Deku Is A [makes His Lock Screen The Color Of Your Eyes / Borrows Your Oversized Hoodies Because They

deku is a [makes his lock screen the color of your eyes / borrows your oversized hoodies because they smell like you / rubs his thumb over the side of yours when he holds your hand] kind of boyfriend and

todoroki is a [walks you home even if it's an hour out of his way / follows you around in sephora to take pictures of everything you pick up / keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet] kind of boyfriend and

bakugo is a [matches outfits and jewelry with you so people know you're dating / drives you to the grocery store and cooks food for you after he stays over / gets mad if you don't text good morning and good night] kind of boyfriend

Dating Deku

Warnings: None

okay listen

i 100% believe this boy writes you love letters okay

like, those long, really love-filled ones

also quick little notes

sticks them everywhere

in your pockets, your books, one time managed to stick it in your phonecase

refuses to tell you how he did it

has like five million pictures of you in his camera roll

he just takes a picture of you whenever he thinks you look cute which is always

this adorable selfie of you asleep while cuddling him is his lockscreen

it's his favorite picture ever all might is still his wallpaper but you can't have everything

also!! if you get him anything ever, he will use it as frequently as he can or keep it where he can always see it

any article of clothing, he will wear as often as possible, any accessory, he wears with every outfit

anytime he sees anything you've given him ever, his heart just swells

he likes when you kiss his scars

sometimes he gets insecure about them, so every time you kiss them, he feels more comfortable and reassured

he also likes when you kiss or trace his freckles

it makes him feel extra loved

really likes kissing your hands

he'll just take your hands in his and press kisses on the backs, your knuckles, your fingertips, and ending at your palms

he always lingers a good couple seconds each palm

likes to have a shirt of yours to sleep with

not even in, he just kinda hugs it to his chest

tends to bury his face in it too

it doesn't need to be anything special, it just needs to smells like you

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3 years ago

Sleeping with the Villains

Request: My request idea that popped in my head was I haven’t seen a story of shigaraki’s or dabi’s impression of them sleeping nude/naked with their S/O. I was wondering what their thoughts would be? I wouldn’t mind it if it was both sfw and nsfw:)🤸‍♀️

It can either be headcanoan or a fic. you can choose which one suits best for you to compose. 💕 💕 💕

Word Count: 1.5K each

A/N: I went for a more sfw vibe(‾◡◝)

Dabi:

His skin is rough, calloused and burned, and even if he is clean, the scent of ash overtakes that of milk and honey. Dabi is scarred, his body in deep purple patches that are pieced together with staples and on a good day, he can ignore the the pain, can push past it and focus on how soft your hand is compared to his, he can focus on you, rather than the way that that his clothes catches over his skin and pulls on the grooves and the burns. On the harder days, he has to push himself out of bed before you can wake. He has to bite down on the pain that screams for him to collapse, and he’ll swallow pain medication and drink the pain away before you can wake. He is a man ready to explode at any given minute, and he will refuse to do that in front of you.

He wears a loose fitting shirt and sweats that makes it unbearably hot and when he walks into the bedroom that he shares with you, you’re undressed. He grins at you and even if his skin does ache, he can’t deny you, and he can’t deny himself. If you want him now, he’ll give himself to you in a painful and horrible way to keep you by his side.

“I didn’t realize we were going to fuck tonight,” he says, a thin smile on his lips as he sits beside you on the bed. “You should have told me, I would've dolled myself up.” He teases, but he’s serious. He wants to be made pretty for you, to have you look at him and ignore the scars that decorate his face and his body. When you roll your eyes and shake your head, your hand curved over his untarnished skin, he deflates.

“It’s not that,” you tell him with a laugh. You mov to sit fully on the bed, your legs crossed and he’s unable to keep his eyes off of you.

He raises his brows, and his eyes are focused on the swell of your stomach, soft and full, and he hates that he wants to touch you. To simply let his body drape over you and keep you under him. “It’s not?” He asks, his throat already beginning to close and when he catches your eyes, he flashes a smile- awkward and tense. “Then what is it?”

Your hand moves slowly away from him, and even though he is warm, the fire inside of him unending and all consuming, he is cold without you. He watches as your hand falls to cup over your calves. “I just want to sleep naked with you.” He must have given you a bewildered look because when you laugh, you go to hold his hands. “You heard me,” you lilt, something so sweet on your tongue that it makes him ache.

“Why?” He’s done it before with you. Sticky skin against sticky skin, your chest rising and falling, his body shaking in the afterglow of sex as you kiss his chest. But it was always that, always after sex when you both slept naked together. Why now? Why without clothing? And even when he’s dressed, he feels so bare.

“Dabi,” you call his name and it’s like sin that slips past your lips. Your hand rises slowly to cup the side of his face and he hates how you can read him like an open book. He hates how vulnerable he’s become when he’s around you. “I just want to sleep with you. Nothing more and nothing less, honey.”

Honey. What a sweet thing to call him. A nickname that is given and told with love and admiration, and he knows who he is. Thirty people is how many he’s killed. His skin is purple and falling apart on him. He is ash and smoke, and at any second, he will fall apart. No matter where you touch, he is scarred; your touch is something so delicate and painful against his neck that he leans into it, desperate for the pain, but desperate for the touch that you are so willing to give him.

“Me too?” He asks, his clothing pulling taut against his scars and when you nod, a soft, inaudible plea on your lips, he can’t deny you. He can’t rid himself of his clothes quick enough, and yet, he takes them off softly as if he were taking off a bandaid.

Your hands replace his and when you lean over him, your chest is in his face and if it were any other time, if he were less broken than he is now, he’s sure he would have joked and teased. He’s sure that he would have used sex to distract you from seeing him. You’ve seen him before and yet, it is never enough. It’s never his skin, it’s never him, it’s a ghost of who he should be- coy and charming. Yet, here he is, having you helping him remove his clothing because if he were to do it, he'd never be bare in front of you. He’d rather burn once more than to ever have you truly see how he appears.

He is a man of many faults and when you kiss his lips, his scarred and rough bottom lip pressed against yours, he pushes you down to the bed and hovers above you. Your hands hold him tenderly, keeping him together, and you smile at him. There are tears in your eyes and he wonders if he’d match you in another lifetime. The fear. The adoration. The way that despite being above you, he’s unable to breathe properly. He can’t stand it. It’s all so horrific in a way he never thought could be real. He lays on the bed, his body vulnerable to you and your ridicule and when he looks at you, he gives you sad eyes, expecting for your face to twist once you realize who you’ve allowed to touch you.

The air is cold, and his staples are warm, and he is bare. Fear has taken over, and it’s chosen to stay, to his his eyes follow as you look at him, and when you raise your hand, letting it hover over his scarred skin, he can feel it and it’s excruciatingly painful and something that he has craved for far too long.

“Honey,” you call him, your hand curving over the crown of his head and running past his hair. You say it so dolefully that he has to shake his head and even then, your smile is one that lacks it’s usual shine.

“It’s nothing,” your name is a whisper against his lips and it’s a sin for him to say something like that. “Just-” he pauses, he doesn’t want you to stop touching him, but he also doesn’t want you to look at him. He swallows and wraps his hand around your wrist. “Do you mind just laying beside me?”

It’s pitiful. Pathetic and everything bad that he’s ever been told. He can’t stand you looking at him when he can’t feel. When he isn’t supposed to feel a thing. And yet, your lips press against his and he can taste the mint on your tongue, and he lets out a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly as you rest carefully beside him.

“Dabi,” you call him and it sends a shiver down his spine when the thin blanket is placed over the both of you. He hums in response, unable to trust his voice at the very moment. “For what it’s worth,” your breath is cool against his shoulder, “I think you’re beautiful.” He can’t help the ugly and snarky laugh that slips past his throat in some cruel joke. You ignore the mean sound and continue, your hand soft on his body. “I wouldn’t dream of ever leaving you. I think I’m too attached to ever believe that I could find someone else. You’re the best that I’ll ever come across, and I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’ll never grow tired of you.”

When you’re asleep, your name having left his lips in a mantra, he lets out a shaky breath. His face burns and he’s glad that he can’t cry. He’s glad he rid himself of that emotion. He’d never forgive himself if he cried because of you. He’d never forgive himself for being so attached to you. He holds you close and the ceiling is blurry. You’re warm in the ways that remind him of something once lost and found. You are something that he will never forget and will never forgive himself for invading your life. Sleeping bare with you was much more than nude, it was vulnerability to let you touch him and see him as him. He turns his head and kisses your forehead. “I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’m sorry.” His voice is weak and he can’t breathe, but he’s by your side and when he wakes up, he wants you to still be there.

Shigaraki Tomura:

His reflection is whole- the mirror before him clean and free of anything that would distort him. With an exposed chest, his shirt is on the sink counter, and he stands in front of the mirror shirtless, observing his body as if he had never seen it before. Tomura raises a careful hand, letting it ghost over his stomach where scars of all shapes and sizes are etched upon his body. The scars are soft, stretched skin that feels almost false under his own, the edges ragged and tickling against the tips of his fingers. He’s never had the luxury of taking a moment to stop and watch his own body, to trace over the imperfections and feel them. It’s so foreign that it makes his anxious, worry bubbling in his stomach that when you call his name, he pulls his hand away from himself, taking a step away from the mirror, recoiling as if his reflection would reach out and trap him there.

He’s never been one to be ashamed of himself, to let the words of others affect him. Time and time again, he’s been told of how awful he looks, reminded of how he’d look better if just a few things were changed about him, and in the end, he’s never cared about any of those comments. He never put his worth on his physical appearance, and that was fine for him. Still, when he sees himself he can find his own flaws, the remarks that people make, and when he sees you, he can’t find any of those. The shirt is grabbed, held tightly in his hands that he has to lift a finger, because old habits die hard.

The door closes behind him and he sees you sitting on the bed, the blanket pulled up towards the chest, gripped in your fists as you hold it close, giving him a tentative smile. Your shoulders are bare, your collarbones exposed, and with his own torso exposed, he clears his head and turns towards the door, almost hoping for an interruption but so scared that someone other than you would see him like this- scars and all.

“You’re not wearing anything,” he presumes, turning back to you, a soft shade of pink blooming on his chest and slowly creeping upwards. “I uh-” he clears his throat even if there is nothing there- “should I do the same?”

You laugh and it’s so sweet, so light and airy, that it reminds him of the first time he shared cotton candy with you. It’s a memory that he pushes away when you drop the blanket and even if he’s seen you in much more passionate ways, he still averts his eyes.

“Only if you want,” you tell him and it makes something inside of him switch, to follow the implication of a command and shed his clothing.

His shirt falls into a puddle of fabric and he steps over it, his steps quick as he goes to the bed that he shares with you. The edge of the bed presses against his thighs and he can’t seem to rid himself of his sweats quick enough, sliding them off until they pool around his ankles. He’s breathless, looking down at himself, his hands hooked over the waistband of his briefs and when he blinks, your hands are over his.

“Usually sex is a lot more fun than this,” he jokes, lifting his head and giving you a ghost of smile that quickly disappears.

“It is,” your voice airy. “But-” your knuckles are now pressed his hips and you lower them slightly, your hands cool against his warm skin- “it’s not about sex tonight.” His boxers join the pool of fabric that is around his ankles and he quickly removes his socks, climbing into bed as you back away to make space for him.

“No?” He whispers, leaning towards you, his hands on either side of your thighs as you sit on your legs. “What a shame,” he says, leaning his head onto your chest, his ear pressed against your beating heart. Your hands curve over the top of his head and he pushes himself further into you when you click your tongue.

It’s quiet for a moment and he can’t bring himself to ruin the silence, to move away from you, even if his arms are starting to tire from holding himself up. Your hand is over him, parting through his silver hair and his ears burn with every touch.

“Tomura?” He hums in response, pushing himself further into you. He doesn’t want for the moment to be ruined. He wants to stay here, uncomfortable and sore, and safe and held. He wants to be in your arms. “How about we lie down, okay?” Your hand leaves the crown of his head and when you pull away, he’s left chasing after you, trying to follow your warmth and reclaim it.

The blanket is pulled, held open for you and him, and in it, is warmth. In it, is you that looks at him so tenderly, the corners of your eyes crinkled and the little fat in your cheeks pushing upwards as you smile at him. He’s clumsy and quick, and he doesn’t care if he seems desperate to get under the covers with you, but it’s all that he wants. He just wants to be beside you.

His hand aches, and his arms are sore, and he’s beside you, his face against your chest as he holds you close to him. It truly is just lying beside you, it’s nothing more, simply being bare in front of you with the distraction of sex to occupy you or him, and it’s horrific. Your hand starts from his neck, past scars trembling under your touch that leads him to hold his breath, taking in one last breath that fills his lungs with the sweet aroma of your body wash and cream. Your hand lowers, tracing over the scars that are wrapped around his arms, coiled and pressed and whispers your name. It stops you for a moment, but when he says nothing else, devoid of breath, his lungs burning and throat tight, your hand continues to press and massage over the scars, each gentle nudge bringing forward the reminder of who he is and when his hands clamps around your arms, free of the mangled scars that are his, he lets out a mix of a whine and cry. He doesn’t know what it is that you are doing, but it hurts and he’s so desperate for the comfort that he fails to register as your hand glides down and flutters over his side, where a scar is large against him, wrapping around his side and fading once it reaches towards his stomach. It’s an odd sensation, different from his. Yours feels as if it really is a ghost that is pressing against him, something so light and foreign that it’s as if you had never touched him before.

“Does it ever hurt?” You ask, and he can feel the press of your thigh against his.

“Yes,” he breathes, unable to lie to you. What is it about you that ruins him, that makes him so weak and willing to tell you whatever it is that you want to hear. He’d bow before you, plead at the mercy of you for just a simple smile.

“Am I hurting you?” You ask and when you press down, the small shift of weight making his gasp out, he hisses out his answer.

“Yes,” he confesses. Your hand starts to lift away from him and he holds it down, his own scarred hand holds yours. “Please, don’t stop,” he asks of you and when he pulls away his eyes burn and yours look so sad and he can’t have that. He can’t have you look at him, and he can’t bear to see you so sad.

Tomura presses his lips against yours, the kiss wet and shaky and it’s more of him needing you than it is of him just wanting to kiss you. He pulls you close, his nails dragging against your soft skin and there’s this aching part of him that doesn’t want to let up for breath, he’d be happy to die there with you, his lips on yours, and yours on his. His heart echoes in his ears and beats against his ribcage like a bird with too big of wings trapped in a cage. Your hands curve around his neck, and it’s different. It isn’t a gnawing sense of pain and itch, it’s not muddled clarity that makes his stomach twist; it is simply you and your touch that keeps him grounded. He’s gasping and when he finally pulls away, gasping for breath and looking at you through half lidded eyes, he sees you smiling back at him, your chest rising and dipping and he is still with you.

“I’m still here,” you say as if you could have heard his worries. Your hand cups his chest and moves to tangle into his hair. “Whatever you want of me, I’ll give it to you.” It’s something that he will hold you to and when you press your lips against his in a fleeting kiss, he’s left wanting more.

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3 years ago

Kisses in the Morning

Kamisato Ayato x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Ayato wants to kiss reader but they do it before him

What's in the web: Fluff, established relationship

A/n: I'm starting my Ayato grind. Reblogs are appreciated!

The brightness of the sun peeked through the slits of the curtain, painting the walls in a warm color. Shifting inside the blankets, Ayato begrudgingly opened his eyes, unprepared for the day. It pained him to wake up every day. Yet, that is how he had to live his life. That is when he looked over to you.

The blanket adorned your figure perfectly as you shifted ever so slightly, a light blush on your cheeks and a peaceful look on your face.

To be honest, he wanted to stay like this, asleep and forever with you. Slight tightness in his chest as he felt scared if he ever lost you. The thought of you leaving killed him. All those good memories he had with you, all those bumps in your relationship, and all those stressful times with you. It all left a smile on his face and a giddy feeling in his chest.

He was in love with you. As he lay there in silence, a thought poked at his brain. What if he woke you up with a kiss?

He smirked, picturing the embarrassed face you'll make for him. He's always adored the blushing mess you were after his teasing, yet he couldn't do it. Even after leaning into you -leaving centimeters of space- he grew embarrassed.

He wasn't one to do such cliche and overly-romantic things so, of course, this would embarrass him. At least, this is what he thinks is cliche. He leans in once more, only to hesitate. A million thoughts ran through his head. What if you woke up and saw him? What if you rejected the kiss? What if you didn't wake up?

Suddenly, watching as your eyes opened and stared at him. A sigh left your lips, almost a disappointed one.

"Well, if you won't do it, I will."

Soft lips captured him as you leaned into him. A light blush was present on his face as you pulled away from him. His face filled with shock as you got up from the futon.

"I'll go help Thoma with breakfast; prepare yourself as you have a meeting in an hour." You started as you walked out of your shared room, leaving the man in a shocked yet drunken state. He sat up and stared at the door as a small smile grew onto his lips.

"You're too much, (Y/n)."

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3 years ago

overwork

gojo satoru x reader

summary: just gojo taking care and being proud of you when you have been overworking yourself

a/n: this was something I needed for myself because rip my schedules and stuff, hope you guys enjoy it too

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killing curses required stamina, energy, power… and health. neither of those were in your possession right now. you were tired, exhausted if you could exaggerate. your body was dragging you home and your limbs felt numb. your clothes were soaked because of the rain water and dirt was all over you from fighting curses in the forest.

you walked inside your shared apartment with gojo. he was already waiting for you inside with the typical boyish smile on his face. you really wanted to return the smile, but you didn’t even have the power to give him a small gesture of love so he stood smiling at your tired face.

losing your balance, you tried to hold yourself up by leaning on the wall. without hesitation gojo came running to you. “you overdid it again”, he whispered as he held you under your shoulder.

you felt your body being lifted and assumed gojo had picked you up. he brought you to your bedroom, making sure you didn’t have to put effort into any of that.

you were grateful for him. if he wasn’t there for you you wouldn’t really know what you’d do on days like these.

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2 years ago

I WANT THIS LIIIIFEEEEE

HEADCANONS + VARIOUS || daydreaming reader au

note: I got an ask about what would the second years of Jujutsu Tech do if their fellow classmates, and soon I was flooded by all the prompts to the point where I get inspired to do this lmao. honestly, this is just a self indulgent hcs for me cx i hope you enjoy tho! you can find all of my asks under the #daydreaming!reader and see all the original prompts and the original ask too!

also this is so long wtf lol - i went insane

original commenter: @currentlydaydreamingsworld

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist | buy me a coffee?

HEADCANONS + VARIOUS || Daydreaming Reader Au

the youngest heir to her clan, she is considered to be the baby of the family - so she was treated like one. yet she possesses so much potential that it was a given that she was going to become a sorcerer

that being said though, she is just naturally the way she is - always having her head in the clouds, oblivious to the people and things around her as she thinks about things through her window of understanding. people have learnt that the hard way

“hey Y/N, what’s your favourite colour?”

“Oh, I love bubbles too!”

yes she’s a bimbo - but a very powerful bimbo with superhuman strength and agility; but still a bimbo nonetheless

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3 years ago

Ramadan Mubarak

< Pairs > Kaeya; Tohma; Diluc; Itto; Zhongli; Childe; Albedo; Scaramouche

< Summary > Muslim!Genshin Men and how they are during Ramadan

< Warnings > Lot's of spelling errors; Mentions of alcohol; Food; Religious themes (not super strong ones)

< Type > Fluff/humour

< Notes > Ramadan Mubarak :D This isnt really an 'x reader' but a few of them include you/reader. I wrote this for fun, so please be respectful

Tohma

- Makes the best food for Suhoor and iftar

- He checks up on everywhere during Ramadan, making sure they aren’t overworking themselves

- Since he doesn’t have to cook all that much during the day, he spends his time cleaning the estate or playing with the dogs. But sometimes, he takes up the cuddling offer with you

- He reads the Quran at night every day of the month, he has a slight accent whenever he speaks Arabic :D

Kaeya Alberich

- He stays up for suhoor, and will most likely pull an all-nighter most days

- The amount of alarms he has for suhoor is....scary

- Goes to the mosque barefoot because he lost all his shoes :skull:

- He would look so pretty in a black kurta- tell me otherwise

Diluc Ragnvindr

- he takes some time off work from the bar (staying halal, brother)

- Date man, he has three boxes filled with nothing but dates

- He gets a bit bored during the lectures, but he can still recite them word by word

Tartaglia

- when I tell you, he becomes a full on male wife during this month. He starts to cook for Suhoor right after iftar

- Stops fighting for the month, he works out instead, just not as much

- The way he recites surahs?!??

- “Mashallah comrade” is something you will hear every day

- He will drink zamzam water religiously (no pun intended)

Albedo

- pretty simple. He knows exactly what to eat for suhoor (usually goes for bananas or oranges)

- He makes snacks for Klee on days when she isn’t fasting

- His surah pronunciation is perfect each and every time (he has the soft tone with that perfect accent)

- Okay- he knows all the history behind Islam, tell me otherwise

Arataki Itto

- he competes with little kids on who knows more surahs

- Forgets he’s fasting often-

- The type to randomly laugh while praying

- Gorou or Sara have to remind him that he can’t beatbox

Zhongli

- leads the prayer

- His alarm for prayers is just his voice, he forgot how to set alarms

- Has the entire Quran memorized

- Another date and walnut man

Scaramouche

- He tries so hard not to swear, it’s so funny to see him struggle

- Often tricks Childe into accidentally breaking his fast

- He doesn’t wake up the harbingers during suhoor, let’s them sleep past sunrise

- He wears bangles a lot and steals all the sweets for himself

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@noctua-koi @raincxtter @serenenation @dawndelion-winery @ii-callie @purmpkle-heart @manager-of-the-pudding-bank @reminiscenttwilight @coralsparklingtea @stunningstratagem @yuzuricebun @ray-lol @yuezhong

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3 years ago

JUST KISS ALREADY

childe × gn!reader, fluff, drabbles, no warnings, childe is a bit of an idiot ( but a lovable one )

“hey, hey, y/n!” someone you instantly recognize as childe calls. you turn, and he's panting slightly, flushed but a blazing smile on his face. he's being followed by some off his friends, they try to be discreet but you already recognize the striking purple of scaramouche and some others.

“what's up?” you ask, amused.

he smirks coyly. “you know the next week's term break?”

you nod, a growing grin on your face though you're rather unsure on what he's up to now.

“so,” he declares with an air of feigned importance. then he freezes. “ah shit, what was the next line?”

you snort, and he blinks, a flush blooming on his cheeks and ears. “wait, it was... i, wait no-”

you cross your arms, glaring at him with an impatient raised eyebrow. this caused him to panic even further, and his speech was reduced to incoherent stuttering. the more he stumbled the more he panicked, and the more he panicked the more he blabbered and now he resembled a ginger tomato.

taking pity on him, you dropped the glare and adopted a more playful demeanor. “well?” you snark, “you're using a whole lotta words to say a whole lotta nothing.”

he turns bright red instantly, shutting up.

“oi! screw the script!” scaramouche yells all the way from the wall he was hiding behind to stalk the both of you, “hurry up and kiss already! it's burning over here.”

you both look at each other, and he shrugs, quirking a lopsided grin.

“okay, why not?”

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3 years ago

let me show you love // t. shouto

A reddening nose and puffy eyes are not a pretty sight to see, so you decided to just isolate yourself from the rest of the class until you get better.

Too bad you didn't count Todoroki's stubbornness as a factor.

ao3 link here

Today was not a good day for you.

A groan was threatening to come out of your throat the first time you tried getting out of bed. Your body felt a bit heavier when you tried to move out of bed this morning but ignored the feeling altogether, thinking that it’s probably because she has just woken up. The thud that followed dismissed your thoughts, making a hiss slip past your lips at the sudden throb in your bum. You weren’t stupid, you know you’re sick. The symptoms are way too obvious to just ignore.

You pressed your head against the wall, trying your best not to stumble on your way to the bathroom. You were a tad bit thankful that most of the people in your floor aren’t early birds or else they would’ve seen you in this state. Contemplating on going to class today or not, you racked your head for the pros and cons of just dropping it all today to take a rest, trying to be rational for once.

I would miss all the activities they’ll do today, but Mr. Aizawa would probably let me off since I’m sick. Your inside voice tried to reason with you. Nah, I’ll probably be oka—

The argument suddenly went all out of the window when you saw your face in the mirror. Your skin was looking like it was drained in comparison to your usual tone, eyelids swollen. Your lips are flaking so bad and there were bigger eyebags under your eyes than usual. You looked exactly like how you feel: dead. There’s no way that I’m going looking like this. I’ll definitely make someone cry. You thought as you made an expression and rubbed your face with your hands, groaning. Deciding to just stay back at the dorms, you did your thing in the bathroom and got out.

Pursing your chapped lips while trying not to peel some off, you swiftly made your way back to your room and started to block all means of light inside. You closed the curtain shut and tuned off the lightbulbs because they were hurting your eyes. You also turned off the air conditioner, not wanting to feel cold anymore. Crawling back to your bed for comfort, you quickly sent a message to your homeroom teacher informing him of your absence in class. Drowsiness almost immediately seeps through you after doing so, making you pass out on both exhaustion and lethargy.

Confusion made its way into Todoroki’s face as he stared at the empty seat beside Midoriya, an empty space instead of you welcoming his line of vision.

An early bird, that’s what you are. You were never a tardy student. In fact, you study too much, in his opinion. You would usually try to finish all the homework in the same day they were given, no matter how complicated it might be. The sight of you sleeping with an open laptop and a cup of coffee beside you wasn’t even an unusual sight to him anymore. There was even one time where he needed to drag you to bed because you were trying to finish a project in one night, two months before its given deadline.

That’s why it came as a surprise to him for you not to be attending class. Worry started to grow in the peppermint-haired boy’s thoughts as he sat in his designated seat, orbs concentrated on the door as he waits for you to bust through it.

His inner turmoil was abruptly stopped with the presence of Mr. Aizawa, the teacher looking worn out as he usually does. The scruffy-looking hero didn’t even spare a glance on the empty seat in front of him and started to talk about the objectives for the day. Todoroki couldn’t even give him his attention even if he tried, too bothered that you still haven’t arrived for morning classes.

The uneasiness didn’t dissipate at lunchtime. His eyes roamed almost frantically around the cafeteria; his brows furrowed. Did you really just skip school? His head was creating theories while clutched the tray in his hands tighter. Or maybe you were hurt? Oh no, what if something bad happened to you and he wasn’t there to—

“…Todoroki-kun!” Uraraka’s voice snapped him out of his stupor. “Are you okay? You’ve been spacing out all day.” He whipped his head towards her direction. Midoriya and Iida were also looking to his direction, concern showing in their faces as both of their brows were furrowed.

Todoroki waved his hand in their direction, trying to dismiss the question and console the trio. “It was nothing, don’t worry.” He muttered while picking up his chopsticks, before pausing. “I was just thinking of where (y/n) is.”

His answer seems to make something click on the three’s heads, finally understanding why the man was so out of it today. He was your significant other, after all. Midoriya speaks up first, his mouth half-full. “Didn’t you go with her to the convenience store yesterday to buy something? She didn’t tell you anything about going somewhere?” Todoroki was about to consider that answer when Iida disagreed with the green-haired boy.

“UA prohibits going somewhere to visit without either a teacher’s permission or a teacher themselves with the students.” Hand-chopping the air, Iida continues to give a in-detail explanation to the group. “It was implemented by the school to ensure that no student of UA will be in danger, considering the previous events that has happened to us. I don’t this (y/n) would be the type to not know the rule or even try to disobey it!”

Iida was right, too. Just like the boy with glasses, you were also a sucker for school rules, always wanting to follow them all, albeit not as loud and pushy as Iida usually is. Crossing out the possibility that you visited your parents for something urgent, his thoughts were about to worry about you being hurt by someone else when Uraraka joined in the conversation. “What if she’s sick? She told us before that she catches cold easily, right?”

Todoroki halted his thoughts for a second, thinking about the suggestion and as if on cue, his eyes widened for a bit. Why didn’t I think of that? He internally facepalmed himself.

Come to think of it, the two of you did get caught in the rain yesterday. He even told you to take a warm shower immediately when you both arrived at the dorms.

“Let’s run.”

“No.”

“Oh, come on! It’s only thirty minutes before lights out and I still want to eat the noodles.” One of your arms intertwined with his as you tried to coax him into running with you into the pouring rain, the other one shaking the plastic bag containing the said noodles.

You were both craving udon so you went out (read: You convinced him to go with you.) to buy instant ones, not knowing that a downpour was going to be happening. Now, the both of you are in front of the store, waiting for it to calm down. But it doesn’t look like it’ll happen soon. Todoroki runs his fingertips through his hair, a sigh puffing out of his lips

“On the count of three.” He muttered, loud enough for you to hear. You held onto the plastic bag tightly on one hand and his in the other, making him feel all warm inside. Contented with the set-up, you started to count down.

“One…” Shouto knew that the both of you will still be drenched, no matter how fast the you two of you run. That doesn’t mean he’ll stop you, though.

“Two…” He glances at you for a second. Your eyes were shining in glee, excitement swirling around those gorgeous orbs that he never ceased to fall in love with. Maybe, just maybe, running in the rain would be worth it if you looked that happy.

“Three.” Oh, well. He did try declining by saying “no” once. At least he can say that he tried.

“Go!” Pulling your boyfriend’s hand forward, the two of you started running at the signal, footsteps creating splashes. Your hair was getting wetter every second that passes, your clothes following suit but Todoroki’s eyes were still focused on you. A grin was plastered into your lips, amidst the mess you’re in right now.

It amazed him, like everything that you do. Your tendency of enjoying the smallest things in life is something that he had always have trouble understanding, as he grew up in an environment that prioritized the finer things in life. You looked at moments as if they’re all equal and always react with sheer excitement. Whether it’s receiving a new pen with a small Mirko keychain hanging from it to seeing pro heroes doing their job, your eye were always shining with excitement and delight, never ceasing to impress him.

He hopes that the gleam in your eyes never cease to exist because you look gorgeous--enchanting even-- with it.

The both of you ended up getting back to the dorms in 10 minutes, panting and soaked to the bone. Todoroki grabbed the plastic bag from your grasp and insisted that you should go take a shower so you wouldn’t get sick. You placed a kiss on his cheek and mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ before making your way to your room, probably to get a towel.

After listening to Iida’s lecture about bringing umbrellas and running while raining, your boyfriend said his half-hearted apologies ang headed towards his room to dry himself and change clothing. It didn’t take him long so he went into the dorm kitchen with the bag of instant udon with him and started to cook it so that all you had to do is eat when you get out of the shower.

The day was a blur after that realization.

Todoroki was basically just zooming in doing all the school activities, even the assignments, so that he wouldn’t have to do them at the dorms and spend more time with his possibly-sick girlfriend. He thought it was ironic that he was being like this, especially when he was usually the one telling you to not drown yourself in a pile of activities.

The man sprinted out of the classroom huffing the moment that they got dismissed while waving to Midoriya, signaling his green-haired friend that he’s going ahead. The usual 10-minute walk back to the dorms was cut short to a 3-minute run, his careless running even making him trip by the dorm entrance. He paid it no mind and took off his shoes. Looking around when he got in, he could probably hear a pin drop if he dropped one. The common room doesn’t have any signs of a certain (e/c)-eyed person lounging around and he couldn’t hear any noises from the kitchen so Shouto concluded that you were probably in your dorm room.

The two of you had different floors so he used the stairs to get to yours. Hastily walking up to your room, his steps slowly got quieter as he approached your room, as if he’s afraid that he'll disturb you just in case you're sleeping. His knuckles made contact with wood as he knocked softly at your door. No response. He made another attempt, a bit louder this time just in case you just didn’t hear it the first time. When the silence surrounded him once again, Todoroki muttered a “I’m coming in.” and turned your doorknob, inviting himself inside your room.

Holy shit, he should’ve prepared himself because his eyes definitely weren’t.

It was way too dark inside; his eyes needed some time to adjust at the sudden loss of brightness. The only source of light available was the part of the window that the curtain, which did almost nothing to brighten up the space. The air conditioner was not whirring like usual, making the room feel closed off. His hands roamed around the wall as he searched for the light switch, a sigh slipping through his lips when a quick click echoed through the walls. He was about to roam his eyes around more when a pained groan came from the corner of the room. Shouto squinted his eyes as he looked in your bed. The moving of the stacked blankets alerted him that you were there, sleeping.

Tiptoeing closer to the bedside, Todoroki saw you furrow your eyebrows before burrowing your face on your pillow, probably because of his sudden opening of the lights.

“Babe.” Todoroki said, his hands gently scratching your scalp to at least comfort you a little. He didn’t miss the heat radiating from you, confirming the suspicions that you are sick. “Babe, wake up for a bit.”

His hushed voice woke you up from your slumber, much to your distaste because throbbing pain started growing into your skull. Opening your eyes, the sight of Todoroki looking at you worriedly made your heart pick up the pace. “You’re so pretty.” You absentmindedly mumbled your thoughts out the moment you opened your eyes, your voice cracking when you said the last syllable.

Chuckling at your comment, his fingers made its way to your cheeks as he tried to grasp how hot your skin is before he asked a question. “Have you eaten anything yet?” A grumble left your throat, your once soft and energetic tone gone raspy because of coughing too much. Todoroki sighed in discontentment and stood up to get you something to eat.

You tried to voice out that you’re okay and you don’t feel hungry but nothing came out, making you ‘tsk’ in annoyance. Making him take care of you is something you don’t want him to do right now. Running in the rain was your idea, after all. He did try to stop you but you just dismissed him. It was a relief to see that he was okay, but getting him sick because he stuck around while you are was just taking away his time to train and study. Plus, you probably look disgusting right now, with you skin feeling icky. You forced yourself to sit up so you can immediately take the food from your boyfriend and shoo him away.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Todoroki was contemplating whether he should give you the instant porridge or if he should cook you one. After a few minutes and some inner debates with himself, he decided to just give you the instant one, remembering how Bakugo reacted to the chives he chopped before.

(Todoroki thinks that he didn't do that bad. The chives are cooked, anyway. What's the point of chopping them properly? Humans have teeth for that.)

After pouring some hot water into the cup, the man let it simmer down a bit to cook as he looked for one of those cooling patches that he saw Aizawa giving to Aoyama when that blond had a fever himself. Also slipping a paracetamol into his pocket, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water, took the cup of porridge and walked back to your room.

Hearing the door creak open, your eyes immediately went to the door. Your eyes met Todoroki’s, so you smiled at him, making butterflies appear in his stomach. “Hi.”

Your boyfriend smiled back at you before closing the door. “You feel dizzy?” He asked as he placed the cup of water and the porridge on your bedside table. You lifted you head slightly only to see him patting his pockets to find something. After patting is right pants’ pocket, he pulled out what seems to be a cooling patch.

You replied to his question. “For a bit, yes. But not anymore.” You suddenly felt a cool sensation when he sticks the said cooling patch into your forehead. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Here, porridge.” A cup of warm porridge was brought into your arms. You almost melted into the warm feeling in your palms. “Thank you. You can leave now. We can’t have you getting sick too.”

Puzzlement and shock immediately showed up into Todoroki’s features. “What? No, I don’t get sick easily. I can take car—”

“I’ll be fine, Shouto—”

“Eat the porridge first before it gets cold.” He cut you off with a sentence, sitting in the bed with a huff. Sighing in defeat, you reluctantly scooping up food to your mouth. Shouto, on the other hand, was enjoying the sight in front of him.

Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t like it when you’re sick and suffering. It’s just that there’s something about you that makes him warm and happy inside. Maybe it’s your features that he finds so pretty. Or is it just a certain aura? Or maybe it’s because you were his girlfriend? Either way, the sight of you in any way gives him serotonin, it’s insane. If someone asked Todoroki before if he’ll be this happy with someone, he would’ve just glared at them, told them to stop spouting out nonsense and walked away.

Seeing that you were scraping the last bits of the porridge, he gently took the empty cup way from you and started to talk in a hushed tone. “I know you don’t want me to take care of you but please let me. It’ll make you get better faster and you’ll get more rest.” He scattered closer to you, tucking your hair into your ear.

“I just don’t want to bother y—”

“Nonsense. I like taking care of you.” Todoroki retorted.

“Ha, funny joke.”

“I’m not joking. In fact, I think you look delicious right now.” He spat out, his expression not wavering.

“I—Excuse me, what?” Bewilderment was an understatement on what you’re currently feeling right now. Is this guy fucking with me right now? “Babe, I literally have a bloated face right now.”

“That doesn’t dismiss my previous statement.”

“My nose is running, dammit.”

“And?”

“My point is that I look disgusting right now.”

“Just because you’re sick doesn’t mean you’re ugly already. I don’t care if you’re pale as paper, I’d still kiss you either way.” You eyed the man in front of you dubiously, not believing a word that is coming out of his pretty mouth. “You want me to prove it to you right now?” Not giving you a chance to reply, Todoroki placed both of his hand in your cheeks. With his lips pressed against yours forcefully, you can’t help release a giggly shriek. Releasing you from his grasp, he let out a breathy chuckle and grinned before asking. “So, can I stay?”

God, this man is going to be the death of you. Your eyes feasted on the beautiful human in front of you, trying to scan every detail on his face, all while trying to rack your brain for any excuses that you can use. “Your homework?”

“Did them already. Now let me take care of you.” Todoroki as quick to bury his face in the crook of your neck, the sudden movement making you giggle once again as his breath hits your skin.

“Jesus, I—fine! Just stop kissing me, you’re going to get sick!”

The both of you got comfortable in your bed and cuddled, much to your distain. You listened while Todoroki talked about his day, although he can’t tell much since his head was on the clouds, making you scold him a bit for not focusing in class. A few minutes passed by when Shouto noticed that you weren’t responding to his stories anymore. Looking down, he sees you, sound asleep, with your arms wrapped around his torso. He cocked his head to the side, amused. Taking a mental photo for keeps, he slowly took your harms away and slipped out of the blanket you were sharing. He buried his fingers into your hair once again to massage your scalp and leaned down, kissing the crown of your head.

“Goodnight, babe.” Todoroki whispered with a smile before going out of your room to let you sleep peacefully.

Note: This is a repost from Ao3.

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fluffshelf

3 years ago

PDA WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

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

— xiao

no. yes??? absolutely not.

the moment your hand grazes his?? stops in the middle of wherever you’re walking literally like he was frozen in time

its the first time you see any other expression in his features and of course its just the biggest look of disapproval

buttttttt as much as he says he hates pda and how much he actually genuinely quite literally does…..

he loves it. like in his head, in his own sad and bitter looking mental world, its like the sun after a rainy day.

did i mention you’re the only person that can make him believe hes actually worth something

thats exactly why hes in love with u i dont make the rules he’s absolutely smitten

he lets you keep holding his hand and keep the disapproving “i dont wanna be here” look on his face

— kazuha

yes yes yes

you dont even have to initiate it he holds your hand everywhere.

like literally everywhere, except the bathroom obviously because hes a gentleman (cant say the same for the fatui version of ed sheeran??)

his hand grasps yours and its like a burst of energy flows through him and he opens his mouth to spur out a corny poem he had came up with on the spot

also kisses. he luvs them. even if you gave him the sloppiest wettest kiss on the forehead he’d still ( ◠‿◠ )

and he’d ask for one more while we’re on the topic

— childe

…..here go again

im gonna say what we all know

childe is literally literally like a cat getting pet by its owner he embraces that shit like its rhe only thing on earth he was put here to do

he loves all forms of pda

hand holding kissing…. and most importantly hugging.

i dont mean any type of hugging

the moment you find yourself in public theres a six foot one lanky ginger with his arms around your middle and his head in the crook of your neck

you’ve been dating for HOW long??? and he still manages to make you flustered like you just met him whenever he back hugs you

he loves kissing your jaw too just to tease because he’s the biggest little shit in teyvat

— zhongli

if he was real i wouldnt know how to act oh my god

the most gentlemanly gentleman

he knows how to treat his s/o just ask guizhong

oh wait…..

anyways he’s not NOT a fan of pda but he doesn’t go out of his way to initiate it either

it’s more of like a “grab his hand and give him your best smile” and he always falls right into your trap

he loves kissing your hand.

he loves giving you the most charming smile before kissing your hand he’s absolutely in love with you

he also loves it when you wrap your arms around HIS waist… he walks around like he’s the luckiest man in the world bc to him… because he has you maybe he is

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