? It doesn’t have to be in front of everyone.” 

Bakugo sighed, “Okay fine. Let’s meet on the porch after dinner, no way am I letting you see my room.” You smiled and dropped his hand, “Yay! You’re the best!” You caught a ghost of a smile on your companion’s face, “Damn right I am.” 

You met him on the porch as promised, notebooks and pens in tow. Bakugo narrowed his eyes as he noticed your wounds were still not covered, “Are you an idiot? Why haven’t you bandaged those yet?” He chastised. “Oh I-- uh.” You stammered. Bakugo shook his head as he sprang up, “I’ll be back. Don’t you dare leave.” Bakugo went inside and reappeared a few moments later with the first aid kit. You moved to reach for the first aid kit but he smacked your hand away. “Just let me do this for you.” He said, there was something in his expression that you couldn’t quite place, you’d never seen it on him before. 

  The way he ever so gently bandaged you up made your heart beat faster, it was like there was something unspoken between you in that moment. Once he was finished he scooted away from you, and you were almost disappointed. I wonder what it would feel like to hold his hand, would he hold mine that gently? Bakugo stood up, presumably to return the kit back to its place under the sink. As the door opened, you let your head lean back and rest on the wall, and your eyes close; despite taking an unplanned nap earlier you were still exhausted from the day’s events.

You swayed for what seemed like forever, a moment frozen in time. The hardwood warm beneath your bare feet, the beats of your hearts syncing with the music, the hum of the apartment air conditioner in the background. An instrumental song came on and you tipped your head, I didn’t know there was an instrumental in this playlist. Hanta leaned in and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Have I told you lately how much I love you lately?” he asked softly. You met his gaze, “Only every day.” 

You entered the dorm, an air of happiness about you. “Oh hey Y/N! What’s that for, you seem happier than usual?” Mirio asked from the couch. You waved him off, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” He smiled, “Ah so it’s a secret. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Tamaki.” Waving your goodbye, you stepped into the elevator, smiling to yourself as you got out on your floor. 

Once in your room, you looked around for any pictures you could use in the scrapbook. After a while you sat at your coffee table, looking at the supplies you had amassed. Only two pictures… “And one of them is a group shot.” You groaned aloud, if you were going to make this the perfect memory book you had some serious work to do. 

You spent the next few weeks amassing slyly taken photos of your boyfriend, some while he was asleep during a study session, others while you were on dates, but perhaps the one that meant the most was one that Mirio took. It was a candid shot during the holiday dance, you and Nejire were laughing at something and nearby, Tamaki stood watching you, his eyes so full of love for you, it was obvious in this photograph. A thought came to you and you shut the scrapbook, grabbing one of your metallic markers. “Our Love, Captured in Photographs.” You wrote on the front cover. You enlisted Mirio’s help in taking more pictures, paying him of course, since he could quite literally take pictures from anywhere, and several more candids were added to your book. 

The day arrived and you were as nervous as ever. “What if he doesn’t like it?” You asked Nejire, crossing your arms and leaning your face on your fist. Nejire wrapped a curl around her finger and shook her head, “No way, no way Y/N! He’ll definitely love it, especially since it’s from you.” You smiled at her comforting words and nodded, “You’re right. Well,” you straightened up, shoulders back, “I’m off.” “Go get him Y/N!” Nejire exclaimed. 

You met Tamaki downstairs and he blushed, you definitely looked amazing tonight. “You ready to go?” You asked, locking your arm with his. He nodded, refusing to meet your gaze, but you left nonetheless. The gift bag weighed heavily in your hand, although Nejire’s words had helped, the closer you got to the restaurant the more anxious you got. Feeling the waves of anxiousness roll off of you, Tamaki stopped placing a hand on your forehead. “Hmm, no fever. What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked quietly, eyes brimming with worry. You sighed, unlinking his arm from yours. 

“Honestly I’m just really worried you won’t like my gift.” A small smile formed on his face, “O-oh that’s all? Do you want me to open it now and get it over with so you don’t have to worry anymore?” You nodded sheepishly and he led you to a nearby bench. 

He gingerly took the bag from your hand and set it in his lap, he reached in, tissue paper crinkling. As he unwrapped the book from its tissue paper he couldn’t help the tears pricking in his eyes. You watched him intently as he flipped through the pages, each one containing something from your relationship; a receipt from your first date, handwritten letters, photobooth photos, and all the photos you and Mirio had taken the past two months. 

You gasped as tears fell to the page, “Tamaki are you okay? Do you not like it?” He turned to you, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “No, I love it. Thank you for this.” You pressed your forehead to his, running your fingers through his hair. “Of course.”