YBC Imagines!

Owns a Drug Rug – Jimmy

the real question is, when is he not baked like a cake?

he opens up more, that's for sure

one time he went into such explicit detail about a scene with yuri that tamura actually puked

smokes sativa out of a bong

his highs last really long

like hours

the longest on record was about 4

it always starts with mania

he's bouncing off the walls

he will bite down all of nails

his crash has him cuddly and soft

he likes his sweaters to be oversized, and if he smells, it's actually more pleasant than skunky

he's really into aphrodisiac strains of sativa tho

once he realized two highs at once was better than one, unless it's a special occasion, he's smoked up before his dicks goes up

the high's make him dom leaning, but with a little bit of "rust-eaze" sweet talk, he cracks

when he's high, he knows that he can last a lot longer, and it takes more for him to cum

that makes the games all the better

Has a Pen - Tamura

there was some upperclassman who let him hit a pen once and tamura’s been hooked ever since

he’s not opposed to other ways to get high, but the pen is the easiest

that way he’s not hitting and puffing all in one go

one of those stoners that insists he doesn't have a problem, but 3/5 days a week he's making extra bathroom trips to get quick hits in

he's actually high more often than you'd think

aphrodisiac strains give him the heebie jeebies

he tried one and woke up next to yuri and akemi & itome eight hours later, glazed in a cum-coating like a perverted cake

(how the actual fuck he bottomed in that combo, he'll never know)

sativasativasativa keeps him satisfied

he studies when he’s high, especially the tougher stuff like the sciences and mathematics courses

his highs give him motivation to do stuff that would usually be "a total pain"

he cleans up and does chores, like his laundry, sometimes his groceries

his has yuri drive him, and he will always put on a miss daisy

doing tasks like that keep him from getting anxious shakes, at least until he starts coming down

he's really cranky once he's sober, like a brat

you can count on him feeling much better after a 3 hour nap

Socially Smokes – Akemi, Itome

akemi and itome don't smoke enough to have a ton distinguished behaviors

their shared philosophy is much like their philosophy on snacks: if it's there, of course we're going to eat some

akemi prefers indica

being the club president is exhausting after all

on rare occasions when meetings are held off campus (in a more casual setting) one or two hits and he's good to go

his domspace drop is a hell of a lot deeper, but line between who's topping who and who's bottoming to who gets very thin and very blurry

he talks wayyyyy slower and is in a state of half consciousness

itome prefers sativa

the strains he prefers tend to make him a romantic

he takes the lead more often when he's high like this, as a way to treat his wonderful boyfriend who takes care of everything

he's dazed and confused when he's high but he's always happy

finds everything funny

birds, trees, words, knees

literally everything

akemi knows that if itome has a subdrop when he's high, he's going to need a lot of reassurance and aftercare--

he feels like he forced it or that he was selfish

akemi always reminds him he could never

Smokes to Cope – Yacchan

yacchan could probably tell you exactly where to get the best product, if he's not actually selling himself that is

when all of his stress comes to a head, that's when he gets high out of his mind

when you asked indica or sativa, he says sativa, but he prefers hallucinogenic strains above all

this way, he can exist in another world for a little while

he likes to get high and take a train to the city

sometimes he'll just sit and watch the lights of the signs and stores

sometimes he'll find an arcade or a cafe and lose himself in interaction, human or not

he sobers up pretty easily on his own

just a few shots of espresso and he's back to himself

Edibles – Yuri

he doesn't like the sensation of the inhale/exhale when you use a pipe, bong, or roll

also, he didn't like paying for something that he could perfect

his recipe is ultimately flawless, and it's always hybrid

he puts it in milkshakes

yes

milkshakes

and they're not even ugly

there's multiple flavors and boosters and he actually really enjoys perfecting the craft

but it's a family recipe, paws off

the high he gets is more mellow than anything, but the hybrid always has just that smidge of aphrodisiacs for a good time

Does not smoke - Toono, Shikatani, Kashima

toono doesn't smoke because. . he's toono

he actually cries if somebody asks him

poor thing is anxious

shikatani doesn't smoke because the cleanup is a pain

but he doesn't like the out of body sensation

It's like there's an itch beneath his skin that he just can't scratch: some kind of ache that demands to be treated, a disease only you can cure.

It comes and goes in waves like phases of the moon, but it always sneaks up on you.

First, he's whiney, pawing at you like a needy kitten, mewling into your neck when you give him a simple peck for a goodbye, and tugging on your shirts to get you to stay in bed, to stay in his arms. He's unsure of where it's coming from, confused on what he really needs. He's hoping you can pick up on it, that you know what pushed him to this wanton place, and that you'll take care of it.

Once you leave, he gets just a little more scatterbrained, riding out the day on instinct alone. He's surely feral by this point, digging through the hamper to pull out the panties you slept in, the ones you pulled up your soft legs after he fingered you to sleep. The scent of your cum is heady, lingering on the fabric and overwhelming him when he takes a sharp sniff in. He's rendered to his knees, humping the damn basket itself. As pathetic as it makes him feel, doing something so wrong yet so erotic, it's not enough to please him. He knows what he needs now, and as much as he loves you, as much as he cares about you, you're not going to understand.

It's a desire that needs more than words to explain.

When you come home, back aching from the lack of support from your desk chair, he knows what to do.

His motives are concealed by the good boyfriend act. He offers a massage: as if he hasn't sprayed down the bed with a mist of vanilla and lavender, as if he didn't know the scents would lull you into a semi-conscious state, as if he just happened to pick a podcast with such effective hypnotic relaxation techniques so that you couldn't say no when he offered you a hit after he'd finished working the knots out of your tight muscles.

He has to hold the spliff to your lips, you're already sop out of it, overstimulated into a dream. He tells you to take it slow when he lights it, to just feel, don't think. For the sake of his needed assistance, he pulls you onto his lap. He's too smart for you, and he takes the smoke into his mouth without inhaling, simply to puff all of it into yours.

Everything is fuzzy. It's what a light must feel as it's dimmed by the switch. His dark hair is in your face, like black curtains that shroud you in your own little world. He looks so pretty up close from what you can tell, your vision swirling as you sway on his lap and–

Oh my.

What was an accidental bump against his chub was soon a languid thrust of your hips right against him, and you can't help but cry out. Suddenly he's laughing, he's laughing so hard his voice trembles with wicked glee and sputters as he explains something to you, something unimportant compared to the sudden heat rising from your core up into your chest. If it's not sated you might just rip your own hair out.

You're whining in his ear, high-pitched mewls of please and touch me and please. You're clawing at his back like a rabid panther, teeth sinking into his neck and across his shoulders when he doesn't respond directly, only stroking your hair back from your face. You try to redirect his hand, to silently ask him to yank hard on your hair and put an end to your mindless foreplay and take care of you, but he doesn't relent, not yet.

He waits for you to take drastic action, to force him onto his back and mark up his torso as you make your way down, to struggle with the button and zipper of his jeans, to nip at the elastic of his underwear, and when you nuzzle your nose right into his crotch with a sharp sniff in, only then does he indulge you.

The door was unlocked, which could only mean you were free to go in, public access and all. Only when you swung it forward, what you saw was not a dark room full of developing prints, but five well developed boys engaging in dark content themselves.

A blue-haired broad-shouldered boy held a wand in one hand, teasing another boy while his other hand held on tight to a third, who was necking into him.

Akemi's ears perked at the squeak that came from the front of the room after the door slammed shut behind the guest "Oh? A new member?"

The president took a step out from behind the couch where he'd been merely a satisfied supervisor of the pornographic encounter in front of him. He tilted his head to one side, blue eyes obstructed by pupils dilated in arousal surveying the person in front of him.

"Or are you just lost, hmm?" His smile was frighteningly entrancing, beckoning you further into the room and you obeyed with a stuporous gait.

In what seemed like no time at all, he had crossed the room to stand just barely an inch away from you. You could smell his cologne, a heavy aroma of citrus and sandalwood. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, nearly a flush with a fever in his presence alone. It made you dizzy, but more obviously, it made you hot.

"'M not, um. . . I must have the wrong room."

He laughed, sounding somewhere between the cackle of a witch and the twinkling of jingle bells at the holidays. His palms hit the jambs on the door, entrapping you between them.

"No, I don't think you have the wrong room at all."

"I. . ."

In an instant, his expression changed; lust was painted across it, suffocating the mischievous curiosity that had held it just seconds before. His eyes had grown dark, mydriatic, like a feral jungle cat about to go in for the kill. Yet, you absolutely wanted him to devour you, and the whimpering pleas escaping your lips told him exactly that.

"No, you don't have the wrong room. You came here looking for something, didn't you?"

The words get caught in your throat when he grabs you tongue from right between your teeth.

"Dressed so out of uniform, with such a look of desperation on your face-- my, my. So tell me: what were you looking for?"

You try to speak, but he's got you all turned around. You don't know why you entered the room, how you got there, how you ended up pressed against a wall, a third year's thigh bumping up against your crotch. The worst part is, your grinding against it, drool slipping down the slope he's pulled out of your mouth and your eyes rolling back. The friction is deliciously torturous, enough to get you started but never enough to finish the job.

"Go on and answer me," he demands as he releases you, but you just can't. Not when his hot breath is wafting over your cheeks and his lips are ghosting across your skin, aflame with desire.

"You were looking for a show. Isn't that right?"

"N-No, I didn't mean to––" The words are lost to a pathetic yelp as he takes a fistful of your hair to force you to look at him.

"You were looking to get fucked. Weren't you?"

"That's not– nuh uh!" You can just barely realize you're losing words, your higher functioning surrendering to the whims of your senior. His shadow looms over you, and it's the most welcoming darkness you've ever known.

"Thinking so much really doesn't suite you."

You're almost sure you can hear the others whispering about the scene before them, but you're so enamored by him, enslaved by his every word. He's in your eyes, your words, he's your every thought now.

"S-Sorry!" you cry before he has you bent over the arm of the sofa.

"I know you'll make it up to me. After all, you asked for this right? It's what you wanted."

You whine, rutting against the tweed sofa. He yanks you up by the back of your collar and you hear the buttons of your shirt start to strain from the force.

"You were asking for it."

"I. ."

"No," he growls, pushing you forward. When he gets you on your back, he smirks. "You wanted to get fucked, right?"

"R-Right?" you whisper, your head spinning.

"Right," he hums pleasantly to confirm. "You asked for it."

"Y-Yeah." Your voice is foreign in your ears, like monotonous lullaby. "I asked for it. I wanna. . wanna get fucked."

His laugh is almost giddy now. "Yes, that's right. Look how well you can behave with a little persuasion.

"Here's how this is going to go. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to know how much of a whore you really are, so I'm going to take care of you."

"Y-You are?" you bleat, your eyes blinking up at him.

“Please! Yuri, help me! Don’t let them-”

Your cries fell on deaf ears, a maniacal laughter filling your own. It was hard to tell if was Yuri's; you hoped not, but the pitch seemed all distorted. Your senses were overwhelmed as Tamura pulled you gruffly against him. He forced his leg between yours, pressing his thigh against you.

"Nggh, she even smells good!" he grunted in your ear as he wriggled his pants to his ankles.

More hands had made quick work of your clothes and your head snapped back on the whims of a sharp tug on your hair. Akemi, his nose ghosting across the now exposed skin of your neck as his teeth carved into the flesh, shifted over so Tamura could adjust his grip, and Itome could grope your ass.

"Move over," Shikatani groused. "I want her throat."

"Shika-kun, that's no way to ask her, is it?" Itome nudged Shika forward. The latter wrung his hands in front of him, pink spreading across his cheeks.

As he bent forward, licking your mouth open, he asked you in a voice like sugared honey. "Let me fuck your throat?"

You let out a groan, unsure even yourself of whether it was a denial or an affirmation.

The cup of your bra was digging into the meat of your breast. You whined. Tamura sighed, yanking the garment down around your true waist. In one motion, you swerved through the steamy air, and landed on top of Tamura on the couch, leaving Yuri behind you.

"Y-Yuri-kun," you whimpered, your hands fumbling behind you to pull him closer for just a moment's comfort.

"Shh, shhh, shh!" he hummed with a squeal, an arm snaking up your chest. His hands found your throat, and while one gave you a soft squeeze, the other pried your lips apart. You hadn't realized how much saliva had pooled on your tongue, the fluid spilling past your lips and around Yuri's slender figures much to his delight.

Tamura pulled your weight against him once more, bouncing you on his lap as he swirled his tongue around the shell of your ear.

Your head fell forward. Yuri's fingers slipping from your mouth. You felt yourself clench against Tamura's muscular thigh, your hips inching back and forth. You heard him chuckle.

"Finally coming around, eh? It'll be easier if you don't struggle too much, hurts less that way."

Warm lips peppered across your shoulders, soon joined while at the nape of your neck by Yuri's tongue, the cool steel ball of his piercing sending a jolt of shivers up your spine, but Tamura's vice on your hips and Yuri's grips on your arms kept you from giving out on them.

As spots of black danced in your periphery and tears pricked at your eyes, you realized Akemi, who had Itome on his knees already, and Shikatani were all beside you.

"What's that now? The loser finally broke?" Akemi's hand replaced Yuri's, turning your head to face your seniors. "Poor thing. Better learn to pace yourself. After all, we're just getting started."

His index finger tapped your cheek. You were running on an unknown instinct, something dark and animalistic, your most feral desires overpowering rational thought. You opened your mouth wider, as far as you could, and Shikatani tilted his hips forward, sliding his cock into the awaiting orifice and beginning to fuck your throat with reckless abandon.

Who were you if you couldn't even let out one last scream before he did, one last prayer that it would all relent? Instead you felt a cold sensation around your bud; Yuri lubing you up with his thumb so he could take you, the sweat from his chest practically gluing him to your back. Then came Tamura's thick fingers scissoring inside you, and when the pads of his first two fingers curled, brushing across the soft spongey wall, you were gone.

"Likey, likey," Yuri sang.

You tried to reply, the only noise coming out a gargle of your own spit as your tongue lolled out the side of your mouth.

"Huh?" he taunted, pulling you off of Shikatani. "Want something?"

Shikatani blows before you can even think to answer, his mess streaking across your face. While Yuri pushed Shikatani's cum further into your mouth, forcing you to swallow it, the warm head of his cock pushed past your rim, and as you gasped, your eyes screwing shut, Tamura took the opportunity to tuck into your front, bucking into you inch by torturous inch before growing impatient and yanking you down on him.

Each push from Tamura was met by a pull from Yuri, their rhythms so in sync you could tell the only first here was yours. Yuri's nails scratched at your scalp and raked down your arms to pinch your nipples, even twisting them just to hear how pretty you sounded when you cried their names.

At the feeling of their dicks brushing each other through your gummy pink, Tamura bit down hard on your lip and soon the taste of iron mingled with your spit. Tamura licked across your lips with a feral fervor that could only make you moan, finally succumbing to the ecstasy of the overstimulation.

"Careful, Tamu-kun," Akemi calls, his voice lighter now that Itome's got his nose right against his pubes, tongue slurping at his balls. "If she thinks she's being punished, our little pet will run away. . ."

"Nah," Tamura wheezed, thrusting up once more before he gave you his load. "She won't go anywhere if she knows what's good for her."

"Oi!"

The voice was instantly recognizable: convicted, determined, gruff yet the sweetest you'd ever heard. Tamura was undeniably handsome, but undeniably there were much sharper knives in the block.

"Yui," you replied, glancing over your shoulder and trying to keep calm.

You hoped your heartbeat wasn't audible, fluttering against your sternum as if it wanted to escape: it did after all. Your heart longed to be kept by one Yui Tamura.

And it wasn't just your heart that longed for him either. . .

Blush washed from the tips of his ears across his cheeks, disappearing past his sweater.

"T-That's no way to talk to me!" he huffed.

"Tamu-senpai," you corrected, smiling as you turned to face him. "Is something wrong?"

That got him back on track. He assumed his usual relaxed state, still attempting to present a dominant air about himself, his hips angled forward and shoulders still semi-squared despite his casual slouch what with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

Still awaiting a response from the second year, you glanced over his shoulder. His friend, the pink haired one who never quite spoke right, seemed to be fidgeting with something in his hands, talking to himself. You were aware of how close the two boys were, and figured he had to have been watching this encounter unfold. Maybe he'd given Tamura some advice on––

"You already ate, huh? S'obvious! There's a stain on that shirt!" He jabbed a finger onto your shoulder. "Right there. Makes the whole outfit look worse."

You snorted. "Is that all?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Thanks, senpai."

He didn't hear the end of it from Yuri.

"You know that's not what I wanted to say! Dammit! Nothing ever comes out right when I talk to her!"

"Kiss, kiss!"

He looked at his friend, rolling his eyes. "That only works for you. You're the superior being."

"Fall in love!"

Tamura laughed, crossing off another line on the pages in front of him. "The shirt looked nice. The shirt looked nice. Let's eat together tomorrow. Now what's so hard about that?"

He looked back at Yuri, who just tapped the remaining stem of his candy against the piece of paper.

Folded up into a tiny frog, Yuri slid the piece of paper onto your table while he moseyed up to the front of the hall. You looked up from your notes; the stationary was a soft cerulean with harsh maroon lines. What could it be now? 'Your hair's a mess today; brush ever? If you keep dropping your notes you'll never clear first year!'

You caved into your curiosity, unfolding the origami with care to not rip it.

His handwriting was messy, no–– sloppy. You had to hold the note a mere centimeter away from your nose to read it.

You sighed. The unimaginable idiot. . Uncapping your pen with your teeth, you wrote a response as quickly as you could. With a soft smile, you chucked the ball of paper over your shoulder, and waited to hear it.

"Ach!"

When an obnoxious block of turquoise obstructed your light, you looked up from your notes again.

"Is that a yes?"

"Senpai, can't you read?"

"Tch! 'Course I can. But look–" he put the note back on your desk. "Ya smudged it. Right there."

"Well, let me spell it out, dear senpai," you cleared your throat. "'Yes, you unimaginable idiot, as long as afterwords you show me just how good you are with those toys––'"

Toono – S/O's Quirk: One for All – This Quirk is a union of two different Quirks, one that stockpiles power and one that passes itself on to another. The user can momentarily gain strength and speed far greater than any other Quirk and hero.

thankfully by the time he'd met you, you'd mastered the use of your Quirk

you were never the prance about type to flash around your power anyway

you preferred to use it for more mundane tasks – like opening pickle jars and carrying the groceries into the house in one trip

he found out about it on accident

he was on his way out when he caught you in the parking lot coming in––

with your car in hand, two feet off the ground

you'd dropped your fob somewhere underneath it and couldn't see

toono passed out

when he came to, his first questions revolved around whether or not the car was okay

once he wraps his head around it though..

he's way more into it than he tells you

but it also fuckin terrifies him

so much so that he really doesn't want you to use it on him

definitely has watched you use it so intently that he can nut off to it later

maybe one day he'll pluck up and ask you to activate it for some pictures he can keep

Kashima - S/O's Quirk: Half-Cold, Half-Hot – This Quirk splits the user into two, half of the user's body can emit ice, the other half emits fire.

honesty is a pillar to kashima's relationship

your quirk came to light a month or so into seeing him

and at first, he was mostly excited about the health benefits

he decides then and there that you gotta do him a solid and chill his side of the bed

that way he can keep cool when he sleeps

sometimes

even if he's half asleep

he'll grab your right hand with a lil soft tug

and in your drowsy stupor you chill his pillow so there's no need for a flip

makes him grin like an idiot every time

when he comes home from practice or from the gym he has you freeze and unfreeze the bathwater-- saves you guys a whole lot of ice

he doesn't mind letting you ease his muscles with your left side after all the heats works wonders that would make any rice pack green with envy

as a top, kashima's got complete control in the bedroom

all day, he'll ask you to close your eyes and heat something up, maybe it's a vibrator or a dildo

or when you chill something, they're usually beads or a plug

all for him to torment you with later on that night

Yacchan – S/O's Quirk: Explosion – This Quirk allows the user to sweat a substance similar to Nitroglycerin from the user's palms and ignite it to create explosions.

kyosuke recognizes it's too dangerous to use in the bedroom

but that being said, there's plenty of other stuff around the place to let you show off

your firework shows are always the best on the block

especially when he sets some off right when yuu isn't expecting it

mainly, yacchan appreciates your quirk when it comes to pulling pranks

It's really funny when you're popping ziploc bags full of nothing right outside tamura's dorm when he's trying to power nap before exams

and even funnier when he storms out in just tighty whities to yell at you

only to meet the flash of yacchan's cellphone

toono will fall asleep during study sessions sometimes and yacchan will facetime you so you can let out a boom and wake him up

he will most definitely fall off the bed and yacchan will most definitely record it

the two of you are the best of the worst that way

Shikatani – S/O's Quirk: Zero Gravity – This Quirk allows the user to cause people and items to float on contact. There is a weight limit on how much the user can levitate, and if this Quirk is used to much, it will cause the user to get sick.

it's really helpful when you help him deep clean

after all, if the supplies are gracefully floating behind him, that leaves his hands free to do twice the work, saving him half the time

but you're content to watch the beautiful boy work

if you help him clean like that, he won't ask for much more that day

he is very very conscious of how much you use your quirk

because he cares about you too much to let you get sick

since he knows for a fact that because of his ocd he won't be able to take care of you

and that stings

so on the days where the chores have all been done he gets the honor of experiencing the effects of your quirk in bed

he likes how it feels when your tease him from the air above

your throat feels more open

but it's not like he can do too much about it since the instant he gets too eager you always float just out of reach

sometimes if he's behaved very well, you'll suspend him

the headrush he gets is euphoric

but the best is how good you are when you blow out his back with your strap

after all, without gravity, your stroke game is literally out of this world

Akemi – S/O's Quirk: Hardening – This Quirk allows the user to harden any part of their body. This shell can withstand several tons of metal falling on the user, along with shock waves, explosions, etc.

there's nothing cuter to akemi keiichi than a brat

if you want to misbehave?

by all means

go right ahead

he'll leave it to you to exhaust yourself

that's the first time he saw you use it

he wasn't aiming to cause any major damage, he was only spanking you with his hand

but he'd been at it for almost an hour

then suddenly he'd pushed you off him after he'd slapped what felt like a solid rock

not that it could stop him

his eyes only grew darker

from then on out, it was all a game to see how far he could push before the shell wore down and you gave into him

Itome – S/O's Quirk: Electrification – This Quirk allows the user to discharge electricity out of the user's body. It goes out in all directions around the user, and can be used to even charge objects, such as batteries. There is a limit to how much this Quirk can be used, and if used too much, the user will short circuit their own brain, and won't be able to do anything for an hour.

of course you can charge his phone in a pinch when it dies at the worst possible moment

hotwire his car when he's already running late

restart the fusebox when there's a power outage

after hours, itome's not a hard dom

not in the slightest

but every once in awhile, he can be particularly malicious

like when he has you overcharge your vibrators to give him the liberty of overstimulating you for longer

really it's less about the scene and more about what comes after

due to the limits of your quirk, aftercare is all on him

that's what he likes the most

taking care of you completely

being able to coax you through your braindead state

clean you off and pose you all comfortable

you're all the sweeter when you come to, when you come back to him

Yuri – S/O's Quirk: Tape – This Quirk allows the user to shoot extremely strong tape from openings on the user's elbows.

the tape is good for fixing most messes yuri gets himself into, clumsy fuck

also waxing!

of course he's gonna be into it

he loves the sting it leaves when you pull it off him the most

and he feels it all over again when there's red rectangular patches all across his skin the next morning

though the gluey part is a bit of a pain to wash off

sometimes he'll leave it for him to pick at throughout the day -- that way he'll get the shivers, makes him hot all over again!

he literally cannot get enough

when you do your school work or anything that diverts your attention from him, he'll be tugging at your elbow

this way you can restrain him until you're ready to ahem

put him to use

you can also use your tape to toss him around, floor to bed to floor to wherever

sometimes you even tape up his face, cover his mouth until the drool renders the tape into a thin flimsy strip

you tie his hands tighter and tighter every time, and it never breaks him

he loves it

on the other hand, yuri can be quite the slippery fuck

for emergencies, you've got some of your tape stored away

you've woken up more than once hogtied, your quirk turned against you

like it or not, yuri can easily turn the tables and you're almost never expecting it

you might have an unlimited supply, but he's too quick for your own good

Tamura – S/O's Quirk: Engine – This Quirk gives the user incredible speed by engine-like protrusions in the user's calves. The engines are fueled by orange juice, and carbonated drinks will mess the engines up.

he calls a 40 meter dash every single weekend

he sets his treadmill to train for it the whole week

but he never beats you

and it seriously pisses him off

you're always faster, no matter the game

if anything, it motivates him

he'll take the bruised ego if it helps him get into better shape

the fact that sometimes, you let him win makes his "engines" overheat faster than you can blink

he'll chase you and chase you for hours

fueled on adrenaline and testosterone, there's no way he'll tap out before you

expect a long, hard bite once he catches you

he goes absolutely animalistic

that lilt in his voice when he finally gets to sink his teeth into your shoulder, even if it's through a shirt, that doesn't matter to him

"caught you"

Jimmy – S/O's Quirk: Sugar Rush – This Quirk allows the user to become stronger and faster every 10 grams of sugar they eat for three minutes. The more the user uses this Quirk, the dumber they get.

every time he catches you snacking on a chocolate bar his whole brain turns off

he's practically jumping, the way he bounces around

waiting for you to inevitably choke slam him against the nearest surface

wall, couch, bed, anything

he likes it when you just toss him over your shoulder

even more the way your hits are harder than usual

he antagonizes you on purpose

making sure to stuff a grocery cart full of sweets he knows you like so that he can catch you snacking and make him pay through the nose

he always asks so nicely

but when you won't give in, well that just won't do!

doses your miso with sugar, drops in three extra cubes in your milk tea, encourages extra flan for dessert

for the next three minutes, you're nearly tripping over yourself

everything is lighter

and then when the crash hits---

jimmy can finally take what he wants