#slightly tho

ANYWAYYYSSSS!!! Intruality as yet another Jodhaa Akbar redraw!! Yippiee!!

I honestly don't know if this was okay to post on this account but oh well.

I really wanted to color this but unfortunately it's not easy to color when using only a phone, hopefully I'll be able to get a decent tablet by April!

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Midoriya looks at him and he looks away, immediately ashamed for his outburst. Right before the redhead can mutter an excuse or apologize, whichever decides to come out of his mouth first, the other interrupts.

“You’re jealous.” He says but not unkindly. He smiles gently, and suddenly Kirishima feels like he’s back in therapy and he’s having to relearn how to process his emotions by learning how to identify what he’s feeling in the first place.

It makes him feel exposed and worse for snapping. A little angrier too if he’s being honest, he feels like a child again, too many feelings and not enough words to express them. His chest is a pot and his emotions are overfilling.

“You’re jealous of me and my relationship with Kacchan.” Midoriya continues and if this was anyone else, he’d probably punch that stupid smile off of the other’s face but this is Midoriya. He can’t even bring himself to get upset when the other says it as a fact, as if he pointed out that the sky was blue or Mina’s skin was pink. He doesn’t bother to reply either, feeling humiliated by how easy he is to read and by the looks of it, it doesn’t look like the other expected for him to answer. They both knew it was true anyways. “You’re jealous because you can’t have Kacchan the way I’ll always have him.”

“It’s not fair.” He whimpers, eyes already watering and it’s just so fucking frustrating because he hates crying, especially because of something like this and rubs at his eyes roughly uncaring for the harsh fabric against his skin. A familiar ugly feeling boils in his stomach, spreading throughout his body like an uncontrollable disease, the taste of jealousy bitter in his mouth. “He likes me.”

It wasn’t fair.

Maybe he was being selfish and childish but it wasn’t fair. He’s always been a second choice, sometimes never a choice but for once, for once, he’s someone’s first choice. He’s someone’s go-to, someone’s study buddy, someone’s sparring partner, someone’s person. The fact he’s Bakugou’s person is mind blowing in of itself and sometimes it’s hard to wrap his brain around it but Bakugou chose him.

But even if he has Bakugou, Midoriya has Kacchan and that’s the difference.

Because Bakugou looks at him but sees Midoriya and it hurts because Midoriya sees Bakugou right back while Kirishima is just an outsider looking in.

Because Kirishima worked so hard to stand next to the blonde and it seems like all Midoriya has to do is hold out his hand and Bakugou will take it and pull him next to him.

Because Midoriya seems to just get it while Kirishima doesn’t.

“Kiri,” Midoriya sighs softly, leaning over and gently prying the boy’s hands away from his face. “You’re going to hurt yourself like that pretty boy.” He coos, rubbing his thumbs over the tear stained cheeks. The boy in question just hiccups, the tears free flowing as he tries to shy away from the touch. “C’mon sunshine, don’t hide away from me. Let’s go to the couch okay?”

(Privately, Midoriya tucks away the image of a crying Kirishima deep into his mind under lock and key. He’s a pretty crier and he’s almost upset that he didn’t get to the redhead first. Maybe in another lifetime. For now, he’s Kacchan’s.)

YuuMika/FerMika Drabble NSFW: Betrayal, Knight!Yuu, Prince!Mika, AU

*Jealousy, Helplessness, Violent Impulses  

Sequel to this drabble

{ao3}

Mikaela clamps a hand over his mouth, just barely managing to hold in his low moan. His other hand wounds around Yuu’s neck, giving him the leverage to push his hips down to meet Yuu’s thrusts. Yuu’s hot breath hits the side of his neck and it’s all Mikaela can do not to cry out and alert everyone within hearing distance of just what he is doing with his knight.