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deaf!reader x midoriya

It's a quiet Saturday at UA. Most students are out, but you're curled up in Midoriya's bed, your head throbbing. 

Earlier, when you first felt the fever coming on, Midoriya insisted you stay in his room. "You shouldn't be alone," he had said, his green eyes wide with worry. "I don't care if I get sick too."

Now, he's sitting beside you, his hero analysis notebook open, a familiar determined glint in his eyes. You love that look; it's the same one he gets when figuring out a new super move or a strategy.

You tap his arm gently. He turns, giving you his full attention. That's one of the things you adore about him - when Midoriya focuses on something, the world falls away.

"I learned something new," he signs, hands moving with that endearing mix of speed and care that's so uniquely him.

You tilt your head, curious. Midoriya takes a deep breath, then slowly and deliberately signs: "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

You blink, then your heart melts. Of course. Of all the phrases he could learn, he chose one that lets him take care of you.

He signs it again, faster this time. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

And again. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Each repetition gets smoother, more fluid. His eyes shine with that boundless enthusiasm, but there's something else too - a gentleness, a worry that's all for you.

You reach out one hand, cupping his freckled cheek. "That's perfect, Izuku," you sign back. Then, feeling a chill, you add, "I need cuddles."

Midoriya's brow furrows. He looks down at the sign language alphabet sheet he's been studying, mouthing the letters as he goes. C-U-D-D... His eyes widen, a blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck, painting his freckles pink.

"C-cuddles?" he squeaks out loud, his hands fumbling to sign it back.

You nod, giggling silently at his reaction—Classic Izuku, adorably flustered by simple affection.

But he recovers quickly, determination replacing embarrassment. He sets aside his notebook and carefully gathers you in his arms. You end up snuggling against his chest, his All Might pajamas soft against your cheek.

"Better?" he whispers, his breath tickling your hair.

You nod, burying closer. He's so warm, your personal sun. His arms tighten around you, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. You can almost hear the gears turning in his head, cataloging this as another way to provide comfort.

Later, when you need more tissues, you tap his arm. Before you can even sign anything, he's already looking at you with those big, worried eyes.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" he signs, then adds out loud, "I've been practicing. I want to make sure I get it right, because clear communication is key in hero work, and if I can't even take care of you properly, how can I—"

You press a finger to his lips, smiling despite your hazy state. Another Classic Izuku, his mind always racing, always striving to be better. You point to the empty tissue box.

"Oh!" He's up in a flash, grabbing the box. Instead of going to the supply closet, he just reaches under his bed and pulls out three more boxes. "I, uh, stocked up," he admits, blushing. "Just in case."

Your heart swells. Midoriya, always prepared, always thinking ahead when it comes to helping others.

Throughout the day, Izuku tends to your every need. He never complains, even when you sneeze on his favorite All Might plushie. And every time you so much as sniffle, his hands are signing: "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

As night falls, you're both huddled under his All Might comforter. You're starting to doze off, lulled by his warmth and the steady beat of his heart - a heart that will one day belong to all of Japan, but for now, is all yours.

It's a crisp autumn evening when you and Todoroki arrive at your house. Your parents are off on another business trip, leaving you with an empty house and a whole week of freedom. Or, in this case, a whole week with your boyfriend, Shoto.

As you're showing him around, you notice he seems distracted. "Everything okay, Shoto?" you ask.

He blinks, dual-colored eyes focusing on you. "Yes. Just... thinking."

You smile. Todoroki and his deep thoughts. It's one of the many things you love about him. "Well, make yourself at home. I'm going to grab a shower."

As the bathroom door closes behind you, Todoroki sits on your bed, mind whirling. Last week, during one of his rare moments of procrastination, he stumbled upon an article about the benefits of cuddling. Increased oxytocin, lower stress levels, better sleep. He wants that for you. For both of you.

But how to initiate? Todoroki, for all his battle prowess, feels out of his depth with this kind of intimacy. His eyes wander around your room, landing on the heater. An idea forms.

He approaches it, hand out. A touch of his right side, and frost creeps over the heater. It sputters, then dies. Todoroki nods, satisfied. Now he just needs to wait.

Twenty minutes later, you emerge from the shower in your softest pajamas. You're toweling your hair when you notice. "Is it cold in here, or is it just me?"

Todoroki looks up, and his breath catches. You're shivering slightly, skin pebbled with goosebumps. He didn't realize how cold it would get so quickly. Guilt gnaws at him, but he pushes it down. This is for a good cause, right?

"The heater must be broken," he says, aiming for nonchalance. "We should... conserve body heat."

You blink, then a slow smile spreads. "Shoto Todoroki, are you asking me to cuddle?"

He blushes, the red stark against his white hair. "It's... practical."

"Sure," you tease, but you're already climbing into bed, snuggling up to him. He's warm, always warm, and you sigh contentedly.

Todoroki feels a rush of... something. Happiness? Pride? All he knows is that he likes having you close. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

But as minutes tick by, the room gets colder. And colder. Todoroki's left side is like ice, and you start to shiver violently.

"S-Shoto," you chatter, "I t-think something's really w-wrong with the h-heater."

Panic rises in his throat. This isn't what he wanted. You're freezing, possibly getting sick, because of him. Some boyfriend he is.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out. "I... I broke it. I wanted to cuddle, but I didn't think—"

"Y-you broke it?" you interrupt, teeth still chattering. "On p-purpose?"

He nods miserably. But then, to his surprise, you laugh. It's a shaky sound, but genuine.

"You're adorable," you say, nuzzling into him despite the cold. "But also an idiot. You could've just asked."

Todoroki feels warmth that has nothing to do with his quirk. "I'll fix it," he promises.

"Later," you say. Then, with a mischievous grin, you flip your legs over him, straddling his waist to reach his other side. The side that's all warmth.

"Better?" he asks, watching you snuggle into his right.

"Much," you sigh, the shivers already subsiding. "But next time you want cuddles, just ask. Okay?"

"Okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

In the soft glow of your bedside lamp, with you tucked safely against his warm side, Todoroki thinks he finally understands what that article meant. Cuddling isn't just about body heat. It's about this: the trust in your sleepy mumbles, the forgiveness in your laughter, the love in the way you fit against him.

He may have broken the heater, but Todoroki thinks this warmth, this closeness, was worth it.

It's a regular afternoon at U.A., and you're in the training grounds with your boyfriend, the one and only Bakugo Katsuki. He's been working on a new move, all explosive power and razor-sharp precision. You, on the other hand, have been practicing your own quirk, pushing your limits.

Maybe you pushed a little too hard.

"Shit!" you hiss as your quirk backfires. A sharp pain lances up your arm, and you look down to see a nasty cut, blood welling up in crimson beads.

Bakugo's head snaps around at your curse. His crimson eyes widen a fraction - to anyone else, it would be imperceptible, but you know him well enough to see the flash of concern. "Oi!" he barks, stomping over. "The hell did you do?"

You wince, both at the pain and his volume. "Pushed too hard, I guess."

He scowls, but it's his worried scowl, not his angry one. Roughly gentle, he takes your arm, inspecting the cut. "Tch. Dumbass. You're supposed to go beyond your limits, not break yourself."

The cut stings, and honestly, you're feeling a bit shaken. Training accidents happen, but still...

"It's just a scratch," you say, trying for nonchalance.

Bakugo snorts. "That's not a fucking scratch, you idiot." But his touch is gentle as he takes your arm, inspecting the wound. "Recovery Girl's gonna have a field day with this."

You wince, not just from the pain but at the thought of another lecture on caution. Bakugo notices - of course he does, he notices everything about you - and his scowl deepens.

"C'mon," he grunts, tugging you up. "Let's get this cleaned up before you bleed all over the damn place."

“Recovery Girl's probably busy with the other extras. I've got a first aid kit in my room."

You nod, letting him lead you back to the dorms. His grip on your good hand is firm, grounding. This is Bakugo's way of comfort - not soft words, but solid presence.

In his room, he sits you on his bed and kneels in front of you. The first aid kit appears from a drawer, and he gets to work.

"Stay still," Bakugo grunts, rummaging through the kit. "And don't bleed on my sheets."

You snort. "Sorry, I'll try to control my involuntary bodily functions."

"Tch. Smartass." But there's a twitch at the corner of his mouth, almost a smile.

He pulls out an antiseptic wipe, tearing the packet open with his teeth. "This'll sting," he warns, his rough voice softening.

"I can handle it," you say bravely. But when the antiseptic touches your wound, you can't help but hiss. "Ow!"

"Crybaby," Bakugo mutters. But his movements slow, his touch becoming feather-light. "Thought you could handle it?"

"Shut up," you grumble, but there's no heat in it. You're too busy marveling at how gentle he's being.

His hands, so destructive in battle, are surprisingly deft as he cleans every inch of the cut. You watch him work, mesmerized by the contrast. These hands that can level buildings are now treating you like you're made of glass.

"What?" he asks, noticing your stare.

"Nothing," you murmur. "Just... you're good at this."

He shrugs, but you catch the pleased glint in his eyes. "Can't have my boyfriend bleeding out because they can't dress a damn wound."

"Your boyfriend, huh?" you tease. It's still new, this thing between you, and every time he acknowledges it, your heart skips.

Bakugo's cheeks dust pink. "Don't," he growls, but there's no bite. He's too focused on wrapping your arm in a clean bandage.

"Not too tight?" he asks, voice gruff but eyes soft.

You flex your fingers. "It's perfect. Thanks, Katsuki."

He nods, sitting back on his heels. His thumb brushes over the bandage, a touch so light you almost think you imagined it. But then he looks up at you, and the raw emotion in his crimson eyes steals your breath.

"Don't do that again," he says quietly. "Getting hurt. It's... it pisses me off."

You understand what he's not saying. In Bakugo-speak, 'it pisses me off' means 'it scares me'. You reach out with your good hand, cupping his cheek. He leans into it, just a fraction.

"I'll be more careful," you promise. "Can't have the great Katsuki Bakugo worrying about little old me, right?"

"Damn right," he mutters, but he's leaning in now, forehead resting against your knee. It's as close to vulnerable as Bakugo gets.

You card your fingers through his spiky hair, marveling at how soft it is. For a moment, the world shrinks to just this: you and Bakugo, his hands now resting gently on your thighs.

"Hey, Katsuki?" you whisper.

He grunts in response, not moving.

You hold out your newly bandaged arm. "Kiss it better?"

Bakugo freezes. He looks up at you, one ash-blond eyebrow arching high. "That's not my fucking quirk," he says, voice dry as the desert.

But you see it - the faintest tinge of pink on his cheeks, the way his eyes soften just a fraction. You've got him on the ropes, and you both know it.

"Please?" you whine, pouting for extra effect. "It really hurts, Kacchan."

He glares at you, but there's no real heat in it. "You're such a damn baby," he mutters. But he's already lifting your arm, his calloused fingers achingly gentle.

Bakugo brings your arm to his lips. He presses a kiss to the bandage, feather-light. Then another, and another, trailing up your arm. His lips are warm, a bit chapped from his quirk. Each kiss feels like a tiny spark, but the good kind, the kind that lights you up inside.

"There," he grunts, cheeks now definitely red. "Happy now?"

You hum contentedly, but you're not done yet. Leaning in, you whisper, "You know... I think I've got a scar on my lips too."

Bakugo's eyes widen, then narrow. "You little shit," he breathes, "You planned this, didn't you?"

"No," you admit, grinning. "But I want it."

He knows you're playing him, but oh, does he want to be played. "You're pushing it," he growls, but he's already leaning in.

"You love it," you whisper against his lips.

He doesn't deny it. Instead, he kisses you, and it's nothing like the gentle pecks on your arm. This is pure Bakugo - fierce, passionate, a little bit explosive. His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing your cheek, while the other pulls you against him.

When you part, you're both breathless. Bakugo rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed. "You're gonna be the death of me," he mutters, but there's no heat in it. Just a grudging acceptance that yes, he'd let you lead him anywhere.

You grin, nuzzling into his neck. "I love you too.”

He snorts, but his arms tighten around you. 

╰﹕reactions to you touching their cheeks.

Naruto

Naruto’s face lights up whenever you touch his cheeks. His eyes widen with delight, and a soft blush spreads across his face.

Cradling his face gently, you feel the warmth of his cheeks under your palms. He giggles, blue eyes sparkling with joy. “That tickles!” he says, leaning into your touch with a soft, contented sigh. You can’t help but pinch his whisker-like marks lightly. “Your cheeks are so soft,” you murmur. He grins widely, the blush deepening. “Only for you,” he replies, his voice filled with affection.

Sasuke

Sasuke’s tough exterior melts away under your touch, especially during quiet moments late at night when it’s just the two of you.

Your fingers trace the smooth contours of his cheeks. Sasuke closes his eyes, leaning into your hand with a sigh. “You need to relax more often,” you tease, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. He opens his eyes, a rare softness in his gaze. “Maybe I will, if you keep touching me like this,” he replies, his lips curving into a faint smile.

Shikamaru

Shikamaru’s laid-back nature makes him the perfect partner for quiet, intimate moments. He melts under your touch, savoring the simple pleasure of it.

Your fingers trace the contours of his face gently. He sighs deeply, eyes closing as he leans into your hand. “Your touch is so relaxing,” he murmurs, his voice lazy and content. You smile, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. “You’re so easy to please,” you tease. He opens one eye, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “Only when it’s you,” he replies softly. You laugh, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Itachi

Itachi’s straightforward nature means he’s never shy about seeking your touch. He treasures these moments of intimacy, especially when you cradle his face gently.

Your thumbs brush over his high cheekbones, and his dark eyes soften, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Your touch is soothing,” he whispers, his voice filled with quiet contentment. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I love touching you,” you reply. He closes his eyes, a serene expression spreading across his face. “I love you too,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

Kakashi

Kakashi’s composed demeanor fades away when you gently touch his cheeks. It’s a rare, tender moment, especially when his face is fully exposed.

Your fingers trace the line of his jaw as you softly cup his face. His visible eye crinkles into a smile, and he leans into your hand. “You really enjoy touching my face, don’t you?” he teases. You nod, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. “You’re so handsome,” you reply. He chuckles softly. “Maybe I should keep the mask off more often then,” he suggests. You grin and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Definitely,” you agree, savoring the intimate moment.

Kiba

Kiba’s playful nature shines through when you touch his face. He eagerly leans into your hand, enjoying the gentle contact.

Your fingers brush over his rough skin, and his eyes sparkle with delight. A low growl of contentment rumbles in his chest. “That feels... nice,” he admits, his voice husky. You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You’re such a puppy,” you tease. He grins widely, leaning further into your touch. “Only for you,” he replies, nuzzling into your hand with playful affection.

Shino

Shino treasures the quiet moments when you touch his face. He’s reserved but deeply appreciates the comfort and affection you bring.

Your fingers gently trace the lines of his cheeks, and his eyes soften behind his sunglasses. “Your touch... it’s calming,” he says quietly, his voice a low murmur. You smile warmly, pressing your forehead against his. “I love touching you,” you reply, your voice filled with affection. He leans into your hand, closing his eyes in contentment. “Never stop,” he whispers. “I won’t,” you promise, holding him close and savoring the serene moment.

Neji

Neji’s composed exterior hides a deep desire for your touch, even if his pride prevents him from asking directly.

Your fingers brush over his smooth skin as you gently touch his cheek. His eyes widen slightly before he leans into your hand, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Your touch is relaxing,” he murmurs, his voice filled with surprise and quiet pleasure. You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You should relax more often,” you tease. He opens his eyes, a small, contented smile on his lips. “Only with you,” he replies softly. “Good,” you laugh, holding him close and enjoying the rare moment of vulnerability.

Rock Lee

Lee’s boundless energy and deep affection for you come alive when you touch his face. He eagerly seeks your gentle caresses, especially after a long day.

Your fingers trace the lines of his cheekbones gently. His eyes sparkle with joy as he leans into your hand, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Your touch is... amazing,” he says, his voice filled with wonder and delight. You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You’re such a sweetheart,” you tease. He grins even wider, his eyes shining with pure, unfiltered love. “Only for you,” he replies, his voice soft and filled with adoration.

Choji

Choji’s warm and affectionate nature makes him the perfect partner for tender moments. He cherishes your touch and the comfort it brings.

Your fingers sink into the soft, warm skin of his cheeks. His eyes widen in surprise before he leans into your hand, a soft sigh of contentment escaping his lips. “That feels... wonderful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with quiet joy. You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re so cuddly,” you tease. He grins widely, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Only for you,” he replies softly. “Good,” you laugh, holding him close and savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Gaara

Gaara’s initial shyness fades away under your gentle touch, revealing a deep need for your affection and the comfort it brings.

Your fingers brush over his smooth, pale skin as you gently touch his cheek. His eyes widen slightly before he leans into your hand, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Your touch is... calming,” he admits, his voice hesitant but sincere. You smile warmly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I love touching you,” you reply. He closes his eyes, a small, contented smile spreading across his face. “Thank you,” he whispers softly. “Always,” you promise, holding him close and savoring the serene moment.

Kankuro

Kankuro's tough exterior hides a secret love for your touch. He may act brash, but he craves the moments when you gently caress his face.

Your fingers trace the contours of his cheeks gently. His eyes widen in surprise before he leans into your hand, a soft rumble of contentment escaping his lips. “Your touch is... nice,” he admits, his voice low and husky. You laugh softly, pressing a playful kiss to his nose. “You’re such a tough guy,” you tease. He grins, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Only for you,” he replies, his voice soft and filled with love. “Good,” you murmur, holding him close and enjoying the rare moment of tenderness.

‣ gojo satoru - stargazing

↳ Gojo loves those rare, clear nights when the stars sparkle like diamonds. He takes you to a quiet hill, lays out a cozy blanket, and pulls you into his arms. With a playful smile, he points out constellations, weaving wild tales that make you laugh until your sides ache. Amidst the chaos of life, these peaceful moments with you keep him grounded. As the night deepens, your laughter fades into soft whispers, and his fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, promising to always keep you safe under the vast sky. Seeing the stars reflected in your eyes and knowing he’s the reason behind your smile makes him feel cherished and content.

‣ geto suguru - music 

↳ Suguru has a hidden love for music, especially when it involves you. On lazy afternoons, he’ll grab his guitar and encourage you to sing along. Your voice harmonizes with his, creating a beautiful escape from the world. Sometimes he plays just for you, the soft strumming a backdrop to the stories you share. Other times, you create shared melodies, a duet of souls connected through rhythm and verse. In these moments, he lets go of everything else and just enjoys being with you, watching you light up when you sing, knowing he’s creating these beautiful memories with you.

‣ toji fushiguro - food 

↳ Toji shows his love through food, even though he’s no expert in the kitchen. He often tries to make you breakfast, creating a mess with flour on his cheek and eggshells everywhere. Despite the chaos, his eyes light up when he finally flips a pancake perfectly. Proudly, he says, "Here, try this," and it’s all worth it. Afterward, you usually end up cuddled on the couch, laughing and enjoying the haphazardly cooked meal. You look at him with admiration and affection, even when the kitchen looks like a disaster zone because he knows he’s your hero in more ways than one.

‣ ryomen sukuna - power and pleasure 

↳ Sukuna’s idea of fun is primal and intense. He loves how you challenge him in both strength and wit. What starts as a fierce sparring session often ends with passionate embraces. He finds the mix of battle and intimacy irresistible. Afterward, as you both lay exhausted, his touch becomes tender, exploring every inch of you. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches you give in to the pleasure he provides, knowing only he can bring you to such heights. When you gasp his name, breathless and trembling, it reminds him that even in his dark world, there’s light and love to be found in you.

‣ kamo choso - quiet mornings 

↳ Choso treasures the simple but meaningful mornings with you. He loves waking up before the world stirs, pulling you close to feel your warmth. Sometimes, he just watches the soft rise and fall of your chest, memorizing your peaceful expression. Other times, he gently traces circles on your back, syncing with your heartbeat. These moments bring him a deep sense of contentment and a rare peace he only finds with you. When you instinctively snuggle closer in your sleep and murmur his name, his heart swells with a quiet joy he never thought possible.

‣ nanami kento - cooking 

↳ Nanami expresses his love through small, caring actions. After a long day, he finds comfort in cooking for you. You sit on the counter, sipping wine, while he moves with practiced ease, explaining dishes and sharing cooking tips. He sneaks in kisses when he thinks you’re not looking. Dinner with Nanami is more than just a meal; it’s a shared experience filled with love and comfort. Seeing the appreciation in your eyes as you enjoy the meal he prepared with such care fills him with quiet satisfaction, knowing he nourishes you in body, mind, and soul.

‣ megumi fushiguro - night walks 

↳ Megumi values the quiet moments you share. Though he’s not the most expressive, he often takes you for late-night walks, finding peace in the stillness of the night. Under the soft glow of streetlights, you talk about everything and nothing. Your presence soothes his often troubled thoughts, and your voice anchors him. Sometimes, you walk in comfortable silence, holding hands, content just being together without needing words. The way your hand fits perfectly in his grounds him in the present, away from the constant worries of his sorcerer life.

‣ itadori yuji - adventures 

↳ Yuji’s zest for life turns every day into an adventure. He loves surprising you with impromptu plans – from a sudden road trip to nowhere to building a pillow fort in the living room. His infectious enthusiasm transforms ordinary moments into cherished memories. You often find yourselves laughing until your sides hurt, playing games, or dancing around the house to his made-up tunes. On quieter days, he’s just as happy snuggling with you, sharing snacks while binge-watching your favorite shows. Sometimes, he gives you piggyback rides around the house or challenges you to silly dares that end in giggles. Yuji’s warmth and positivity create a bubble of happiness, making you forget all your worries. Seeing your eyes light up with each new adventure fills him with pure joy, and he treasures these moments because they remind him how lucky he is to have you to share life’s joys with.

Your jaw practically hit the floor as Taehoon demonstrated a combo, his limbs moving with lightning speed and precision. You just stood there, dumbfounded, as the realization hit - Taekwondo was definitely not as easy as it looked on TV.

Taehoon stuck his finger in his ear as if he hadn't just done what he just did. "What's with that look? You didn't think it would be that hard, did you?" He smirked. "Don't worry, you can't suck that bad."

Famous last words. As you attempted to mimic the moves on the practice dummy, you somehow ended up tangled and sprawled ungracefully on the mat before even making contact with the prop. Silence prevailed as you sat there, stunned.

Taehoon's eyes widened, equally dumbfounded, before he burst out laughing, clutching his sides. "How...how did you even manage that?"

You glared at him from your position on the floor. "I think I might have broken a bone or two, but glad I could provide the entertainment."

Wiping tears from his eyes, Taehoon shook his head. "Nah, you're definitely not breaking anything except maybe a few laws of physics with those moves." He reached down to haul you up. "But don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now."

As if you would believe anything he says, "You told me it was easy!" You frowned, rubbing away at your backache.

Taehoon shrugged, "Well you're a bit special, but no worries I'll whip you up to shape in no time." He said before roughly patting your back.

"Stop that!" You shouted, swatting his hands away.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Or what? You'll try to take me down with those killer moves?" He teased, dodging your halfhearted swipe.

You opened your mouth for a retort, but Taehoon cut you off by sweeping your legs out from under you. You landed on the mat with an "oof!"

Taehoon loomed over you, grinning. "See, gotta keep that guard up at all times. Lesson number one- don't let your opponent distract you."

Glaring up at him, you grabbed his ankle and tugged. Taehoon's eyes widened as he lost his balance, crashing down next to you.

You rolled over, propping yourself up on one elbow to smirk victoriously. "Who's the distracted one now?"

accidentally calling them by the wrong name - john & arlo

JOHN

You snuggled closer to John on the couch, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. It was time to enact your prank. "Hey Seraphina, can you hand me that blanket?"

John went rigid beside you. "Seraphina?" He turned to face you, brows furrowed. "Did you just call me Seraphina?"

Struggling to keep a straight face, you feigned innocence. "What? No, of course not."

His expression morphed into one of playful suspicion. A lopsided grin tugged at his lips as he looped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side possessively.

"So she's trying to steal you away from me, huh?" His tone was light and teasing as he booped your nose. "Should I be worried Seraphina is moving in on my territory?"

I rolled my eyes, giving his chest a light shove. "Don't be ridiculous. You know Seraphina is just a friend."

"A very pretty friend who you seem to be confusing me with," he countered.

You raised an inquisitive brow. "You think she's pretty?"

John's eyes widened fractionally as panic flashed across his features. He quickly attempted to recover, raising a questioning brow of his own. "Is that all you heard?"

Unable to contain your laughter, you dissolved into a fit of giggles. "You should've seen your face!"

John let out an exaggerated huff, though the corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a smile. "You never answered my question," he pointed out.

You lightly swatted his chest. "You never answered mine either."

"Does it matter? You're the only one for me." John chuckled, tightening his embrace as you snuggled closer. 

"Good answer." You grinned and leaned in kissing the corner of his mouth. 

ARLO

You were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie with Arlo when you decided to pull your prank. Keeping your eyes on the TV, you spoke up casually. "Hey John, can you pass the remote?"

Arlo went unnaturally still beside you. Slowly, he turned his head with a look of utter bewilderment and distaste. "John?" he repeated, voice dripping with disdain as if he'd just bitten into something rotten. "Did you actually just refer to me as...him?"

Biting your lip to keep from grinning, you blinked at Arlo innocently. "Hm? Who's John?"

Arlo recoiled away from you with a look of deep offense, shoulders pulling back as his nose wrinkled. "Don't play coy! You very clearly called me by that...that cretin's name." He shuddered dramatically.

"Arlo, baby, you know I would never confuse you with someone like John," you said, struggling not to laugh at his over-the-top reaction. Reaching out, you ran a soothing hand down his arm, deciding to stroke his ego. "You're far too refined and regal."

He eyed you suspiciously for a moment before seeming to accept your flattery. With a lofty sniff, Arlo straightened his posture, chin tilting upwards. "Well, I should certainly hope so. It would be a grievous insult to my standing to be mistaken for such a cripple."

You rose a brow, eyeing him with a knowing look. "Riiight," you drawled out.

"What?" He asked, a slight edge to his tone.

You shook your head, barely smothering your giggle at his affronted expression. Scooting closer, you nuzzled against his side placatingly. "Nothing, my king. You're one of a kind."

Though Arlo tried to maintain a disgruntled facade, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you snug against him. "I better be," he muttered, though you could hear the pleased note in his voice.

: ̗̀➛ how knb men react to surprise kisses...

→ Immediately flustered and blushing.

『 Junpei Hyuga, Kagami Taiga, Shinji Koganei, Shintaro Midorima 』

→ Reciprocating the kiss with enthusiasm.

『 Daiki Aomine, Ryota Kise, Shogo Haizaki 』

→ Initially caught off guard but quickly embraced the moment with a smile.

『 Tetsuya Kuroko, Teppei Kiyoshi, Tatsuya Himuro, Atsushi Murasakibara 』

→ Completely enamored, gently nibbling on your lower lip or running their fingers through your hair with a look of pure adoration.

『 Seijuro Akashi, Shoichi Imayoshi 』

→ Getting flustered and stumbling over your words when the kiss breaks, at a loss for what to say next.

『 Shun Izuki 』

→ Might try to cop a feel.

『 Daiki Aomine, Shogo Haizaki, Teppei Kiyoshi (surprisingly) 』

How ironic.

Geto Suguru, the man hellbent on creating a world solely for sorcerers by exterminating all non-cursed beings was now considering abandoning his genocidal campaign.

Geto scoffed at himself. Just how far had he truly fallen?

He should be disgusted by the twist of emotions he now felt for you - a measly, curseless human. Geto remembered sneering at the very notion of sorcerers fraternizing with "monkeys."

He used to expertly manipulate and exploit vulnerable non-sorcerers, planting curse seeds to further his cruel agenda without an ounce of remorse.

And yet here he was, utterly captivated by your gentle smiles, your warmth and light doing more to soothe his inner darkness than any curse could.

The Night Parade leader found himself drawn to your passionate energy, reveling in casual domestic moments he once would have scorned as pointless.

As you hummed tunelessly while cleaning, blissfully unaware of his monstrosities, Geto felt something he hadn't in ages - peace. Your accepting presence calmed his self-loathing in a way not even the blood of his enemies could.

For the first time, he didn't view your existence as an insult to sorcerers, but as something...precious.

"Suguru..." you drawled, snapping him out of his daze.

Geto blinked rapidly before focusing on you. "Sorry, did you say something?" he asked with a sheepish smile.

You frowned slightly. "Am I boring you, Suguru?"

"Ah - no, I just have -" 

"A lot on your mind?" you finished, arching an eyebrow.

Guilt twisted Geto's stomach at your hurt expression. He was getting flustered over a mere pout? Pathetic.

And yet..he craved your warmth, your acceptance - things he had long rejected as weaknesses.

"I'm listening," he assured, standing and approaching you. He took your hand, marveling at how perfectly it fit in his, at the way you’re never afraid of him.

"Are you really?" you asked skeptically.

Falling for you defied everything Geto believed in, all he had sacrificed for his brutal, cynical vision. But perhaps your light could help him find a new path.

"I promise," he said resolutely. "I am."

It’s a stormy afternoon in Seoul, with rain pouring down against the windows. Inside Gun’s apartment, the atmosphere is warm and inviting, a cozy refuge from the gray, wet world outside.

The kitchen is brightly lit, filled with the fresh ingredients laid out on the counter: vibrant slices of fish, crisp vegetables, seasoned rice, and nori sheets—all ready for your lunch.

Today, Gun has decided to teach you how to make sushi, blending his Japanese heritage with your Korean roots.

Gun stands beside you, his sleeves rolled up and his demeanor as calm and stoic as ever.

His serious exterior rarely cracks, but his actions have an understated warmth as he carefully arranges everything. “We’re making sushi today,” he announces, his tone steady and authoritative, as always.

“Sushi?” you ask, a playful smile spreading across your face. “You mean kimbap, right?”

Gun’s eyes meet yours, his gaze steady and patient. “No,” he corrects gently, his tone serious yet instructional.

“Kimbap and sushi may look similar, but they’re different. Kimbap uses cooked ingredients and is seasoned with sesame oil, while sushi uses raw fish and is seasoned with vinegar. It’s all about the balance and the subtlety of flavors.”

You nod, absorbing his explanation. “Got it. Sushi, not kimbap.”

“Good,” he replies, the faintest hint of a smile touching his lips. “Let’s get started.”

The lesson begins with preparing the sushi rice. Gun’s hands move with practiced precision, gently mixing the rice with seasoned vinegar.

You watch closely, captivated by his skill. “The rice is the foundation,” he explains in his usual serious tone. “It has to be just right. Not too sticky, not too dry.” He offers you a taste on his finger, and you lean in to sample it, savoring the tangy flavor.

“Perfect,” you declare, your eyes lighting up. He nods slightly, a glimmer of satisfaction in his expression.

Next, Gun shows you how to slice the fish. His movements are exact, each cut clean and precise.

He guides your hands on the knife, his touch firm and steady. “Even slices,” he says, his voice a low, steady guide. “You need consistency.”

You mimic his technique, concentrating on each slice. “Even slices,” you repeat, focused on getting it right.

“Good,” he murmurs, watching you closely. “You’re doing well.”

With the ingredients ready, it’s time to assemble the sushi rolls. Gun places a nori sheet on the bamboo mat and spreads the rice evenly. “Now, choose your fillings,” he instructs. 

You pick out a variety of colorful vegetables and fresh fish, laying them on the rice. Gun demonstrates how to roll the sushi, his hands moving with the same precise grace. “It’s all about balance,” he says. “Too tight and it bursts. Too loose and it falls apart.”

You attempt your first roll, carefully following his example. It’s not perfect, but it holds together. “Not bad,” Gun comments, his voice devoid of the typical praise but with a subtle note of approval that you recognize.

As he decides to roll the rest, you can’t resist stealing kisses from him. He remains unbothered, his focus unwavering, but each time you kiss his cheek or the corner of his mouth, there’s a slight softening around his eyes. “You’re distracting me,” he says quietly, though there’s no real reproach in his voice.

“Good,” you reply with a smile, feeling a rush of affection for him. Despite his stoic facade and limited words, you know he enjoys these moments.

After what feels like both a long time and no time at all, you both sit down to enjoy your sushi. The rain outside has softened to a gentle drizzle, and the city lights shimmer through the wet glass.

You take a bite of your creation, savoring the blend of flavors. “This is amazing,” you say, your voice filled with genuine delight.

Gun watches you, his gaze steady and calm. “You did well,” he replies simply, his approval a quiet but powerful affirmation.

“Thanks to you,” you respond, your gratitude evident. You reach across the table, your hand finding his. He doesn’t pull away, his grip firm and reassuring.

As the meal ends, you linger at the table, the cozy atmosphere wrapping around you both. Gun stands and moves to your side, his presence a solid comfort.

He leans down, brushing a soft, fleeting kiss against your forehead. “You should make them by yourself next time,” he murmurs, his voice low and close to your ear.

You look up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “Thanks, Gun,” you say softly, your eyes meeting his. “But you’re way better at this than I am.”

He cups your cheek with his hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. “It tastes better when you make it,” he says simply, his gaze holding yours with a quiet intensity.

His words, delivered in his usual matter-of-fact tone, make your heart flutter.

Feeling a surge of adoration, you rise on your toes and press a tender kiss to his lips. Gun remains still, but his eyes soften slightly. “Maybe next time, I’ll surprise you,” you whisper against his lips, feeling his steady breath against your skin.

He nods slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I look forward to it.” 

SFW - soft, casual

As an ISTJ, Jichang values tradition and commitment in relationships. He's a respectful, old-fashioned romantic who prefers classic courtship - opening doors, bringing flowers, that kind of thing.

However, he also has a practical, sensible side. Jichang plans dates thoroughly for efficiency, ensuring all the arrangements are handled so you can simply enjoy yourselves.

He expresses love through quality time and acts of service. Jichang cherishes one-on-one moments together, even if it's just running errands or working side-by-side.

Public displays of affection make him uncomfortable, but in private he's softly affectionate through subtle gestures like hand-holding, hugs from behind, or forehead kisses.

Jichang communicates his feelings best through actions over words. But you know his loyalty and dedication to you is unwavering.

While private, he has a goofy, playful side that only you get to see. Jichang loves to tease and try to get that adorable smile out of you.

NSFW - mdni

Forget about playing coy – Ji Chang thrives on dominance. He’s the boss in and out of the bedroom. Call him “Daddy” and watch him light up with a mixture of pride and lust.

Ji Chang’s physicality isn’t just about his muscles. Let’s just say he’s packing heat. Handling all of him is a task, but one he expects you to take on without complaints.

Ji Chang loves to tease, both mentally and physically. He'll whisper dirty words into your ear, trailing his fingers just out of reach, building anticipation until you're begging for more.

Ji Chang is all about nipple play. Whether it's teasing, biting, or using his fingers to flick and pinch, he loves the way his partner reacts to the intense sensations.

He loves using his mouth – not just for biting but for giving intense, toe-curling pleasure. He's relentless, focused, and takes pride in driving his partner wild with his skilled tongue.

Ji Chang knows how to read his partner’s boundaries and respects them. He may push you to your limits, but he always makes sure you’re on board and enjoying every second.

Those strong hands aren't just for fighting. Ji Chang loves the way his bruised knuckles feel against your skin, especially when he's gripping your thighs tightly.

Ji Chang doesn’t have much patience for undressing. He prefers to tear off clothes in the heat of the moment, adding an extra layer of urgency and rawness to the encounter.

Thank you!

SFW - soft, casual

Despite his nonchalance, Jaegyeon is an absolute gentleman when it comes to dating. He treats his partner with the utmost respect and consideration.

Jaegyeon loves going on long walks or hikes with his significant other. The peaceful outdoors helps him relax and open up more.

He has an unexpectedly romantic side. Jae-gyeon will plan thoughtful surprise dates like picnics or stargazing nights.

While not the most talkative, Jaegyeon is an excellent listener. He's always willing to lend an ear when his partner needs to vent or discuss something important.

Loyalty and honesty are extremely important to him. He expects the same faithfulness in return from his partner.

Jaegyeon can be protective, almost to a fault, when it comes to his loved ones. He's always on guard.

Despite his tough exterior, he melts when his partner showers him with affection and physical touch. Jaegyeon loves cuddling and gentle caresses.

He prefers low-key date nights at home over flashy outings, as long as he gets quality time with his significant other.

Jaegyeon appreciates a partner who can match his intellect and isn't afraid to challenge him.

While not very vocal about it, he takes immense pride in his partner's achievements and unconditionally supports their goals.

NSFW - mdni

In private, Jaegyeon is much more openly affectionate with lots of hugs, cuddling, and gentle caresses for his partner.

He loves leaving soft kisses along his significant other's neck and shoulders when embracing them from behind.

While not the most vocal about it, Jaegyeon takes great pride and care in pleasuring his partner intimately. He's an attentive and generous lover.

He gets flustered and blushy when his partner initiates intimate moments or catches him appreciatively admiring their body.

Jaegyeon is the type to wake up early and watch his lover sleep peacefully, marveling at how beautiful they look.

Massages and sensual backrubs are one of his favorite ways to wind down and get intimate with his significant other.

In the bedroom, he prefers taking the lead but is very responsive to his partner's wants and needs.

Jaegyeon has a talented mouth and loves pampering his lover with deep, passionate kisses.

Pillow talk and basking in the afterglow with tender cuddles is very important to him for feeling emotionally connected.

He gets immense satisfaction from ensuring his partner is fully satisfied and content after intimacy.

Despite his intimidating size and strength, Jerry is incredibly gentle and tender with his partner. He’s always careful not to hurt you, often treating you like you’re made of glass.

Jerry loves food. Dating him means trying new restaurants and late-night food trips. He's always up for sharing meals and tasting new dishes together.

Jerry gives lots of compliments. He tells you you're breath-taking, smart, and strong. His admiration for you is genuine.

Jerry is very patient. Whether you need time getting ready, had a bad day, or want to vent, he listens without getting impatient and supports you.

Jerry is interested in your hobbies. He happily joins your favorite activities like watching shows, going to concerts, or trying new hobbies together.

When you're upset or stressed, Jerry comforts you. He lets you lean on him, hugs you, and calms you down with kind words.

Jerry can be shy when expressing deep feelings. Complimenting him or surprising him with affection makes him blush cutely.

Jerry loves cuddling on the couch or in bed. He likes holding you close in his warm embrace. It's comforting for him.

Jerry takes care of your needs. If you're sick, he gives you soup, medicine, and makes sure you're comfortable. If tired, he tells you to rest.

Jerry is very loyal (Just look how he is with Jake). He's devoted to you and the relationship. He makes sure you know how much you mean to him. He stays by your side through hard times.

Jerry respects your independence while being protective. He supports your passions and decisions, giving you space when needed.

Despite his size, Jerry plays physically. He picks you up effortlessly, gives piggyback rides, and playfully wrestles ending in laughter.

Jerry's hugs feel safe, cozy, and like home. He's ready to hold you in his secure, loving embrace.

Honesty matters to Jerry. He believes in open talks and always tells the truth, even when hard. He values and maintains trust.

SFW - soft, casual

Gun is not one to openly express his emotions. In a relationship, he's the silent observer, always keeping a close eye on your needs and feelings, even if he doesn’t always verbalize it.

He notices the little things about you—how you take your coffee, your favorite way to unwind, and what makes you smile.

Gun’s protective instincts are heightened in a relationship. He ensures your safety and comfort at all times, whether it’s walking you home or stepping in if someone bothers you.

Given his intimidating aura, his presence is often enough to deter any potential threats.

Instead of over-the-top romantic stunts, Gun shows his love through acts of service. He's the kinda guy who'll fix things around your place, handle difficult situations for you, or bring you food when you’re too busy or tired to cook.

He's a man of few words, but Gun cherishes the quieter moments you share, content to bask in comfortable silence without needing constant conversation to fill the air.

Once you have Gun’s trust and affection, his loyalty is unwavering. He’s someone who stands by his partner through thick and thin, offering a strong and dependable presence in your life.

Betrayal is one of the few things that could sever that bond, so honesty and loyalty are non-negotiable in his eyes.

Given his background and expertise, Gun often takes on a mentor-like role in the relationship, especially if you share any of his interests or pursuits. He’s willing to teach and train you, but don’t expect him to go easy on you.

Gun’s expressions of affection are subtle yet deeply meaningful. A gentle touch on your back as you walk together, a rare but sincere smile when you’re alone, or a steadying hand in a crowd.

He might not be outwardly affectionate in public, but in private, his actions speak volumes about his feelings for you.

Gun is physically imposing, and he uses this to his advantage in your relationship. He loves the way you fit against him, whether it's during a comforting hug or while you're both just lounging around.

NSFW - mdni

Gun thrives on being in control and doing things with precision - he loves dominating you and having you at his mercy.

He's an attentive lover who gets a thrill out of exploring what really makes you tick. Every little touch, kiss, or whispered dirty talk that makes you shiver? He lives for that.

While he might not be vocal during intimate moments, his body language speaks volumes. The way he watches you with a dark, intense gaze, the firm grip of his hands on your hips, and the subtle shift in his breathing all express his desires.

He lets his actions do the talking, making each caress and thrust better than the last. With Gun, it's pure passion in motion.

Gun has an incredible sense of stamina and endurance. He can keep up a relentless pace, pushing you both to your physical limits before allowing any release.

Pushing your limits gets him going, but he's always tuned into your responses. He'll take you right to the edge, but knows just how far he can go.

Claiming you as his own is a big turn-on for Gun. Whether it's biting, gripping, or leaving other marks, he can't get enough of those visible reminders that you're his.

It's not just about control though - there's a primal, possessive need driving Gun to mark you as his territory in the most intimate way.

He has no issue taking you against a wall, over a surface, or anywhere that allows him complete access and control over your body.

Once the heat has died down, you get a glimpse of Gun's shockingly gentle side. Underneath that rugged exterior, he's an attentive, caring lover who makes sure you're completely comfortable and satisfied when it's all over.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands softly, his voice low and deep. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Does this feel good?” he murmurs against your neck, “Or should I keep going until you can’t take it anymore?”

He lets out a soft, guttural sound of approval as you arch against him. “Just like that,” he mutters, his hands gripping your waist firmly, guiding your movements.