Instructions Unclear, They’re Boyfriends Now 🤷🏻‍♀️

I have sooooo many questions about tiktok!reader and Hawks’ relationship with one another… does Hawks know about [redacted]? What was it that made them start hooking up? Does reader stop hooking up with him when things start getting more serious with Bakugo? How does he feel about if she does?

cw: assault implications, reader is post assault. reader is visibly bruised

the first time:

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It's weird for you to go Hawks' room, but he doesn't react when the door opens, his lopsided smirk the same as it always is.

"Hey." His teeth are freshly de-braced and he licks the now smooth fronts. "What are you doing?"

"Hey," you repeat back to him. "Do you wanna fuck?'

Hawks tilts his head back and laughs and laughs and laughs, from the bottom of his chest. It goes on ling enough that you should feel embarrassed, but the feeling never comes. Feelings never come easily nowadays, replaced by this itching, growing void that you aren't sure how to fill.

"You don't?"

"I just didn't expect you to be asking me that." He leans in, arm on the door frame. "Have you even had sex before?"

The question pisses you off, but you try not to let it show. Your smile isn't solidified yet, faultering ever so slightly. "Have you?"

Hawks rolls his eyes, tongue jammed into his cheek. Of course, he's had sex, it's all the handler's talked about for weeks. It's why you're here, because you know he'd touch you.

Not that you want him to touch you. You just don't want to feel empty anymore. Sex will make you feel something, at least. and that's better than the numbness.

"Alright, sure, yeah." He gestures inside and you follow. "Let's fuck. Why not?"

Blood rushes to your ears so quickly that you can hear your heartbeat begin to pick up speed. Fear and anticipation both taste metallic in your mouth, and you try to savor the taste despite how sour it has become. The door clicks locked behind you and you immediately start unbuttoning your pants, pushing your panties down with them. Hawks just raises a brow, eyeing you up and down as you stand there, in the middle of his room, half naked, fully open.

"Whoa," he says, frozen in place. "You're crazy."

You don't respond. It doesn't feel crazy- it feels normal.

"Do you want me to lick you or something?" Hawks asks. "To get you ready?"

You don't want to admit that you don't know what he means.

"I don't need that. Just fuck me."

Afterwards, he cages you down to the bed with his body, kissing up and down your neck. The awful, sticky, thick feeling is already fading from your chest, crumbling in on itself. Sex hurt, but not in the way it did before. It's more like bothering an already injured spot, prodding something that needs to be left alone. You're worried that the pain might go away forever, but also worried it'll always ache like this, that you'll never heal in the ways that matter.

"Hey, uh-" Hawks sniffs. "You gotta lotta bruises on your thighs."

"Yeah."

"Like, bad bruises," he lifts the sentence like it's not a statement, but a question. "On your back too."

You don't like how he has you trapped afterwards. It's supposed to be over by now- you're supposed to be free and he's supposed to be gone, not answering these non-questions.

"Do you want to do it again?" you interrupt.

"Uh," His feathers ruffle a bit. No is on the tip of his tongue, but he ends up swallowing it away. "Sure, I guess."

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 3

(All photos are from Pinterest)

(Long blurb are we surprised?)

The annoying ‘click clack’ of Mina’s heals echoed off the concrete as the three of you made your way to where Kiri said Bakugou had parked. You wished Jiro would have wanted to meet outside or literally anywhere else, considering that the owner of the car you were meeting at already assumed you followed him around. But just as you consider pulling your phone out to text her a new meet up location, Jiro and her bandmates come into view and you have to convince yourself not to sigh unhappily.

Jiro was thankfully the first to notice you approaching, her eyes lighting up as you offer a friendly wave. Jiro would never admit it to anyone, but knowing her friends came to support her even at small gigs like this- meant the absolute world to her. So, once you’re close enough, she’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug and letting out a soft laugh.

“Hey! Did you like the set?” Her voice was full of excitement and hopeful curiosity, she’d changed the set so you would enjoy at least one song and wanted to know it proved effective. “We practiced all week, so I hope it didn’t sound too off.”

“No, it was awesome.” You offer, pulling her at arms length to see her beaming grin once again. “You’re a natural born talent, and I loved the new song.”

“What about the rest of us?” You step away from your overjoyed friend to allow Mina to pull her into a hug. “You know Kirishima.”

Did she? How were all of your friends so connected when you hadn’t even seen Kirishima around before Mina introduced you? Even Bakugou, he knew your neighbor and youre bestfriend but you hadn’t met him until recently either.

Speaking of Bakugou.

“Following me to my car now?” His arrogant taunt sent heat to your cheeks as everyone turns to look in your direction. You hadn’t told Mina about your texts with the blond, so even she seemed entirely confused. “Let me guess, going to watch me race again too?”

“I was asked to meet here, firstly.” Your voice shakes but you don’t let yourself look away from his accusing eyes, it’s not like you’re afraid of this guy. “Secondly- no, I’m not. I’m going to hang out with Jiro, not that it’s your business.”

Silence falls around you all too quickly, the only sound traveling between the group of you being a sarcastic exhale from Bakugou. In the seconds that silences consumes you, you find yourself taking in his appearance. His dark jeans and black hoodie fitting perfectly with his irritating personality, the only thing throwing you off were the bright red sneakers he wore on his feet. Finally, after a few very uncomfortable seconds, Denki clears his throat to speak up. Instantly making your eyes roll and your hands form fists at your sides.

“We’re actually, uh- going to watch.” Denki rubs the back of his neck as you try not to let your frustration show. Of course they were. “Didn’t know the two of you knew each other.”

“We don’t, she just follows me around.” Bakugou scoffs, leaning against the black frame of the car you stood in front of. You’d temporarily forgotten where you were and why you were here, noticing how calm he seemed pressing his back against the drivers door and crossing his arms. “You’re not riding with me.”

“I wasn’t going to ask to?” You all but shrink back in disgust. Why would he ever assume you’d ask him for a ride? “And I’m not following you, you literally show up at my house multiple times a week.”

“That’s enough you two.” Mina finally steps in, a smile playing at her shiny lips as her eyes move between the two of you. She was likely forming ideas in her head that you were not looking forward to hearing about at a later point in time. “She’ll ride with us, Kay?”

“W-what? I’m not-.”

-

And that’s how you ended up in the abandoned parking lot behind an old mall that hadn’t been open in years, surrounded by strangers and picking at your nails. There were nearly double the amount of people littering the center of the center of the unlit lot than had been at the last race you’d let yourself get dragged to. Whistles and laughs filling the cold air that seemed to suffocate you with every passing second. Crowds weren’t your thing, especially not illegal ones.

“So how do you know him?” Jiro asks, looking to the make shift starting line where her bandmate sat on his bike waiting. His helmet was off and a dark haired woman stood beside him with her hand on his arm and a grin on her face. He seemed unphased and uninterested as the woman leaned closer and laughed. “And why did he say you’ve been following him?”

You didn’t want to go into details of your poorly rated encounters with someone she clearly considered a friend. So instead you shrug and check the time on your phone nervously. You’d been here nearly 30 minutes, and with every passing minute you feel an unsettling feeling crawling up your back. Something felt off, and your stomach hadn’t stopped twisting nervously since you realized it.

“He’s friends with my neighbor somehow, that’s how we met.” You sigh, noticing her clear determination to dig any information out from the depths of your silence. “I’ve gone a few places with Mina and he’s been there too and just assumes I’ve followed him or something- I don’t know, he’s a dick.”

“He’s actually not that bad once you get to know him.” Her nonchalant shrug does little convince you, but you press your lips together with a nod, scanning the crowed for Mina or Kirishima. They’d been gone for a while ‘using the bathroom’ You hoped the race would start soon and didn’t want them to miss it. “Have you seen-?”

“COPS!” Your heart drops the second the call comes from the opposite end of the parking lot, causing your blood to run ice cold. Flashing lights dance across the crowed that now moves frantically around you, your body being pushed and shoved in every direction as your worried eyes meet Jiros. “COPS ARE COMING!”

“Shit.” Jiro hisses, reaching for your wrist and watching panic ensue around where you stand rooted to the pavement. “We need to go find Denki-.”

You knew coming here was a mistake, that something bad was going to happen if you did- but even so you came and now you were stunned. Jiro pulls desperately on your wrist, struggling to pull you along between the bodies that fly by you in a panic. A particularly hard shove from a terrified stranger causes her grip to loosen and your body to hit the pavement below.

Your hands immediately fly to cover your head, feeling the ground rattling beneath you as the last of the crowd make their way around you and to what ever direction they’d chose to run in. A few feet clip you, small kicks or shoves causing your body to curl into itself until you’re finally able to pull yourself to your feet and look around the nearly vacant lot.

Jiro was gone, and in the distance you see headlights pulling away and disappearing in the opposite direction. Panic consumes your every thought, did they leave without you? Were you about to be arrested? What if one of those police sirens belongs to your father? How is-?

“Why the hell are you just standing here you fucking idiot!” A tug on your arm pulls yourself back to reality, causing your heart to both race and calm down. At least you weren’t alone. “Get on and let’s go.”

“Wait, I-.” You can feel every inch of your body shaking as you look up from the ground to meet Bakugous angry eyes. Why did he stay? “I-I can’t.”

“You’ll be arrested if you don’t.” His voice was even, but as he looks behind you, you can see the worry in his eyes. You mimic a fish out of water, watching as he turns his helmet in his hands and steps closer. “You goin to listen to me or stay here?”

Without an answer, he pushes the helmet over your head, causing the hair you’d worn down to tug tightly at your scalp. The flashing lights were getting closer, and his hand was reaching for yours and tugging you toward his bike that you hadn’t even heard pull up beside you just seconds ago. This can’t be happening.

Bakugou swings a leg over the bike, looking to you as you pull your shaking hands to your chest. This may be normal for him, but running from the police isn’t something you’d ever done before so your anxiety had lodged your heart into your throat and you could feel fearful tears welling in the corner of your eyes. You were thankful the dark tent of the helmets window made your worried expression invisible to Bakugou who reaches forward to tug on your shirt.

“Just sit, hold on, and don’t fucking cry.” His barked order earns a flinch, but you listen. You have to listen. You copy his previous his actions and sit on the black leather, pressing yourself into his back to make wrapping your arms around his torso easier. “Don’t fall off ‘cause I ain’t coming back for you again.”

The second the threat leaves his lips, you feel the bike rattle below you and your body being tugged backwards. It’s hard, but you keep your arms around him and your helmet covered head pressed to his back as the cold wind bites against your exposed skin with. You’d never been on a motorcycle, so the feeling of exposure makes your stomach uneasy and your head spin.

With the fear of being caught, or flying off the back of his bike weighing heavily on your thoughts you find yourself clamping your eyes shut and doing your best to ignore the racing wind in around you or the rapid thud of your heartbeat in your ears as he continues to drive down the road you’d taken to get there.

With every turn, lean and huff you can feel your anxiety growing quickly. The sirens fade as Bakugou puts distance between you but the fear of being caught still remained, even after the bike had begin to slow down and your palm pressing into his chest could feel his surprisingly even heart beat. You were terrified, and being pressed against him did nothing to calm you down.

“You okay back there?” You can feel his chest vibrating as he looks over his shoulder, but you don’t dare open your eyes. You were still moving, and your legs had begun to tingle from the vibration of the bike combined with genuine fear. “Loosen your grip, it’s hard to steer.”

Without a word, you loosen your grip, giving his chest room to expand fully before he takes another turn. You do your best to ignore the warmth of his back against your chest, but it’s the only thing you find comfort in as sirens blare in the distance. He was here, alive and the only reason you weren’t still stood in that parking lot being arrested. Maybe Jiro was right.

“You good?” He asks, the bike coming to a complete stop a few moments later. Where were you? You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to even attempt to find out. The sound of scraping metal and quiet machinery sounds from in front of you and you quickly piece together you’re in front of a garage door. “Go on to the door, I’ll meet you up there in a second.”

You have to force yourself to open your eyes, the fear that a police officer will be waiting for you preventing you from doing so for a few short seconds. As they open you remove your arms from around his torso and quickly remove yourself from the bike so he can drive it into the nearly empty garage he’d stopped in front of. Was this his house?

The house was large, with a winding walkway that leads you to a red door. You feel out of place standing beside the place mat, but you had no clue where you were so you would have to follow his instructions and wait by the door. The neighborhood seemed nice, cookie cutter houses lining the street that stretched on past your line of site as you pull the helmet from your head and reach to smooth your hair down.

“Don’t say a word, got it?” He barks, pulling a key from his key ring. How wasn’t he flustered? Did he truly have enough run ins like this that it wasn’t at all worrying for him? “If anyone asks- you like my band. Don’t say a word about what the hell just happened- got it?”

You nod nervously, unsure what you were walking into as his key jams into the lock and twists. With his helmet in your sweaty hand, you follow him into the pitch black house and sigh a sigh of relief once the door closes behind you. You may be in a strangers home, with no clue which direction you lived in, but at least the police weren’t chasing you and your heart hadn’t burst from your chest.

“Hey, you’re in late.” A female voice comes from the too of the stair case Bakugou was already walking up. “Oh- you brought a friend.”

“Hi, I’m-.” You try to be polite as you follow him, offering the pretty blonde girl a smile before Bakugou turns around to glare in your direction. If looks could kill, you’d be flatlining. “Wha-.”

“Go bother your boyfriend and fuck off.” He snaps, turning to glare at the girl while reaching for your wrist. She seemed about your age, and not phased with Bakugou shoulder checking her as he reached the top of the stair case. Were they… roommates then? “The only thing I said was not to say a word and you couldn’t even listen.”

Your eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness as he pulls you down a long hallway. Still, in the darkness you can make out hung photos on either side of the hallway, lining it all the way until the very end where he was now turning and reaching for a door handle.

“Why the hell did you just stand there like an idiot?” He wastes no time, glaring into your soul the second you’re pulled into the room and he switches in the light beside the door. “Why weren’t you with your friends?”

“I-I.” You can’t find a single thing to say, feeling your hands still shaking as you look around the small room he’d pulled you into. “I-Is this your house?”

“No- I just broke in.” You ignore his scoff and let yourself take in the room in front of you. It was simple, a full bed with black bedding, a small beside table and a black desk on the opposite wall. The desk was covered in text books, resembling the walls that had been covered in posters. “Do sit down and calm the hell down- I can feel your bones rattling all the way from here.”

He sits in the chair in front of the desk, swiveling to face you as you sit on the edge of his unmade bed and reach for your hair nervously. You can’t even focus on the fact that you hated this guy I and now you were in his bed room- because all you could think about was the fear you felt and the small part of you that buzzed with excitement in the aftermath of your getaway ride.

“They won’t know who you are.” Bakugou grumbles, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket and taking in your shaken expression. “I’m ordering you an uber, what I did is never to be discussed with anyone.”

“O-okay.” You mumble, grip the fabric of his comforter below you. You can’t help but wonder why he didn’t want anyone to know he’d helped you, but you don’t question him. He’d probably just snap and the conversation would go no where anyway, so you sit quietly on his bed and ignore your phone that buzzed in your back pocket. “Uh-what do I tell Jiro and Mina when they ask how I got away?”

“Anything that will keep my name out of your mouth.”

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I’ll probably go back and edit this eventually.

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if you have anymore touchstarved!aizawa in the vault, dont be afraid to share 👀

nonnie i'm being so serious right now i have an insane amount of touchstarved! headcanons for this man, i think about his exhausted ass all day long 😩 part one here

touchstarved!aizawa who has a visceral hunger for you, mouth drying up and fists clenching whenever he sees you

touchstarved!aizawa who denies the attraction even while he’s panting into his sheets late at night, thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock

touchstarved!aizawa who’s so afraid of being hurt, but who practically collapses into you when you kiss him for the first time

touchstarved!aizawa who inhales you, big hands moving over your hips, your lower back, your shoulders, your neck—he can’t get you close enough

touchstarved!aizawa who works himself so slowly into you, hissing between his teeth when he bottoms out, hands like a vice around the meat of your hips, “that’s it sweetheart, ride me nice and slow—need to feel how badly you fuckin’ need me”

touchstarved!aizawa who loves nothing more than waking up with his thigh wedged between your cunt, your name already on his lips, one hand coming down to grind you against him, “good morning to you too princess” (biting my fingers off)

touchstarved!aizawa who's gotten one taste of you and vows never to go without you again

a/n: being a source of comfort for this man?? screaming into a pillow likes, comments, and reblogs always appreciated, more to come 😘

013. CARNATIONS

You're late.

You're very late.

You didn't wake up Touya at nine am like you usually do. You didn't bring Touya breakfast—there was a tray placed on his bedside table by someone else when he'd awaken, the lid fogged up from the steaming food being neglected inside. You didn't leave a note or pop into his room to let him know you had a meeting or something of the sorts

But the storm raging on outside Touya's window seemed to be the answer. The thunderous rain outside seemed never ending. The sky was dark and the world outside was clouded with a thick, misty haze

Touya had done a hundred push-ups, taken a shower, finished his letter to Shoto, ate his breakfast, and even made his bed in the time he spent waiting for you.

He was cursing under his breath every five seconds—because the damned sheets absolutely refused to cooperate with him. Every time he tucked them into one corner of the mattress, they came flying off the other one. He banged his head against the headboard at one point too, before flopping down face first onto his unmade bed with a groan

Why it was so hard to make a bed was beyond him. He supposes it's because he didn't have any practice making his bed, you always made it for him when he was showering. And for most of his life, he was lucky to even sleep on a mattress. He wasn't used to so many throw pillows, cushions, blankets—the simple luxury of being comfortable just wasn't something he was familiar with.

But as the dull pain in the back of his head subsided, Touya sits up in his bed with more determination than before. He had a bed to make. He had somewhere to safely sleep at night, and that was a fact no one could change. He musters up the meanest glare he can offer the bed, before yanking off the sheets in a single, fluid motion.

And then, Touya got to work.

It took him nearly an hour to make the bed perfectly. He experimented with different folding techniques and positioned the pillows about a hundred different ways until it he was satisfied with the outcome.

His shoulders were sore from all the strain once he'd finished. But he was proud of himself. The feeling fluttered around his chest—light and dizzying as he sat down on your chair instead of the bed, rolling it backwards so he could appreciate his work from afar.

But even after all of this, you're still not here.

The downpour outside represents his mood soon enough, and he sits in the room sulking after another hour passes. Maybe you're still at home—stuck and unable to leave because of the weather. Yesterday, you were telling him about the storm that would come today, but the weather outside is just brutal. He hasn't seen it rain this badly in Japan in a long time.

Maybe you were driving extra slow—the rain must be a difficult obstacle to drive through. He imagines the slick roads would make it hard for anyone to drive in, and he quickly pushes down the prospect of something bad happening to you as he takes a steadying breath

He's on edge—every little sound he hears has his heart rate spiking thinking it may be you. Finally, at three pm, there's a knock on his door.

Touya knows it's not you. Your knock is soft before you click open his door, your knock is three raps against the wooden door and your knock is a question. This knock—this knock was a single, harsh and near bang on his door. This knock wasn't a question, this knock was a demand to be let inside.

It's the last thing he hears before the door clicks open, and Touya stiffens, unsure of what to expect out of whoever it is on the other side

"Todoroki, your presence is required downstairs. This will only take a moment of your time, please." The woman speaks firmly, not giving Touya even a second to respond before she turns on her heel and walks out of the room

She didn't look Touya in the eye as she spoke, like she was afraid he'd catch something in her gaze she didn't want him to see. And her words came out quickly, her steps even faster as she walked out of the room and waited outside for Touya with a small group of doctors

Touya knows something is off, but for some reason—he foolishly doesn't think this meeting would be about you. Because there's no way these doctors would be ignorant enough to take you away from him—they could be mean, sure—but they weren't stupid. And he can quickly assume your overall well-being is fine, because your colleagues' demeanors don't appear saddened by anything. There's something else swimming in their gaze, and even though he's fishing for anything that may tell him what—he's coming up empty handed.

Touya complies quietly, allowing them to lead him down several floors before he's being pushed into a meeting room. He sweeps his gaze over the doctors and the people in suits who await him inside, entirely unimpressed. This must be some sort of a check up on him, or new details on his rehabilitation plan they wanted him to be formally made aware of. He walks over to the seat they gesture him towards, sitting down and letting out a sigh as he leans back in it

Unfortunately, you're not in this room. There's not a single sign of your bubbly smile at all as he enters—he can't even spot the color of your usual outfits, the room consisted of all its occupants being dressed in muted and dark colors.

Everyone in the room seems restless, and Touya can only shift in his seat as the murmurs around him quiet. There's something poisoning the air, but he still cannot figure out what has everyone so on edge and tense.

A man clears his throat, and Touya figures he must be important with the way everyone quickly turns to look at him as he rises out of his chair. He makes a quick motion with his hands, and there's a pair of quirk cancelling cuffs snapped over Touya's wrist faster than he could blink.

He stills, slowly turning to look at who had cuffed him to the table because they tricked him—the woman in question deactivates her invisibility quirk, offering Touya nothing more than an apologetic nod before averting her gaze

"The cuffs are on for our own safety, Touya. We brought you here because we want to apologize for our hospital's incompetence. We failed to acknowledge your privacy had been invaded, and we can do nothing but ask for forgiveness and work to be better. We don't tolerate anyone who breaks the rules and policies we have set, and Y/n is no exception."

Touya swallows the lump forming in his throat before letting out a laugh. It's a short, angry breath of air that he exhales almost like a scoff. Did this guy have even the faintest clue what he was talking about? Touya's fingers clench underneath the tight grip of the cuffs around him as his eyes remain unblinking. It felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for his response

"I don't know what you're trying to say."

The pale skin around his wrists has angry blotches of red and bruises beginning to bloom because of how hard he was straining his wrists against the cuffs. The man winces at Touya's expression before growing quiet, making a feeble attempt to search for how to come across as clearly as he can

Touya's eyes suddenly narrow into slits as he leans back in his chair, trying to look at the whole picture this man was doing a terrible job at painting. It sounded like they were saying you wouldn't be his doctor anymore. But that's just silly. You were a good doctor—no, you were the best doctor. No one in this hospital could ever hold a candle to you.

"Touya, I'm trying to tell you Y/n won't be your doctor anymore."

There's this incessant ringing in Touya's head as he grinds his molars together, trying to control his temper. His eyes are ablaze as he glares at the man in disbelief—features hardening into something terrifying within an instant at his words

"You can shut your mouth, because you have no fucking idea what you're even talking about. Y/n didn't—what was it you said, invade my privacy? You're a real piece of work, you know? Shove it up your ass, you stupid, old, bast—"

"Touya,"

Touya freezes. His head whips around in an instant at the sound of your voice, and the chair he's sitting on swivels with the movement as his eyes find yours. You're not in your usual clothes—in place of your usual doctor attire is a soft blue sweater, deep brown pants, and a simple pair of dark lolita shoes. You're wearing jewelry too, he notices. And your hair is down—you look out of place. Like a toy put in the wrong box.

"I am sorry for what I've done, Mr. Todoroki. My relationship with you goes against our hospital's most crucial morals. I–I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Forgive me. The words echo, and the room is suddenly eerily quiet

The dogeza is considered the most formal form of apology in Japanese culture. Getting on your knees in front of someone isn't taken lightly, but your legs practically buckle beneath you as you bow your head in shame

Touya wants to reach out to you, but they've made the cuffs on him stronger and tighter than last time—and he can only thrash against the restraints helplessly as he watched your forehead kiss the ground near his feet

Touya wants to tell you to get up, he wants to tear apart the person who thought it would be a good idea to publicly humiliate you like this—to reduce you to something beneath him, of all people.

"Y/n," He croaks, the reality of losing you seemed like the beginning of his inevitable end

"Y/n," He tries again

Something cracks in his chest when you raise your head and avoid his gaze, staying completely silent.

And for once, Touya doesn't have the pleasure to feel your hands hold him when he so desperately needed your touch. Physical affection from you was so important to Touya. He needed the reassurance of your touch, the confirmation that you were there—or he'd overthink himself into a frenzy.

He watches you be tugged out of the room by your supervisor, who spoke quietly into your ear. Too quietly for him to hear. Your shoulders are slumped as you walk out of the room, and Touya cranes his neck to try and get one last look at you before the door closes—but he misses his chance when your supervisor steps in the way of his view, closing the door after leading you outside.

Learning you couldn't take care of Touya was a knife to the gut—but that knife twists and deepens a hundred times over, piercing right through all he was when you walk right by without sparing him a single glance.

You didn't look at Touya at all. Not even once.

It took nearly two hours until Touya was secured back into his room. He wrestled and resisted every officer that got in his way. He was so mad—he didn't care who he hurt. Crimson seeped into his gaze, and all he saw was blinding red—kicking and punching at anyone who even tried to put their hands on him. He'd need cameras put back into his room after today, there was no doubt of it. Your supervisor tells you they'll probably install them tomorrow to keep a closer eye on him

You walk silently, a quiet whisper falling from your lips as you adjust the face covering you wore.

"Thank you,"

Your supervisor nods curly, giving you no further response as she kept a firm hand wrapped around your bicep. That guards positioned in Touya's hall let her pass easily, and she maneuvered through the familiar twists and turns of the hospital as the two of you got closer and closer to your destination

"I can get you ten minutes maximum, Y/n. I'll stand outside when you need to come out—and when I knock, you come immediately. Understand?" She questions quietly as you nod quickly, watching her fish out Touya's keys.

"Go in quick and lock the door—do not let him out."

She shoves the key into the doorknob, before placing a hand on your back and nudging you inside within a second as you tug off your face mask

The door closes and your hand quickly reaches out to lock it behind you. But you can't even take a step forward before you're being shoved backwards with such menacing force that it knocks the wind out of you. Touya hears your breath hitch at the last second, and he moves at the speed of light as he puts his hand between your head and the door to soften the blow

He presses a chaste kiss onto your lips in an instant, murmuring your names desperately in question as he tugs you into the room. It's dark, and you stumble as he leads you to his bed. He pulls you onto it quickly as his arms wrap around you, muttering apologies into your hair and choking on his own sobs as he fists your sweater in between his fingers

You whisper his name, and everything hurts. His mind, his body, his soul—it's all set alight the moment you confirm you're real. You're here and somehow holding him.

"What happened?" He whispers, pulling back as his thumb runs over your cheekbone—catching the falling tears and smearing them into your skin

"He took photos of us together while we were at your house. Yesterday, he showed them to everyone—and—and I got fired. 'm sorry, it's my fault too." You whisper quickly as a growl gets caught in Touya's throat

"It's not your fault. It's his—I fucking hate him. So damn much." Touya whispers. His jaw trembles as he clenches it, pupils lined with a thin ring of cobalt as he watches you press a dozen kisses onto his face—holding him like he was some precious treasure you'd stumbled upon.

"But—that's not what I'm here to talk about, Touya." You say, the words tumbling from your lips in a haste as Touya presses you closer into his body, a fruitless attempt to try and fuse the two of you together. He'd melt his own body if he could, melt it and meld it against yours so he could be stuck to you forever—they wouldn't be able to take you then, would they?

"You need to promise me you'll behave. Promise me you'll listen to your doctors and show them how strong you are. Show them you're a good man—Touya, promise me you'll show them." You plead, and Touya nearly whimpers against your skin as his forehead digs into the crown of your head. He struggles to form a single word, muttering and mumbling incoherently as he holds you

"Touya—Touya, are you listening to me?" You question, growing desperate to the point where you need to try and pry his hands off of you—anything to get him to just look at you and confirm he was listening. But his grip tightens, so much so where it's beginning to grow painful. His muttering becomes clearer, and you can finally hear the words he was repeating over and over again as he rocked gently against you

Please don't leave me.

He flingers flex reflexively over yours, his eyes glittering like sapphires in the light from the sunset outside—it had finally stopped raining, and the sun somehow managed to shine through the thick clouds.

He looks up, expression open and vulnerable in a way you've never seen before. His eyes are unblinking as he stares at your face—trying to commit every detail of it to memory. Because Touya is scared—he's so fucking scared he'll never see it again.

"If you do this one last thing for me, I promise I'll be waiting outside for you. Please, Touya. I'm sorry."

He presses his eyes close, brows furrowing like he was in physical pain. You press your lips gently to his forehead, and he shudders beneath you when you kiss him so softly

"I—I don't know," He confesses, confusion and hurt imbued into every one of his features as he tries to figure out just how he can go through the upcoming months without you by his side

Touya's hesitant. He looks afraid—his eyes wide as they keep darting over your features, a subtle tremble in his voice as he speaks. You've never seen him so panicked and scattered—and it hurts knowing you had to leave him like this in a few minutes

When he was even half as upset as he was now, you'd spend hours talking to Touya. Chipping bit by bit at the shell he kept over himself, allowing your soothing words in bit by bit. Your love and presence was salve on his burning wounds

But you were leaving soon, and he doesn't have the heart to unlatch his limbs from yours. You cradle Touya to your chest, speaking softly into his hair where he can only hear fragments and fractions of what you're saying

".....Think of your family.....Only six months.....I'm so proud of you.....It'll all be ok, I promise.....I love you, Touya....."

And he nods through it all, allowing your voice to guide him through the misty maze of his mind. It felt like you knew Touya better than he knew himself, sometimes.

"Okay,"

And Touya is so sincere when he looks at you, irises shaking as he wraps his arms around you in a bone crushing embrace

"I'll be on my best fucking behavior. Don't care if they kick me around or poke me in the eye with their needles. I'll do my best. But you, Y/n if you're not there in the end—fucking promise me this isn't goodbye." He whispers, a sharp knock resounding through the air as you nod frantically

"I promise it won't be, Touya. I love you so much—please be good for me."

It's the last thing he hears before the door clicks open, before you're spinning on your heel and moving out of the room in a blur. He can't hear a thing, and the blood rushes to his head so fast it feels like he's about to pass out. Touya slumps against the headboard, heart beating out of his chest before a faint flicker of regret flashes across his face. His back straightens as a broken curse leaves his lips once he realizes his mistake

He forgot to kiss you goodbye.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; touya, my baby, is so brave. he's putting on his big boy pants rn. and he'll be getting a new doctor wahh bye bye y/n ☹️ he's probably gonna hate his new doc...or will he?? 👀 do what you will with that piece of information heheh. also, here's a playlist no one asked for! :D i made it a while ago and thought i may as well share it with you lovely souls...! the next few days are going to be very busy for me, i can only ask you guys to be patient for the next chapter 🫶 and ofc, thank you all for making carnations so special to me <3

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"all might was my hero, but you were the one actually in my life"

HAPPY BIRTHDAYY TO TOUUYYAAAA

Mission...accomplished?

my piece for the 2025 Dabihawks Secret Santa 🎁

by popular request ❤︎ - touchstarved!denki

touchstarved!denki who spends all of his free time trying to get your attention. does literally everything in his power to make you laugh, even if it's at his expense

touchstarved!denki who catches your eye across the room and feels it like a caress. actually so far-gone that any time your skin connects he's convinced it's a sign from the universe

touchstarved!denki who jumps at the chance to be friends with benefits

touchstarved!denki who wants you to use him, spreads your legs apart and sits your cute little cunt right down on his face, "that it's baby girl, don't care if i can't fuckin' breathe, pussy's too good for that"

touchstarved!denki who chokes on his spit when you sit on his dick, starts babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how perfect you are—"fuck yeah baby, sit on it just like that, you can get a lil rough with me"

touchstarved!denki who derives so much of his self-worth from pleasing you that he considers it an hour wasted if you're not coming around his fingers, mouth, or cock

a/n: working on shinsou and sero <3 more touchstarved!boys here. reblogs and comments always appreciated 🫶

wrong number

d.kaminari

-in which his hookup gives him the wrong number, and it just so happens to be yours.