Your partner, Hitoshi Shinsou, knew how you liked to sleep. In fact, he knew all the ways you liked to sleep.
Curled up like a kitten underneath a warm blanket and a pillow held to you chest. Or snoozing with your hair pressed out like sleeping beauty. Your gorgeous little manicured fingers splayed across your soft stomach. Or reclined in a chair with your head tilted back at an angle that made that hurt your neck when you woke. Or blissfully passed out with your hands wrapped around his bicep.
. . . but not on your stomach. Never on your stomach.
Yet here you were, head cradled in your arms eyes shut and brows furrowed as you laid on top of his bed, in his apartment.
Hitoshi sat next to you staring down at your back. He’s insisted you’d stay at his place after you’d been taken and slammed against the wall like a rag doll.
the flashy cut-out on your costume giving you a beautiful glowing flash of skin in the shape of a heart now leaving a narly bruise in the same adorable shape.
He’d finished off the fight. Gotten the villain apprehended and left as soon as others arrived on the crime scene.
And then promptly hoisted you on his back as you rested your head on the crook of his neck. A bunch of little whimpers leaving your lips as you pressed your phone against your ear calling up Recovery Girl. He walked the whole way back, your soft pleading brushing against his spine, and your other hand looped around his neck clutching onto his scarf. Only to find that your coworker and friend the head nurse couldn’t come out to see you until tomorrow morning.
Now you squeezed your eyes shut laying atop his comforter as he sat and silently watched over you.
You blindly reached your hand behind your back to gingerly touch the bruise once more.
“Come on, quit licking your wounds, kitten . . . It’s not gonna work.”
Hitoshi gently went to move your hand, your finger twitched as he held it, “but I hafta’ try. I can’t lay here like this anymore. Give me the mirror I wanna try again.”
He frowned at your stubborn insistence. Your healing ablities wouldn’t work if you didn’t see it with your own eyes: enhancements, yes; with mirrors, no. The both of you knew that.
Hitoshi could only shake his head as more tears pricked the corners of your eyes. A shiny pout as you hastily wiped and sniffled. He hated seeing you in pain like this.
He pulled back one of the twin braids from your face. It hadn’t been so bad an hour ago when he’s let you soak and clean up in the tub, but now as you tried to rest. the pain only seemed to flare.
His best friend and partner was laying on his bed hair damp and braided, eyes puffy and face shiny from fallen tears. The hills of the bruise peaking out from a tube top that you stole. The black & blue resting just underneath your angelic shoulder blades. Ones that have carried his weight and healed him many times before.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he breathed, “I’m gonna be right here.”
he placed his hands on either side of your shoulder leaned down and pressed a soft and chaste kiss to the offending bruise pressing up halfway to lock eyes with you.
you mumbled out a flustered, “fhank you- that was nice. . .”
The corner of your partners lips quirked up and he dove back down to press another one on the other shoulder. His cool nose booping the sensitive skin of the bruise, “Mhm, anytime.”
And Hitoshi kept gently rubbing your skin with his gentle touch and thumbing the ridges of your tube top flat as he stroked you. Large hands brushing against your sad and seering skin.
Hitoshi now deciding to lay under you, as your body bent to the curves of his chest. Your soft skin content in his touch as your body across his.
Breathing into your hair as you silently cried, “all you gotta do is be a kitten, Kitten.”
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Bakugo fucking you in the back sit of the car while deku is waiting outside to drive you to the airport because you are leaving to pursue your dreams of being a pro hero outside of Japan.
He fucks you rough yet passionately because he knows it’s the last time he is going to get to fuck you before you go
“You know I love you more than anything so promise you will come back to me”
Sorry I have not posted in a while I didn’t know what to post but anyway sorry if it does not make any sense and grammar errors
Let’s go let’s go, not gonna lie I was really reaching when I started writing day 4 I had to create a whole list of characters I wanted write for and divide it among the prompts. But that’s enough of my complaints you’re here for the prompts.
This is a mixed bag not just bnha, also sorry if they don’t make sense, maybe I can elaborate on some of them later. I also tried to make it as neutral as I could without putting certain things in so if I messed up let me know.
4: “You look cold.”
(Mina)
“Why don’t you just come with me.”
You kept your mouth shut, everyone told you never to respond when someone tried to drag you along. It was late, the frigid air was making any breath leaving your body come out in clouds. So the person pestering you to follow them back to a bar or worse was making things worse.
“Come on, you look lonely maybe I can keep you company.” His arms wraps around your waist.
Just before you can shout at them to let you go. Another arm grabs your hand.
“R/N! I’ve been looking all over for you,” black and gold eyes stare into yours and the look of ‘I’m here to help’ made your insides melt.
“Really, I got turned around.”
Her hand shot up to your cheek. “You look cold! Come on, the other are… Do you know him?”
You shake your head.
“I was just…”
“Well, sorry. I have to take her off we’ve been planning this meet up for months now,” she smiles and you grab her hand tighter.
“Right, thank you for the offer but I need to go.” You manage getting free of the creep.
You weren’t sure how far you two got but eventually she led you to a restaurant. “I wasn’t lying about you looking cold. Let me treat you to a meal. My friends won’t mind another guest.”
“Thank you. Really.” You smile. Pink hair with short yellow horns poking out and you recognized who she was.
“Call me Mina, what’s your name?”
“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
5: “What are you looking at?!”
(Inuyasha) (modern AU)
“Put the fucking camera down!” You heard shouting from the costuming room that your class had set up for the winter event. Frowning you bite the pin currently stuck between your teeth before walking over.
Standing, no. More like cowering at the top of the shelves like a cat that didn’t know how to get down was Inuyasha. His white hair had been pulled back and you frown as the other club members try to coax him down. Before his eyes lock on your figure.
“What are you looking at?” He growls.
You gently take the pins from your mouth pricking the pincushion on your wrist. “I’m looking at someone that’s gonna bust his ass and get us all in trouble. Your big brothers money can only go so far, and even if he can pay this off I’m sure you’re on thin ice.”
He clicks his tongue at you before jumping down and onto the desk close to you. “I’m not gonna.”
“Get off the desk, dumbass.” You snarl. “I’ve had it up to here with your temper tantrums. Stand still for this last fitting and you won’t get pricked again. The camera is mandatory or the student counsel is gonna cut the production again.”
He glares but slides off the desk into his full height looming over you like a monster. No more arguments and you stand in his place for the pictures, the costume was obviously not made for your smaller frame and you hated being on camera.
“There done. You better have your likes practiced or I’m gonna tell your big sister,” you huff.
“Leave my sister in law alone, I’m working as much as you tell me to,” he scoffs before leaving.
“I’m counting on you.”
6: “Ho ho ho”
(Bakugo)
Looking at the Santa costume you felt confused. There were two. A simple floor length dress that was sure to keep you warm, and a shorter cuter dress that only resembled a Santa dress. The problem was you weren’t even sure they would fit you.
“Stupid office party bullshit.” Your agency wanted to have a hero company Christmas party. The lucky individual that picked being Santa was you and another person.
“Do they fit?” You hear.
“I haven’t checked. Give me a second.” You pick up the longer dress, it’ll save you some embarrassment considering you barely showed your face in the field.
Undoing the lacing and trying to slide it on over you frown. Nope. Your upper body was too wide for it. Taking it off you threw the dress over the door to the other individual.
“I’m so sorry,” they apologize.
“Don’t worry, I’ll castrate anyone who says anything,” you grumble before getting into the decorative dress.
Red and short were the main things about the dress, no bending over, no running, and putting that smile on. Once you were ready you stepped out.
“Does it look bad?”
“Bitch, respectfully, I look so plain in comparison.” The other person pouts.
“Give me the capelet and it should tone mine down a bit and be fine,” you stick out your tongue before grabbing the lacing of the dress. “Let me do you the dress for you.”
On the floor of the gathering area you stand next to the large pile of presents for everyone in the company. The smile plastered on your face as you made sure everyone got one.
With your back turned you grab one of the top presents and hear. “Ho ho ho.”
The voice could not be mistaken for anyone else’s. Turning to the offender you bit your tongue as not to pull the water from the air and hit the arrogant blond.
“Wanna run that by me again?” You ask lowly.
“You heard what I said. Ho ho ho.” Usually someone, anyone would have jumped in the middle to defuse the situation or he would have actually known to react. But this was not the moment.
The water gripped his legs and slammed him to the ground as you placed your foot just between his knees. “Looks like someone’s gotten on the Naughty list. Too bad, you get a lump of coal for that.”
Maybe it was the quickness of the action or the bewilderment of being on the ground but Dynamight or Bakugo when out of uniform, did not more or react until you threw back a cheekily little smile. Though his reaction wasn’t of anger, that expression quickly disappeared.
“Y/N.”
“Yeah yeah, a week in the office I know.” You wave your hand dismissively.
7: “Baby, it’s cold outside.”
(Itadori)
You pressed your hands into the sticky dough making sure that you got the consistency right. It was still too sticky to be rolled out and cut into cookies.
“Y/N.”
Looking away for a second you squeak. As a hand reaches for you.
“No, no it’s my turn in the kitchen. I can’t make cookies if your leaning over my shoulder like that Itadori,” you frown pushing him away gently.
He only smiled.
“Come on I need space to…you can’t eat it until I cook it,” you scold. “No using Sakuna to sneak any either. Nobara!”
“Just let him watch. It’s not that bad to have someone else while you cook,” someone calls.
You grumble. “If I don’t let you guys watch me what makes you think I’ll let someone else watch?”
Itadori pouts. “Can’t I just stay in the room?”
Looking at the dough you sigh.
“Fine! Just shuffle the Christmas playlist on my phone.”
As the music started you continued your task and soon the dough was ready to be rolled out. You could feel him behind you as you rolled out the dough and suddenly he was too close to your ear.
“Baby it’s cold outside.”
You had half a mind to flip out and hit him with the roller but this took way too long to get done just for some stupid international relations.
“If you don’t—“ you turn quickly with a hiss. But he hadn’t moved away.
Now you two were face to face. What is that sound? Is that you’re heart? You damn near collapsed into a ball hiding your face. What were you gonna do when your class went back to America at the end of January?
8: “Is that Mistletoe?”
(Richard Grayson)
In the Wayne Manor everyone was constantly on alert. Guests were no exception, especially when it was the hero verity.
“H/N, what are you doing?” The chipper voice of Nightwing made you stop.
“Alfred told me to decorate the edge of the ballroom, thought I could participate some how,” often times you wondered if everyone who lived into the manor had a knack for picking up strays. Batman mostly, but everyone else had their quirks as well not wanting certain individuals to feel excluded.
“Why don’t you change out of your work clothes then?”
You frown. “No, donning my human guise isn’t comfortable.”
“That’s not what I—“
“Stop flirting with any alien that comes into the house!” Someone else shouts.
Suddenly before you could react something was over your head. Looking at it you hear him say.
“Is that mistletoe?”
A kiss was planted on your cheek as confusion settled on your features. You didn’t have a chance to react before the acrobat disappeared.
9: “All I want for Christmas is you.”
(Diluc) (semi-Modern AU)
The Angel share was bustling with activity as usual, but even more so with the winter holiday approaching. Diluc didn’t often want to leave from behind the bar early, in such a deep relationship with his work that others often joked that he’d marry it if he could. But watching the patrons of his bar stumble about and prattle on about matters he kept a tabs on something told him to leave the bartending to Charles.
“I’ll be at the Dawn Winery,” Diluc waves before jumping over the counter and dusting off his clothes.
“Tell the Missus that I said hello.” Charles jokes.
Diluc almost said something snarky but a playful smirk played on his lips as the image of you filled his head. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate the greeting.”
The tall red haired man left the building as less intoxicated patrons and the staff turned to probe for answers. Only to receive the closing for the front door to the Angel share. It was a bit of a hike from the main city of Mondstadt back to the location of the Dawn Winery if you weren’t well versed in the shortcuts.
So as Diluc got to the resident area where he and you lived, he wasn’t expecting to hear you singing. Your voice was like a wonderful melody to his ears even thought you claimed not to have a musical bone in your body. He walked into the kitchen where you were most likely stress baking to find you belting out a particular song that had been plucking his nerves.
The exact moment he walked in you faced him and sang. “All I want for Christmas is you!”
Upon making eye contact though you felt all the blood drain from your face as it quickly rushed up and you cover your face in embarrassment.
“Oh dear archon, how much did you see?” You weren’t sure if you should be more upset at your husbands lack of announcement upon entry or angry.
“Only the last bit, I’m sure you’d slay my on the spot had I walked in sooner. Whether the weapon be your sword or the spoon,” he laughs. It wasn’t a mocking laugh it was one of pure joy. The time spent with you gave him a moment to relax showing you a smile that was only reserved for you.
You cross your arms the batter dripping from your spoon as you pout. “But it’s true… All I want for Christmas is you.”
10: “Here, take my coat.”
(Tetsutetsu)
December was cold. Not cold in the sense of temperature though that was part of it. No it was cold in the sense you hadn’t received your cold weather hero costume. Very clearly everyone knew that you couldn’t stand the cold yet somehow your costume wouldn’t be ready for a few more days.
“H/N, are you okay?” “Woah is she not cold? I’d be freezing.” “H/N you got this.”
As you returned to the agency you grumble a string of curses as you try to acclimate to the extremely warm building.
“I wanna go home.” You whine.
“Want me to walk you back?” Tetsutetsu smiles as he reaches down for your freezing hand.
You give a weak nod. “Please.”
Both of you go the respective lockers and Chang back into your civilian clothes. You didn’t even want to bother with the reports for the day cause every last one was going to be punctuated with fact that you still did not have your cold weather uniform. But where you drew the line was tampering with your clothes.
That was it. With a sigh you pull your back pack off the hook and throw what was left of your coat into the trash. Carefully you walked out into lobby and grabbed your personal items off the area that had been yours.
“This was fun while it lasted, fuck this.” You mutter to yourself as you take out the resignation letter you prepared.
Taping the letter to the desk you waited for Tetsutetsu. He was just walking out of the locker room.
“Y/N, you’re gonna freeze like that. Here, take my coat.” Before you can refuse his warm jacket is on your shoulders.
“Thank you Tetsu, let’s go home. I have a lot of work to do.” You smile.
