#shinsou

hitoshi x gn!reader ,, birthday messages <333

I wanted to do SOMETHING for this beautiful amazing boy's birthday and I haven't posted in a while... I'm a fan of short and sweet and SMAU's, so out popped this.

if anyone remembers the fanfic tic tic boom it was a todobaku musician au where bakugo was a deaf drummer

what I'm looking for are the other two works by the same author in the same au with shinsou and denki and shinsou and aizawa

God gave him everything a girl could ever need.

shinsou centric, shinkami, protective aizawa, noncon, kidnapping, human trafficking, hurt/comfort

(AO3 Link)

Heroin, heroin, heroin.

It’s all Sayuri can think of. There’s no doubt in her mind that she’ll meet Mazuki again. Guilt and shame are just aftershocks, horrible and overpowering, yet nowhere near strong enough to stop her from getting what she wants. Every time Sasha’s face floods her mind, twisted in betrayal and disgust, she shoves the image forcefully, forcefully down.

Her parents didn’t question her when she came home late that night, drenched in rain. They didn’t ask about the stolen money, either. She could see the startled look in their eyes as she walked right through the front door, reeking of cigarettes, dripping water onto the hardwood floor.

They didn’t say a word. Like they were afraid of her. Intimidated.

Good, she thought bitterly. At the same time, it made her heart well up with hatred. Of course they didn’t care about her whereabouts. They never fucking did.

She hates them so viciously it burns.

That night, she doesn’t even have to put in the effort of sneaking out. She makes eye contact with her mother as her hand wraps around the handle of the front door, as if daring her to say something, daring her to try and stop her.

But her mom says nothing. Just frowns at her, a deep and terrible sadness in her eyes.

Sayuri swallows down the horrible lump of guilt and grief in her throat as she shuts the front door behind her, walking out into the cold, windy night. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter! She thinks of that hot flood of peace and mind numbing pleasure as her feet surge forward. Soon enough, her parents won’t matter. Nothing will.

-

Mazuki is waiting for her in the very same spot, sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette with slightly shaky hands. His face looks pale, undereyes a little darker than the night before. It breaks her heart and fills her up with a protective surge of rage.

“…Did you have a rough night?” She asks quietly, bluntly.

He looks up at her, eyes shining. Slowly, his grimace quirks up into a thin smile.

“No one ever asks me that,” he tells her. He hands her one of his cigarettes, lighting it for her with his breath. She doesn’t miss the way he avoids the question.

“You still want heroin?” He asks her, very quietly. Her blood roars with a golden, glowing light as she nods.

“Have you done it before?”

She drags in a long inhale, letting the smoke burn and saturate her lungs. “Mhm.”

“How many times?”

“I don’t know.”

He looks down at her arms. “Have you ever injected?”

She thinks of Shinsou, and her heart turns sour and sad. “I don’t think so,” she says. “But I don’t really know. I might’ve.”

“You don’t remember?”

Her head feels light from how quickly she smoked. She reaches in her own pocket for another one. “No.”

He looks at her strangely, contemplating. “What else have you done?”

“I don’t know. A lot. Everything, I think.”

“You don’t remember what you’ve done?”

Anger and defensiveness start to grow in her gut, as her words come out more forceful. “I don’t know their names, but I know what they felt like.”

He tilts his head slightly, looks at her pensively. “Something happened to you,” he remarks softly. It’s not a question.

Her heart floods with a horrible, needy warmth. She doesn’t answer.

“You know how dangerous it is, right?”

“Not for me,” she says. She sticks out her hand, silently motioning for him to light her cigarette. He blows with his breath and hands it back to her. She puts it out on her arm, wincing only for a moment, before her skin completely heals.

He stares at the spot where her skin healed, eyes wide, seemingly lost for words. She watches the butt of his own cigarette slip out of his fingers, falling down into the gutter water, forgotten.