HAIKYUU AND SUBTLE FORMS OF PDA

[ TO LOVE ] SCARAMOUCHE.

to love is to betray—at least that’s how scaramouche has always seen it.

and then he meets you.

“this is my bath,” you tease him lightly, and even despite the shooing motion of your hand, even despite the soft glare sent your way, you still make room for him to settle between your legs.

“well, it’s also mine now too,” he huffs.

he leans his back against your chest, let’s his body melt in against yours, let’s the soft trace of your hands fill the empty cracks with something he’s lacked for long time.

scaramouche is almost certain you realize he’s in love with you before he comes close to knowing himself. and it’s funny—even though you fall first, he falls harder.

maybe it’s just the world being cruel once again, just as it always has been with him. it’s cruel, downright evil, really, that something about you makes him forget so easily who he is, who he’s supposed to be. love has always written itself as betrayal—but you make it seem so promising, luring out the softest parts of him, the naive ones that hope and hope…just to crumble in the end, like always.

but then you wash his hair, lathering shampoo into your hands and working through his hair softly, slowly, delicately like he’s fragile.

“admit it. you just like it when i wash your hair, huh?” and you’re still teasing, still using that slightly amused tone when you speak to him. he should be insulted, he thinks, but there’s a smile on his face.

for a moment, he notes that he’s lucky his back is facing you and the smile stretched across his lips is hidden—otherwise you’d have the satisfaction of knowing you’re right. because he does love when you wash his hair, he loves the closeness and the safety and the feeling of being wanted. of being cherished. of being something to someone without having to earn it first.

but he can’t bring himself to admit it, so instead, he scoffs, leaning more weight onto you as he quirks a brow.

“well, why wash it myself if you’re around?”

it’s his way of giving himself the upper hand—his way of convincing himself that love is not the reason why he so desperately chases the tenderness of your fingers against his scalp. no, instead, he convinces himself that mortals such as you were made to serve him like this. to treat him like he’s holy and divine, like he’s the god you’re meant to worship as you kiss his shoulder with a giggle.

“that’s true,” you hum, “why would you do it when i can take care of you?”

but you’re different—and it scares him a little. you don’t worship him like he’s a deity, like he’s all mighty and the answer to your prayers. instead, you simply love him, like it’s a choice, like it’s something you want.

you cover his eyes as you rinse out the suds. love. you cup his cheek and admire him. love. you lean down and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, teasingly grazing over his lips before pulling away. love.

everything about you is completely in love—but to love is to betray, and he knows the inevitable will be soon to come.

so he denies the urge to pull you back in, ignores the almost painful need to feel your lips press against his, turns away every part of him that screams to let i love you spill from his lips.

because every time he loves, every time he so graciously gives every piece of himself—like the heart he doesn’t have, even offering the parts that don’t exist and giving them up anyway—love always tastes like a bitter sip of betrayal.

i love you, he wants to say. but he knows as soon as the words slip, so will you from his fingers. just like the last time—just like the first.

“you don’t need to take care of me,” he grunts, “i’m fine on my own.”

“on your own,” you hum in thought, as if you’re carefully taking in his words. “isn’t that lonely?” you ask softly. by now, your hand has resigned to rubbing slow circles into his chest, pulling him in closer, almost as if proving a point.

i’m right here. you’re not alone.

“no,” he says stubbornly, “i’m above needing—”

“cause sometimes i’m lonely,” you admit, cutting him off. there’s no shame in your voice, not even a trace of hurt or sadness or even hatred. instead, you smile, pressing another kiss to his shoulder, and then the crook of his neck as you murmur, “but i guess not so much when i’m with you.”

“me?”

“yeah,” you nod, resting your chin on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his, “you. cause i love you, you know?”

and once again, scaramouche realizes he’s in love. he’s been so painfully in love for so long—and he thinks you’ve known it for even longer.

and to love is to betray, he thinks—but you’re still here, still holding him tight in your arms as you smile into his skin. so he finds a little hope, a little relief, as he closes his eyes and listens to your heartbeat against his back.

after a moment, with a tight grip on your thigh and wobbly lips, he quietly whispers, “i think i love you too.”

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My teeth are rotting over how sweet this is ugh. 💜

something for @veenxys <3

"i love you," tomura says under his breath as he watches you sleep. the glow of his tv shines faintly against your figure; face half shown and arm hanging off the foot of the bed, pinky linked with his. he finds himself doing this often during commercial breaks—even though the tv isn't as loud as usual and he's close enough to hear your breathing, he always needs to check that your still there. the hold tightens and he lifts it up, ever so gently to admire it. "i don't tell you it enough..." he pauses, letting your hand down and pulling away from the embrace. a breath leaves him and his eyes are once again glued to the screen, "but i really do."

Falling from a tree

. . .And whether they'd catch you

I'm in need of a bit of a pick me up, so returning to my roots of stupid headcanon lists with a romantic twist-ish... <33 I'll get to important stuff soon but I am just so tired these days. I hope it's okay have a nice day everyone :(( 🌸

Prompt: It appears you have climbed up a tree but aren't sure how to get back down. A scary situation, indeed. Don't worry, though! Your hero has arrived to save you! Just jump, and they'll catch you! ...Maybe.

Genre: Nonsense + sprinkles of fluff

Including: Kaeya, Xiao, Bennett, Tartaglia, Diluc, Arataki Itto, Scaramouche

Warning: You're jumping off a tree, mentions of injury, Scaramouche is not nice

Kaeya takes the opportunity to be a prince. He catches you bridal style and says something corny about how in love with him you must be. He walks away but doesn't put you down. Instead, striking up a conversation about why you were in that tree in the first place.

Xiao probably gives you a heart attack. You're quick to listen when he tells you to jump, knowing Xiao would never let you get hurt. However, instead of just standing like a normal person, he uses his elemental skill, teleporting and dashing with you seconds before you hit the ground. Physically, you are unharmed. So, mission success?

Bennett tries his best. When you jump for him, he catches you. ...Mostly. He isn't steady enough, and your sudden added weight causes him to fall. His head hits the ground, and he's out cold for a few minutes. You end up carrying him home.

Tartaglia is overconfident. "Don't worry, babe!" he repeatedly insists, "I've got this!" You look down at him. His stance is perfect, and his arms are outstretched. You jump, shutting your eyes. "I've got you! I've got you!" he says, and you collide with the earth a yard away.

Diluc is a silent hero. He catches you just fine but isn't sure what to do afterward. He does not hold people very often, and it is the catalyst for some embarrassing thoughts. He sets you down, and you thank him. He contemplates trying his luck but decides against it, instead advising you to always bring a ladder.

Arataki Itto is way too strong. He rips the tree out of the ground He plucks you right out of the air as you fall, tosses you over his shoulder like a ragdoll, and simply keeps walking wherever he was headed before this, leaving you dazed and confused.

Scaramouche promises he'll catch you. You have your reservations, but he implores you to trust him. Finally, you cave to his reassurance, and you jump. Scaramouche immediately turns to go home, and you hurt your leg.

{ 7 }

when he sees you cry.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | roommates trope

the drive back to your shared apartment was a bitter one as you were forced to relive your failures over and over again.

you figured the moment you got accepted into the university of your dreams that you were unstoppable; that each and every one of your goals could be obtained as long as you were willing to put in the hard work.

so when your bad grades and failed exams kept coming up regardless of the times you have spent doing your best to study for the material, you wanted nothing more than to cry. your heart ached, your voice was raw from the shouts of frustration that clawed at your throat, and you were just so tired from it all.

when your apartment complex came to view, you parked haphazardly on your usual corner, the tears blurring your vision in such a siginificant manner you were shocked that you were able to walk up the steps and recognize the door.

your hands were shaky, and the trembling of your fingertips made you miss the lock a few times. when you finally jammed your key into the damn lock and twist it open, you winced at how the loud impact of the door slamming against the brick wall reverberated throughout the apartment.

you hoped you didn't bother your roommate, actually praying that this would be the afternoon he slept in without questioning your teary eyes.

with movements that were nothing short of robotic, you lock your door and stiffly walk to your room. as you passed by eren's bedroom, you let out a string of silent curses when the door opens to reveal his disheveled form. dressed in only a pair of sweatpants, you could see the beauty of his godlike form while he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair. ah, so he was still sleeping, and you were stupid enough to wake him up with your commotion. "the hell are you slamming doors for? can't you see i-"

the biting words seemed to die from his lips the moment his emerald gaze meets with your bloodshot ones, still filled with tears. "'m sorry eren, i promise i'll be quiet."

"wait, who the fuck made you cry?!" you did not want to deal with this, already feeling a pounding headache forming against your temples as you continued your way toward the sanctuary of your bed. when you felt his large hand encircle around your wrist, you immediately ripped yourself away from him. "i said i'm FINE, don't touch me!"

knowing your roommate was a stubborn asshole who refuses to let things go, the moment you entered your room with every intention of slamming the door in his stupidly pretty face, eren stops you, placing his full weight against the door all while glaring down at you as he spits out your name, "i asked you who the fuck made you cry! i'll kick his ass if he does this again, so just tell me already so i don't have to see you like this!"

"and why the hell do you care?! why can't you just-"

you feel his hand on your lips, thumb stroking at them with a gentleness you didn't think the eren yeager was capable of. through your many months of living with him, you found him to be an immensely attractive young man; you thought of him as being devastatingly handsome, even. sometimes, you found it hard to look at eren without feeling your heart clenching at least once.

but in time, you got used to his presence. you hid your growing crush on him, buried it within the deep depths of your heart each time he brought a new girl home and lead him to his bed like it was second nature. while he kept those beautiful women warm at night, you forced yourself to focus on your own goals. you buried your entire heart and soul into achieving your dreams, and each time you fell short, you could never prevent the feeling of helplessness that came with it. which was why you desperately needed to fall apart on your own, without eren's powerful and prying eyes on you.

yet when you tried to pull yourself away from him, he pulls you back with a grunt, not relenting. you continue watching with wide eyes as a ferocity you have never seen before hardens his gaze, "we've been living together for 8 months now, you think i don't notice when you stop singing in the shower, or how you don't dance anymore whenever you're cooking dinner for us? come on angel, tell me who made you cry. who made you lose the light that i..."

he trails off for some reason, appearing frustrated in himself. in a vain attempt to save yourself, you wiped away the snot and tears with the sleeve of your sweater to give him a self deprecating laugh. "it's never over a boy. some guy would never make me cry this fucking hard, but my failures will."

when he finally hears the truth, eren softens his gaze and gently pulls you toward his chest. you struggle a bit, asking him what he was doing, yet he merely ignores you. with your bed in sight, eren falls back on it with you in his arms. "it's okay. i understand what you're going through, more than you'll ever know."

the warmth eren surrounded you with tears down your defenses as you bury your head within his naked chest, allowing yourself to cry in his arms as you cling to him, like a child seeking comfort with her favorite blanket.

"eren, i'm so afraid of failing...so afraid of not being good enough. and i keep, i k-keep falling short and i don't know how to fix it....!"

"sssh, it's okay. you've just been working yourself too hard, baby. you're not a failure at all, you're the most hardest working person i've ever met, angel." eren scratches your scalp then, running his fingers through your hair as he smooths out each strand, making you melt against him as you felt all of the tension disappear with his mere touch alone. "give yourself time to feel better, to do the things you enjoy so that brain of yours can get that serotonin and shit."

eren's oddly considerate words makes you snort as you wipe away the last bit of your tears, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders when you lift yourself off of him-

only to be stopped when his powerful arms wrap themselves around your back, effectively trapping you against his naked chest once more.

you could feel the heat pool against your cheeks, embarrassment flooding your system as you weakly struggled against him, "eren, i feel better now, you can let go."

"no, i refuse to leave my girl alone even when she's done crying."

you felt eren stiffen beneath you, stuttering out excuses, "i-i mean, we're roommates, a-and roommates have each other's b-backs a-and...uhm...!"

your smile widens now, and you were finally able to pull yourself away from eren's grip to look down at him, "oh, i'm your girl now?"

you take your time and admire the blush quickly spreading across eren's cheek as he quickly looks away from you. loving this surprisingly soft side to him, you gently made him face you as you nuzzled his nose with the tip of your own, "what about all the other girls who spent the night here with you?"

"that was before i ever got to know you. they don't come around anymore because i made 'em go away. you're the one i want, angel." you take the time and relish in the way his lips gave you a soft pout, immediately making you lean down to capture them in a sweet kiss as he returned your kiss with a fervor.

with a newfound determination and warmth filling you, you had a feeling you could take on the world, failures and all, so long as eren was by your side.

a.n. - i just wanted to say, i believe in soft and caring, himbo eren supremacy ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

SHARING A BED WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

genre. fluff, boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x gn!reader.

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— xiao

xiao would be absolutely postively freaking the fuck out

he wouldn’t show it, obviously, because the last thing he’d want you to see are the reddening of his cheeks and his stiffer than normal stature

he would grumble a lot but deep deep deep deep x2 down he genuinely was so excited to sleep with you for the first time because it was a new step in your relationship

it takes him like 10 minutes after you fall asleep to lay down and then for like two hours (Absolutely No Exaggeration) he stares at you like a dog on the kitchen floor when you’re making food

it would take a couple times of laying together for him to finally bot get flustered anymore

— kazuha

kazuha would be so sweet and nice!!

he’d ask if it was okay for him to lay with you like twenty times because he was scared to even get near you or make you uncomfy

he’d also offer to put a pillow wall between you both and was literally hanging off the side of the bed despite putting it up

we all know how he is

he’s def the type to talk your fucking head off the the max at night like every time you’re on the verge of finally falling asleep he speaks out snd scares the living hell out of you

the pillow wall didn’t even prevent anything when you woke up the next morning he was attached to your side sleeping peacefully with a little smile on his face like ( ◠‿◠ )

— childe

a whore

100% absolutely planned how laying with you for the first time was gonna go weeks prior to the actual night

he put on cologne, brushed his teeth 5 times, sprayed that mint mouth spray, and put on his fanciest pajamas

he wouldn’t be like xiao or kazuha at all like not even similar in the slightest bit he wouldve jumped beside you the moment he was able to… which is exactly what he did

you didn’t even have time to register what was happening when you felt a gush of air and a head full of orange hair wiz past you and you were being forced to lay your head on his chest

he kept sighing dreamily every 5 minutes and asking “isn’t this just amazing”

despite this though he is very respectful and keeps his space if you want it but if you’re a cuddler he will not let you go unless you are blue in the face so dont even try asking

— zhongli

the gentlest gentleman

he would offer to sleep on the floor and actually wouldn’t take no for an answer because he felt like it was inappropriate to lay with you when you’ve only been dating for a month

but he might’ve underestimated how… hard the floor actually was in comparison to the comfort of his mattress and literally couldn’t sleep at all

so he decided to get up and lay on the couch instead…. but then there u went and called his name

as much as he doesn’t wanna admit he was hoping you’d ask him to lay with you bc the couch was as hard as a rock too… and luckily for him you did

like childe he would absolutely give you your space but if you wanted to hug him or him to cuddle you or anything he wouldn’t say no and would more than happily oblige <333

calling them your husband

✧ genre: childe, diluc, thoma, and kaeya x gn! reader fluff (modern au)

✧ warnings: none

✧ summary: how they react when you playfully call them your husband

✧ note: got my inspiration for this from this tiktok video so yeah HSJXKSKXD. thought it would be kinda cute to write so here we are :"D. i hope you all enjoy ^^

CHILDE

not a lot of things can catch childe off guard. but your little stunt certainly did the trick.

it's a mundane, ordinary occurence for the two of you. he's in the kitchen preparing a midnight snack for both of you while you watch him and engage in occasional conversations.

oddly enough, it's these little, domestic moments that convince you that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, so you pull out your camera to capture it.

childe feels your figure come beside him and he smiles when you take out your phone to film him cooking.

"look at my husband being a master chef," you say, a teasing lilt to your voice as you pan the camera towards the sizzling food.

childe freezes for a moment, clearly taken aback at your bold choice of words. the short silence is soon interupted by the surprised chuckle that bubbles through his chest.

"woah, woah," he laughs, turning off the stove just as you've stopped filming him.

he abandons the food, opting to trap you in between his lean body and the kitchen counter instead.

his arms are on either side of your figure, towering over you before leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

"husband, huh?" he ponders. you can feel the ghost of a smile on his lips that brush against yours as he mutters, "i like the sound of that."

DILUC

does not expect you to call him your husband at all. you've got him completely flustered.

he's just woken up, hair all tousled and a loose house shirt haphazardly thrown onto his figure as he slowly comes to his senses, his feet guiding him to your figure in the kitchen.

he's drowsily wrapping his arms around you, lips connecting tenderly with your cheek as he rasps out a low "good morning, darling."

you chuckle and reply with your own good morning, smiling as he continues to back hug you while you brew some coffee.

once the coffee is done, you pour some in a cup for diluc, pecking his cheek as you hand it to him.

"some coffee for my husband," you say, the word playfully slipping past your lips. that gets diluc's sleep muddled brain to kick start.

his cheeks are flushed a deep scarlet and you only get a peek of it before he shoves his face into your shoulder.

he sets the coffee down onto the kitchen counter so both his arms can fully circle your waist, pulling your back impossibly closer to him as his heart beats rapidly against his chest.

your laughter causes diluc to smile against the little exposed skin of your shoulder and he eventually calms himself down, slightly chuckling along with you.

it's far too embarrassing for him to admit out loud, but he definitely loved how the word "husband" sounded on your lips.

THOMA

slightly flustered but also so giddy and happy at how natural the word seems to roll off your tongue.

he's helping you clean and organize your shared room for the day, hauling boxes up the stairs and dusting some of the higher places you can't reach.

eventually, as the sun begins to set outside the window, you both decide to take a break from all the cleaning and reorganizing you've been doing.

he automatically makes his way over to where you were seated on the floor and leans in to peck your lips softly before pulling you up from the floor so he can wrap his arms around your waist, slowly swaying you side to side in time with the gentle sound of music that filled the silence of the room.

"don't you think we deserve a nice little dance after tending to the room all day, my love?" he questions, a cheeky smile adorning his sunlit features.

"we do indeed, my husband," you reply, mirroring the same smile stretched across thoma's lips.

at your sudden and unexpected use of such an intimate title, his eyes widen and his cheeks dust a light shade of pink that was generously highlighted by the rays of the setting sun.

he sputters out a laugh out of disbelief for a moment before an even wider smile breaks onto his face.

he leans down to give you another sweet kiss to the lips before resting his forehead against your own.

"you know what?" thoma's heart pounds rapidly in his chest. "i wouldn't mind calling you my spouse one day."

KAEYA

rarely do you ever see him so soft and amused at such a thing so you better treasure this moment for the rest of your life.

you two are deciding what type of movie to watch for your date night and you're currently torn between action and some cheesey rom com.

"out of every movie, you choose a romantic comedy for a date night?" he asks, deciding to agree with your pick since, let's face it, he could never say no to you anyways.

one of his arms act as a cushion for your head that's currently leaning onto his shoulder, his cheek laying against your hair.

"quite fitting for a date, don't you think?" you retort lightheartedly, setting down comfortably against his side.

"besides, why wouldn't i want to watch a romantic comedy with my husband?" the moment those words left your mouth, kaeya goes silent.

you assume he doesn't think much of it so you decide not to comment further on it, glancing up at him instead before the movie started.

there you see that kaeya's features had softened once you uttered that specific word, his heart swelling and eyes pooling with an indescribable amount of fondness and affection.

he places a kiss to the top of your head as a small smile makes it's way onto his lips. he sighs in content as his arm comes to cradle your head towards his chest instead of his shoulder.

he pays almost no attention to the movie, his mind replaying back to hoe you called him such an honourable petname. he could definitely get used to you calling him as your husband.

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➶ kageyama tobio x reader

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The last time you saw Kageyama was exactly one week ago. It had been around 11 p.m. and you were cleaning the dishes that you had used to reheat some leftovers. He had turned up to your apartment in an impeccably designed suit, with his hair gelled back in a way that made you look at him for a second too long.

You had to remind yourself that he’s just Kageyama Tobio. A family friend. A childhood friend.

After he left, you had pulled out old photographs of your school graduation to confirm that he’s just the same gawky yet endearing boy that you’ve known your whole life. Had he always been this dreamy? Or was this a recent development? Whatever it is, you silently hope that either his newfound charm or your tiny crush goes away as soon as possible.

The doorbell rings. Clad in a flannel pajama set and eagerly expecting your food delivery, you open the door. The man standing before you is holding food but it’s not the one you ordered.

“Kageyama,” you say, slightly taken aback. “What are you doing here?”

He makes an awkward attempt at a smile before holding out a nondescript paper bag. Standing on your tiptoes, you peer into it and notice the top of a pastry box.

You take the little bag from him and wave him in. Your apartment looks somewhat presentable, although you spot a few items out of place and quickly clear up the area as he stands like a statue near the counter. He looks absurdly out of place, a towering figure that's bending slightly to avoid the overhead kitchen lights.

He clears his throat before saying, “I got you something from the event I went to tonight.”

You hum, a curious lilt at the end.

He pulls out the square box. “It’s tiramisu. You like it, right?”

You laugh. “Yeah. But you don’t need to bring me stuff every time.”

The previous visit had been to drop off a complimentary wine bottle from that night’s event. You notice the half-filled bottle on the countertop and the image of his reddened wine-tipsy face from that night arises. Both of you had spent the night sipping on the expensive wine and chatting, before he left in a cab.

“But you like tiramisu so I thought I’d give it to you,” he frowns.

You raise your hands in surrender at his flawless logic and walk towards the kitchen cabinets. Pulling out a drawer, you find two spoons before shutting it with a swing of your hips.

You hold one out to him. He takes it with a quiet murmur of thanks. You’re suddenly aware of the unfamiliar domesticity of this situation. You don’t make any mention of it. The silence continues as you help yourself to the treat, and you realize that you don’t mind it at all.

After a few bites from both your sides, the box sits empty except for a few brown crumbs. You pick the box up and scoop the remaining crumbs, determined not to waste even a bit of the appetizing dessert.

Outside, the usual sound of traffic has died down. You realize that he’s watching you intently.

“Don’t stare, you weirdo.”

The tips of his ears match the shade of your pajamas. He doesn’t even attempt to defend himself.

You don’t think your heart can take any more of this casual hanging out. Maybe Kageyama just thinks of you as a good friend, and you’re the one who’s overthinking. You really hope that’s the case. Okay, maybe if he thought of you as a really good friend who’s moderately attractive, you’d be fine with that too.

“I should go. I’ve got practice early in the morning.” He shuffles his feet, glancing up at you with an unsure look in his eyes.

You ignore the disappointment building up in your chest and just nod. You barely register the fact that he’s discarded the pastry box and is now slipping on his shoes, until he’s ready by the door.

He waits for a beat. You feel like this is where you should say something.

He surprises you by speaking first.

“I can never figure out what to say. So, uh, thanks for not minding that.”

You let out a flustered chuckle. “That’s okay.”

He unlocks the door and steps outside but you stop him before he gets any further.

“You don’t have to bring anything next time.”

Kageyama shakes his head slowly. “It’s nice to have an excuse to see you.”

Your eyes widen. He can’t possibly know what he’s implicating, can he? He has unintentionally made your heart race numerous times, but this deliberate wording might cause your heart to accelerate at record speed.

“You don’t need an excuse,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

His breath hitches. Before you can realize, he’s leaning towards you before he stops halfway. You tear your gaze away from his steel-blue eyes to look at his lips.

It takes only a second for you to close the gap, with Kageyama’s touch impossibly light against your jaw. The kiss is slow and tentative, characteristic of what you’d expect from him. Gentle touches and soft kisses to your lips cause a warmth to bloom all the way to your fingertips. You pull away to see him gazing down at you, flecks of adoration reflected in his dilated pupils.

You sigh into his neck. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

He sputters out a “Really?” before letting his arms come to rest at your waist.

You hear footsteps coming from the staircase down the hall and quickly detach yourself from his enticingly warm hold. A delivery boy comes into view. He takes one look at Kageyama’s imposing stature and hastily hands over the food to you before scampering away.

You giggle at the bewildered look on Kageyama’s face.

“I’ve kept you here for too long. You need to wake up early, right?”

He nods, lips still parted and glistening under the dim hallway light.

“Oh yeah. Um, goodnight.” He pecks your cheek and begins to walk away from your door.

You try not to laugh at how dazed he seems.

“Do you wanna come by tomorrow?” you pipe up. “If you’re free.”

He turns around while walking, so he’s now doing it backwards. You watch the stunned expression on his face dissipate into a sappy smile.

“Yeah, I’ll come over. And the night after that?”

“If you're free, then sure. And you don’t need an excuse to drop by.” You match the grin on his face.

“And I don’t need excuses,” he repeats with finality.

You can’t stop grinning, even when he’s no longer in sight.

sleepy boys ft. xiao, venti, diluc, thoma, itto

as an adeptus, xiao doesn’t actually need sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from getting exhausted. it makes him a little crabby and even more standoffish than usual, but give him a hot bath, spoon him and even maybe hum something to him and he’ll be out pretty quickly. sometimes, if he’s really relaxed, his eyes get heavy and he might make tiny, cute yawns, lean into you a little heavier than he was already. if you bring it up, he gets super defensive and denies it, but it’s really cute.

venti sleeps a lot—mostly when he’s drunk or bored, and he loves when you join him! if he’s drunk, give him some water to help with the hangover he’s about to have and get him into bed for a night of cuddling and him slurring out ballads about you. if he’s bored, he likes to climb all over you to find a comfortable position before he tries to sleep. if you’re working, he’ll stretch across your hands like a cat—cute but horribly distracting. he likes getting goodnight kisses, even if it’s just a nap—make sure you give him one, otherwise he’ll make a big fuss out of it.

diluc’s sleeping schedule is horrendous. he’s up all day attending to the winery and up all night bartending or haunting the streets of mondstadt. the only time he really gets any sleep is when he’s about to pass out and you make him—he’ll put up a little fight about it because he’s not a child, he can take care of himself, he’s fine, but as soon as you get him in your lap he’s fast asleep and burying his face in you. he’s so warm, radiates it like a furnace. the temperature flares if he’s having a nightmare, and it can be scary the first few times, but just stroke his hair and give him little reassurances and it will even out again. if he’s actually sleepy? give him sleepy cuddles, because he’s so big and warm; it’s a heavenly experience.

thoma is another one that works until he drops. he’s usually so worried about everything around him that he doesn’t notice he’s exhausted until he’s barely able to stand up. he’ll try to weasel his way out of resting, but just ask if he’ll at least cuddle with you, please? he’s been so busy lately… and after a minute, he’s absolutely limp. thoma will scoot towards anything warm when he’s sleeping, and usually that thing is you—even if you start out separate, you’ll wake up with him sprawled all over you.

itto loves loves loves sleeping with you!! he likes being the big spoon because he can wrap his arms around you and squeeze you like a teddy bear (gently, of course), and he likes cuddling in general. it takes forever for him to actually fall asleep, though, because he just gets excited about even being beside you. just give him little kisses and comb his hair, let him talk himself out, and eventually you’ll have a big oni-puppy curled around you and snoring. he’s a very animated sleeper, moves around and talks and sometimes laughs, and it’s usually very endearing if he isn’t kicking or rolling on top of you.

mha characters reacting to us having the same quirk as them

Sure thing! But since you didn't specify the characters you wanted me to talk about, then should I assume you don't mind if I pick them myself? I'll be doing both boys and girls so I hope your favorites are included.

Also, I didn't pick characters with uncommon quirks, for instance Izuku with OFA and Shouto who's the result of years of experimenting (so sorry to put it this way) 😭

Mha characters reacting to you having the same quirk as them

Genre : fluff/ headcanons

Masterlist

Bakugo :

Katsuki was pissed at first.

How could an extra like you have an awesome quirk like his? It didn't sound right.

It was the same reason why he kept an eye out for you, he wanted to know your training methods and all that.

Little by little, he came to realize that you were doing your best. And he wouldn't tell you this, but he even thought that you were better than him at times.

His anger turned into admiration for you, and he even asked if you could workout together. To which you said "yes" because you admired him as well.

Kirishima :

Eijiro couldn't stop gazing at you the moment he saw you using your quirk for the very first time. And it took him a hot minute to finally approach you.

He was a blushing mess and he struggled to tell you how awesome he thought you were.

The moment you heard him say that was the happiest of your life because you thought the same way about him.

You became inseparable ever since and did everything together: workout, homework, having meals...

You just couldn't imagine how your lives would be without the other.

Momo :

Momo was intimidated at first. She thought you were a lot better than her at using your quirk.

The moment you noticed that, you approached her and told her how much you admired her. You didn't want things to be awkward between the two of you. Besides, you truly did believe she was awesome and you hated seeing her lose confidence.

It worked! Her eyes lit up and she gave you the most beautiful smile you've ever seen.

You learned a lot from each other and you became each other's biggest fan.

Ochaco :

The moment she saw you in action was the moment she realized that you were her idol.

You thought it was cute the way she kept following you around and asking you all those questions about your workout routine and what you did to prevent your quirk from interfering with your everyday life.

She became your biggest supporter and you became hers.

You shared everything together and protected each other on missions.

Kaminari :

He couldn't believe his eyes! Was he seeing right?

He came running towards you like a bullet and started asking you all those questions and telling you how amazing he thought you were.

He freaked you out at first because you still had no idea who he was, but seeing his genuine smile and his bright eyes helped you feel at ease right away.

You started talking and laughing together and he suggested that you two should partner up for missions.

You got even closer as time went by and your friendship became something else entirely, something a lot more.

Mirio :

He kept his distance at first because you were so nervous and he didn't want to scare you off.

Though he was watching you from a far to see if you needed any help.

The first time you two were by yourselves happened purely by chance. You were at the gym working out and trying to improve your control over your quirk, when Mirio stepped in for his daily training.

You immediately apologized and prepared to leave when he stopped you and asked if you wanted to workout together since you had the same quirk.

You approved albeit reluctantly. But soon after, you thanked the heavens you did.

He's an amazing hero and an amazing person. He became your rock.

He often tells you that he had his eyes on you since day one, and will continue to watch over you until the day he dies.

Mina :

Mina's reaction was the same as Kaminari's.

She was ecstatic and dubbed you as "hers" since day one.

She thought you were amazing and wanted to learn a lot from you, as did you.

You partnered up on missions, protected each other, and worked amazingly together.

Kendo :

She was amazing to you and treated you well ever since the day she leaned that you two had the same quirk.

She protected you from everything especially Monoma's mean remarks.

She was the person you admired the most and all you wanted was to be more like her.

When you told her that, she smiled and asked you to never change because she loved you the way you are.

Monoma :

He made fun of you at first. Told you that no matter how hard you try, you will never step up to his level.

You tried to keep your distance but he kept following you around.

One day you've had enough and just blew up on his face. He was taken aback and for once couldn't say a word.

You left crying and he stood there shocked.

The next day he apologized and told you that he actually found you amazing and was only joking by his previous remarks.

You were skeptical but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

As turned out, he was saying the truth.

Shinsou :

You were awkward around each other to say the least.

None of you had the guts to approach the other. You were both a bit of a loner and your quirks didn't help you make friends.

It was thanks to Aizawa that you finally became close since he insisted on you training together.

Little by little you became comfortable with one another and became each other's best friend.

As time went by, you realized that all you needed was each other.

Nejire :

She overwhelmed you at first. She was obviously a sweet, affectionate and lovable person, but she kept asking you all these kinds of questions about your quirk, and giving you information on how she deals with hers.

Noticing your discomfort, she apologized instantly and asked if she could start over.

You found her adorable and you became closer soon after.

You exchanged information about your quirk and asked the other for help whenever you needed it.

You were always there for each other.

Amajiki :

This sweetheart refused to even look you in the eye. Having the same quirk as one of the big three is an honor, and you wanted to learn more from him, but everytime you try talking to him he gets all awkward and runs away from you after apologizing.

You gave up eventually and stopped bothering him.

Apparently he regretted blowing you off, because he came to see you one day and suggested training together.

You found it extremely adorable the way he was blushing and struggling with his words.

You happily accepted of course and little by little became a lot closer.

He was like a little puppy following you around everywhere.