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nanami doesn’t argue.

that would imply there’s a debate to be had. there isn’t. you’re wrong, and he’s right, end of story.

except right now you’re standing over him, arms crossed over your chest, smirking, and somehow — he’s the one apologizing. on his knees, too.

his fingers skim the inside of your wrist to the faint lines of your palm, thumb gliding over the crease of your fingers. tracing a slow, thoughtless pattern like he’s waiting for you to say something.

he exhales, sharp. “love, what exactly am I doing?”

“apologizing,” you bend closer. barely an inch, but enough that the air between you feels warmer, “..because you feel bad?”

his fingers tighten — just a little — before they smooth over again, sliding down to the ends of yours, holding on like he’s considering it. “I don’t.”

you raise a brow, irritated now. “no?”

he sighs, long-suffering, but doesn’t let go. if anything, his grip shifts, trailing down until he’s holding onto the end of your sleeve instead, brushing over your knuckles, still here, despite how tired he looks.

you press, voice softening, teasing though expectant. “do you feel bad at all?”

there’s barely a second joining the words and the way he moves — your back meets the kitchen counter with his hand around your waist, breath against your lips when he murmurs, “I do.”

his fingers slipping under your shirt at your hip as he exhales, words slipping out on your mouth:

“I’m,” kiss. “so-” kiss. “so.” kiss. “sorry,” kiss. “baby.”

you laugh into it, fingers curling into his sweater, breathless in a way you’re sure he notices. he pulls back to see the look on your face — the one that means you know you’ve won.

and for once, nanami doesn’t argue.

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“He could strip the trees of their skin and use the charcoal as a pencil and exhaust the earth’s crust of its natural life, and still - still he couldn’t capture you.”

Omfg that was beautiful ❤️🥹

"Was I just the fucking NOTES guy to you??" Part Three / (Bakugo x GN! Reader) (Written)

Bakugo was a smart man.

He knew things that others didn't - and naturally, he caught onto things that others couldn't.

Bakugo was a man who used what he knew and substituted what he didn't. He was resourceful, which means he was useful and that meant he was needed.

He was intelligent, gifted and all the different kinds of things that made people jealous of his inevitable success.

He grew up with a quirk. A powerful quirk. He was told that from a young age, Katsuki Bakugo would grow up to be something incredible. To be one of the most influential heroes the world has ever seen.

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Bakugo had everything he had ever wanted handed to him. Here he was, twenty five, and one of the greatest heroes Japan had ever seen.

And yet, despite holding the world in the palms of his hands. It wasn’t enough. He needed something more. 

You. 

His highschool love. The one thing that slipped through his fingers. It was nine years ago. 

Nine long, excruciating years.

Though he was too late. He figured out all your cute and cheesy hints, too late - made all the right plans, too late - reached for your longing hand, too late - ached for your touch - dreamt of your lips sliding against his own… simply too late.

He had tried to shoot his shot back then but he was much too late.

But it had been nine years.

Nine whole years since he saw you. And according to Deku, five years since the both of you had broken up.

Surely now, surely now he had his chance. His opening. It was obvious he was still pining for you. 

His heart was yours.

He knew that.

Kirishima knew that.

Deku knew that.

You, knew that.

You knew.

Which is how he ended up finding himself, his lips pressed against yours - just like how a younger Katsuki only dreamt of doing - as he pressed you up against his bedroom wall. 

How did he manage to get himself stuck in this situation? 

He didn't remember.

And he didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t care. It really didn't matter either.

His friends were throwing a party - that’s right. Something about celebrating his “heroic success” or whatever.

Something about inviting his old classmates.

Something about inviting you.

Something about seeing you again, standing there like you were the only person in the room.

It was like the rest of the world melted into nothing as Katsuki stared at you. He didn't realise how much more... how much more you were.

It wasn't more in a bad way.

Not at all.

More. You were just so much. More. He could barely think - let alone place his messed up, jumbled thoughts into coherent words. It was like just the mere glimpse of you had him going insane, a mess of flushed cheeks and racing hearts- and short breaths- and everything. He felt sick, like he was going to hurl all over the carpet but in a good way, y’know?

His palms were sweaty and Katsuki’s head spun. All the lights were too bright and the music was too much. His legs felt like jelly and… shit - were you looking at him? 

Looking right at him with those drowning eyes of yours? 

Smiling at him with that godforsaken smile of yours?

Taking his scarred and calloused palm against the soft skin of your own hand?

Katsuki could write a poem about your beauty - no, he could write a million. He could strip the trees of their skin and use the charcoal as a pencil and exhaust the earth’s crust of its natural life, and still - still he couldn’t capture you. 

Your raw essence.

Your brilliance.

The way you shine and shimmer.

The way your eyes crinkle- and your breath gets stuck in your throat. The pads of your fingertips and the softness of your collarbones, and the dip and curve of you back and- and- and- 

God, he was smitten.

And god.

Katsuki was going to die.

He was going to die again and it was all your fucking fault.

Fucking hell. It was always your fault. 

All of it. 

Everything was your fault.

He pushed himself harder, all because of those melodic words you used to sing to him. How you looked up to him when you were teenagers. 

He worked on himself because you had told him you liked seeing the parts of him that nobody else had.

"I want to see the parts of you that nobody else has."

There was no way in hell that sentence was platonic. God he was such a fucking idiot back then, it was so fucking obvious you liked him. So fucking obvious.

And he missed it.

Like the idiot he was back then.

But he wasn’t going to lose you once more. He would rather tear out his own spinal cord - tendons, ligaments, flesh and bloody bone - then let you slip in between his fingers again. 

-

Katsuki’s breath was hot against your lips, his skin was buzzing with life and his heart pounded in his ears. He felt like if he took a step back he was going to stumble and fall. You looked so… ethereal. In his arms with your lips swollen and your cheeks flushed.

Katsuki leaned down and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze softened as a soft smile tugged at his cheeks. 

“I love you.” 

He whispered, voice small. 

“I always have.”

That sense of… being wanted for so long crushed you like a new fish being thrown into its new fish tank- but it was home. 

I’m home.

Here in Katsuki’s arms. The smell of caramel, the feeling of his pulse throbbing against your palm, his imperfect and scarred flesh-

“Perfect.” You whispered under your breath.

“You’re perfect Katsuki.” You mumbled, sliding your lips across his, nails digging into the back of his shirt as he slid a strong hand under your leg, pulling his lips away only to latch onto the soft curve of your neck.

“I love you.” He sighed.

“Never leave me. Never again.”

Part One / Part Two

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"Was I just the fucking NOTES guy to you??" / (Bakugo x GN! Reader) (SMAU)

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This is my first smau, so it is NOT good, it's also very short, but I promise that I will improve. I'm gonna post this and then log out because first posts are scary, and I'm anxious about how you guys will respond. 🙈 Anyway, please enjoy! Reblogs are appreciated, too!

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𖤓 part x. | series m.list | prev | part xi.

“are these kids fucking dumb?” tomura leans back and whispers through the metal whistle resting against his lips, “like just get the ball in the net, how hard is that?”

you two sat at the ledge of the dock ankle deep in the lake, lightly kicking the water up a few feet ahead of you. while tomura was hunched forward, with his eyes locked on the game, you were leaning back on the balls of your hands and taking in the sunshine through dark sunglasses. only half of your attention was on the campers swimming back and forth the same 30 meters chasing after the highlighter-yellow ball.

“i don’t know shigs, water polo is-”

your hand flies up to your ear as you’re cut off by the piercing high pitch whistle from between his lips.

“hey!” tomura calls, “elbows to yourself or i’ll eject your ass, sis! don’t think i won’t.”

the competitiveness runs in the family.

“keep everything under the water, guys,” you remind in a gentler tone, “if we can’t see it, it’s legal…ish.”

you blow your own whistle to resume the game before turning and landing a punch on tomura’s shoulder.

“a warning next time, dumbass, you almost blew out my eardrum,” you groan, plugging a knuckle in your ear.

“well someone has to pay attention and ref don’t they? can’t even coach my team either because we’re down two idiots to help run this shit show.”

“the counselors were never this strict with us when we were kids, shigs," you return the attitude, "speaking of the idiots though, where did those two run off to? you saw hawks this morning?"

“clearly you've never had to have kaina as your counselor," he scoffs, "but, you seriously asking me where hawks is on a lake day?” he turns his head back at you and cocks an eyebrow, “as for your boy toy, i have no clue.”

“not my boy toy. don't call him that.” you reach over off the dock and grab a handful of water before throwing it at the back of tomura’s head. “i’m only asking because he wasn’t in the cabin when i woke up.”

"don't overthink it. probably just off plotting to piss his dad off or something." he shakes the water from the hair clinging to the back of his neck, "you know him."

you knew touya was never the one to pass up on a day in the lake. when you were kids, he’d always start the summer off by highlighting the lake days on the calendar. always the first one to jump in. always begging you to sneak out past curfew for a dip- even if it just meant you sitting on the dock with your knees up to your chin watching him go in circles.

there was a specific rush that touya was always chasing- the feeling of being swallowed whole by freezing waters when the surface tension is broken against dry skin. there was nothing as euphoric as the chatter of the world muffled to nothing as water rushed in his ears. 

when did he grow out of this?

despite the beautiful day and itinerary of outside activities, there’s a twinge of anxiety bubbling in your chest that you couldn't shake.

“i think i should go look for him,” you suddenly say, pulling your feet out of the water.

“of course you do,” tomura mutters, “sure, leave me alone to watch over these kids who are all actively trying to drown one another.”

as you open your mouth to return a snarky response, you’re met with screams and cheers from the lake.

both of your eyes snap towards the water to find a commotion hidden behind large splashes of white water coming in from all directions.

“you broke my bracelet, you stupid rabid dog!” ochako shrieks, grabbing a fistfull of katsuki’s hair and pulling his head back under the water.

“you’re not even supposed to be wearing that shit in the game,” katsuki coughs once he resurfaces, grabbing her by the straps of her swimsuit and pushing her under.

“aht! aht!” you stand up, rapidly blowing your whistle, ”take it on land, ladies, no one’s drowning on my watch!”

you and tomura exchange side glances as you two watch the group of kids migrate towards the ledge of the lake where they circle around the two wrestling in the patchy grass.

“i didn’t expect them to listen to me so easily,” you mutter under your breath, “you’re welcome, though. no more kids trying to drown each other while i’m gone.”

“yeah, thanks. now they’re just trying to kill each other,” tomura deadpans, “how long do i let them go at it?”

“uhhhh…until blood is drawn?” you shrug, “they’re old enough to know when to call it quits, right? just let them kill their energy.”

“like a bunch of fucking animals,” he sighs, “if you three aren’t back by sundown and leave me alone to entertain them for the bonfire, i’ll be pissed.” he calls out as you make your way up the steps.

“if we’re not back by sundown, i expect you to grab a gun and go after the bear that got our asses.”

tomura rolls his eyes and sends you off with his middle finger up before turning his attention back to the campers.

a/n: i had sm fun with togachako and bakudeku with this one hehe AND shigs and y/n time <3 sorry no touya in this but our boy is schemingggg...kinda maybe sorta

next part won't take as long to get out :-) lil break was much needed i feel a lot more excitement for this series yay

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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ vi. cold soba viii. family dinner

♪ ༘⋆ vii. the offer 𝄞 m.list

cw: long ass written part, also reader kinda has an anxiety attack in the beginning

the band had been in in the living room for the better half of the day, plotting potential new projects and writing new material. and you had decidedly avoided all of them. you knew that questions would be asked, with how jumpy you were feeling, so you just claimed to have a lot to work on for class – which to be fair, was only half a lie. you had genuinely painted all day, though less so for studious purposes and more so for keeping your own sanity intact. then of course, your mother had texted. leaving you with no choice, but to return to the house of the person that had raised you. if that was the right term for what your mother had done. and you were also returning to the very same house, where you had gotten a glass thrown at your head, the last time you had been in it. so, it felt fair to say, that you weren't excited about the prospects of returning. 

by now you were pacing back and forth in your room, trying to figure out a plausible excuse to not show up on saturday. with trembling hands you had gripped your phone, every message had been typed with even shakier fingers, than the one before. the longer you stared at your mother's texts, the clearer it became, that she was not intending on letting you off the hook. no, you knew her well enough, to know, that she would not give any excuse the time of day. even if you were to actually fall sick, which given the size of the pit in your stomach, wasn't even that improbable, she was expecting you in her home at 6:30 exactly.

your feet kept moving in circles, like you could out-walk the thoughts that kept popping up in your head. you knew kai was angry at you. even though you had sent back the money and were planning on apologizing to him in person, he'd been pissed off the night that had landed you in the er, too. there was no telling how saturday would go. especially since you and kai both knew, whose side your mother was on. the more you thought about it, the more your mind spiraled. you could feel the air catch in your throat, to the point you almost choked on it. if only you could just continue to paint, push away everything else and for a moment – no matter how futile it was – forget. 

your knees felt rigid, as you tried to bend them to sit back down. your movements were stiff, almost as if you'd done them for the very first time. you huffed out a breath before trying to focus back on the gray landscape you had been painting. you grip on the brush tightened; the white of your knuckles matched the vacant spaces on the canvas pretty much exactly. the bristles connected where you had left off, but you couldn't get them to connect to the surface. they barely scraped the texture surface of the canvas. your hands were still trembling too much. the colors blurred together, unfocused, as your vision tunneled in on the thoughts clawing at the back of your mind. you needed to breathe. to think.

whenever it had come to fight or flight, you had always chosen the ladder. as would you now. the room started spinning. it all felt so small. so tight. 

you pushed back your chair. feet kicking against the easel in frustration. the need to escape overcame any and all sense of space. which was exactly, why your foot connected with one of the easel's legs and snapped it shut within a second. in a futile attempt to catch both the canvas and the easel, you jumped from your chair. it fell back behind you, briefly knocking you off balance. your hands barely grazed the wood of the structure before the easel, along with the still very wet canvas crashed right into you. the momentum sent you stumbling, knocking the air from your lungs as the wooden structure pinned you in place. the canvas ripped, of course, though not without thoroughly sullying your bare left arm and pant leg with varying shades of gray acrylic paint. and as if that wasn't enough already, her phone lit up with a new notification. 

dabi.

at this point, part of you had just embraced laying on the ground covered in paint, bring crushed by your own art supplies. trying not to break it, you shoved the wooden stand off of your body. it wasn't that heavy, but it turned out to be pretty difficult to move something with shaking hands. after a good minute of scooting and shoving the different wooden logs off your body, you finally managed to untangle yourself from them. you unlocked your phone, quickly replying to dabi before examining the sad remains of the tattered canvas, that you had spent the better half of today working on. the fabric had torn right at the center and the paint had smeared leaving whatever the original image had been to be anyone's guess. with a heavy sigh and an even heavier thud, you let gravity pull you back to the ground. your eyes latched onto the ceiling, as if staring at the blinding light would make the mess, that you had created, disappear.

"just dropped something, huh?"

you jumped at the voice. in one swift motion you pulled yourself up, now more or less sitting in the mess of wooden logs, paint and tiny scraps of canvas, that had ripped off. your head turned involuntarily, meeting the eyes of the person you had wanted to see in here the least. you knew, that your position was so easily mockable, but at the very least, if it had been tomura, you wouldn't need to go to the trouble of explaining what had led to it. alas, of course, you had to be staring back at him of all people, as he lazily leaned against your doorframe with a cheeky grin painted on his lips. his bare arms were crossed in front of his chest giving you a full view of the black ink that snaked along almost the entirety of both his arms.

"it's all part of my creative process." 

you laughed awkwardly before attempting to wedge the wooden logs of the easel back into place. dabi hummed in response. you didn't look back at him, assuming that he would just leave you to wallow in your own misery. but he didn't. something moved just outside your peripheral and before you knew it, dabi was squatting across from you. he swiped the easel from your hands and easily lodged all the pieces into place. wordlessly he stood back up and placed the structure back where it had stood before your nervous breakdown. you didn't say a word either, when he continued to help you pick up the pieces of your painting and loose brushes, that you had knocked across the room. 

once your room had returned to its usual amount of chaos, dabi spoke up again.

"any particular reason for this specific 'creative process' of yours?"

he let himself fall into your desk chair; his eyes never quite tearing away from you. it must be pretty amusing to him, to see you covered in paint and cowering on the floor. but his expression seemed less amused, though if you were asked to describe it, you would probably not be able to find the right words. the way he had asked, sounded so casual. the teasing tone in his voice came so naturally to him, that it was easy to overhear, the genuine curiosity, that his words were laced with. for a second, you even entertained the idea of telling him, but quickly decided against it. after all, what good would it do? so you just shrugged.

"what are you still doing here, anyway?"

himiko and spinner had left a bit ago and tomura had gone to his room to stream a new game, that a friend of his had recommended, so you had just assumed that dabi would have left, too. obviously you had assumed wrong.

"was about to leave, when i heard you." 

his fingers absentmindedly tapped against your chair's armrest. you nodded, picking at the slowly drying spots of paint on your pair of sweats. you could feel his stare burn holes in the back of your head and the more you tried to ignore it, the more aware your body seemed of it. as if turning away from him, could hide you from his eyes chipping away at the front you tried so hard to keep up. 

he stopped looking at you for a moment. using that time to look around the room. he had been in this very room countless times before. slept on that very bed, though the blanket and pillows on it were different than he remembered – yours, he assumed. the pattern of the duvet cover was hard to make out under the countless sketches that were scattered on top of it. you had hung up a few on the wall as well and even some paintings, that he assumed to be yours, as well. 

something about the way, that he so shamelessly occupied your space, looked at the paintings you had created, made you feel so much smaller. as if every brushstroke, every decoration choice you had made was scrutinized under his curious eye.

he must have noticed your growing unease, when his eyes found you again, amidst the space you had created for yourself. "i like what you did with the place." his tone was more playful again, but his eyes betrayed him. he was obviously gauging your reaction, though you didn't know what he would do with it. you offered up a timid smile followed by a quiet "thanks" and dabi decided to leave it at that.

"not gonna tell me, huh?" you huffed out a quiet laugh before finally pulling yourself back on your feet. 

"nothing to tell."

he hummed, his eyes still busy with dissecting you. it was more than obvious, that he didn't buy it for one second. 

"fair enough." you were about to say something, when he continued. "anything i can do to help with whatever you have nothing to tell about?"

your eyes widened. it didn't make any sense to you. why would he care so much? nobody was that kind to somebody, they barely knew. and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to believe, that he was entirely selfish in asking. maybe a part of you hoped, that it was genuine. and exactly that part of you answered, before the rational part had caught up to it. "can you make saturday not exist anymore?"

the confusion in dabi's expression was palpable. his eyebrow raised and his face pulled into a half-smile, unsure if you were joking. it was clear, that he was waiting for you to add something, anything, to make what you had just said, make at least a little bit of sense.

"this saturday specifically or the whole concept of saturday as a whole?"

and yet, he answered, as if your words had made perfect sense and were to be taken seriously. either that or he was just anticipating to right moment to mock you for it. not that you could've blamed him.

"only this one." you said, a chuckle catching in your throat.

dabi grinned, leaning back in your chair. "oh well, if it's only this one, i'm sure something can be done." by now you were almost entirely sure, that he was making fun of you. the way his grin kept growing was also a dead giveaway. 

he didn't laugh, though. almost as if he understood, that the joke, silly as it was, had come from the same place as the breakdown you'd had only moments ago. you sighed. defeated and unsure of how to avoid saturday without doing something drastically stupid, – like fling yourself off the building. your eyes found dabi, again. he was still grinning. you just noticed, that it was a bit lopsided. his arms crossed in front of his chest again. this time, for some reason your mind specifically registered the very defined muscles ripping along his forearm up to his bicep. involuntarily a thought snaked its way into your mind and before you knew it, against your better judgement, you opened your mouth.

"remember when you said, that you owe me?" your eyes shot to the ground. regret was already settling deeply within you.

"what do you need?" there was a brief flicker of confusion in his eyes, but you were surprised all the same, that he didn't immediately shoot you down.

your fingers fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater. dabi had noticed, that your eyes seemed glued to the floor now. you were glad, that he gave you the time to sort out how the fuck you were going to ask that without sounding like a completely lunatic. a deep breath left your lungs before catching in your throat, letting you almost choke on it. one horrendously embarrassing coughing fit, later, you looked at him. he was still calm, appearing as nonchalant as ever; had you not noticed it. the faintest shake in his left leg. 

"so, keep in mind, that this is probably gonna sound crazy to you–" you started. eyes darting back down the second they made contact with the intense blue, that was staring back at you. "– and you can totally say no and probably never talk to me again, once you realize how insane i am."

"y/n." 

you didn't notice, that he pulled himself up from the chair.

"actually, you know what, just forget i said anything, i'm just gonna crawl in a hole and die."

you turned and fully planned to bolt out of the room, on your way to never be in the same space as dabi, ever again, but dabi was faster. 

"y/n." he grabbed a hold of your wrist and turned you back around to face him. "spit it out."

his eyes didn't waver away from you for a second. they were as stern, as the tone in his voice, but not as demanding as the words would lead to believe. you ignored the urge to look back down. it would be much more embarrassing, if you shied away now.

you took a deep breath, taking a step back from him. dabi noticed and released your wrist, that you hadn't even noticed, he was still holding. "can you come with me to my mom's for dinner on saturday?"

the second the words left your lips, you could feel your feet begging you to run out the door, but they stayed planted. a brief flicker of surprise was in his eyes, before it hid behind a smug smirk.

"meeting your parents already?" his eyes briefly flitted up and down your body. "moving a little fast there, aren't we, doll?"

"that's not–" your ams crossed in front of you almost instinctively, as you stared up at him. he was a good bit taller than you and thoroughly enjoying that particular fact right now. again, you could only sigh, as he continued to be amused by the annoyed pout, that had taken over your features. "that's not what i meant."

you choked out another awkward laugh, realizing that now you actually had to find some kind of reasonable explanation for why you had even suggested that in the first place. he seemed equally as curious to hear you explain, given his now more relaxed smirk and the slight tilt of his head.

"my mom invited me to family dinner and i really don't want to show up there alone."

judging from the knit that depended between dabi's eyebrows, that explanation was less than satisfactory, but you were not ready to reveal the real reason. not to him, especially. you were aware, that there were already question marks surrounding your sudden reappearance in your brother's life – especially by his bandmates, but you didn't want them to change their view on you. especially not someone, who was as close to tomura, as he was.

"wouldn't shigs be there anyway?"

you scoffed. the sound left your throat entirely involuntarily and too fast for you to gain the conscious ability to stop it.

"nope." you just shrugged. technically, neither of you made a secret out of it, but you hadn't explained it in so long, that it felt a bit weird to rehash the family constellation in your mind. "she's not his mom and she really does not like him." the awkward smile on your face did little to play off the energy in the room, that lingered around your question.

"huh." was all that left dabi's mouth for a while. 

he stared at you and the way your feet shuffled into the wooden floor below you and the way red patches formed around your cheeks from how embarrassed you were. it was almost cute, he thought. though not as endearing as the gray paint, that you had yet to notice was smeared on the tip of your nose.

"i would love to, but i'm worried we might give your mom the wrong impression." you had expected a straight up no or for him to just laugh in your face. but you had to give him credit for entertaining your dumbass as long as he had, even if only because he pitied you.

"believe me, if i tell you, that i'd rather she think, i brought my boyfriend, than deal with being on my own in there."

just the thought of being stuck there again with him sent shivers down your spine. you tried to hide the tremble of your fingers by gripping onto the fabric of your sweater. there was something about the way you had answered. how you had reacted specifically to the idea of being home alone, that reminded him of something. or rather someone. and maybe that was why the next sentence left his mouth.

"i'll do it."

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drummer katsuki

i lowk saved this until i was in my bakugou era thanks cas <3

no quirk au, late 20’s bakugou, biker + drummer bakugou, language and suggestiveness. established relationship n shit like that yadda yadda, ignore the haha reaction on the pic i cannot get rid of it for the life of me

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omg i neeed him baadd 😮‍💨

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thoughts on roommate!touya

synopsis: collection of thoughts about what it would be like to live with touya kinda suggestive at the end

✩ roommate!touya, who’s in and out of your shared apartment more than anything. he comes and goes without warning and at the most random times. you know for a fact, that he has a job, but you could never guess what it was, based on his daily schedule, that seemed to be ever-changing.

✩ roommate!touya who is so freakishly quiet, that you never know if he’s home or not, if you don’t immediately see him or his beat up combat boots, that he likes to leave in the entry way. once he figures out, that you startle pretty easy, he makes it a game to catch you off guard when you are home. he will watch you prepare food in the kitchen or clean up in the living room with your music on full blast and sneak up behind you. he will just stand about a foot behind you and wait for you to notice, laughing his ass off when you shriek and jump back – the look of absolute bewilderment on your face is just oh so delicious to him.

✩ roommate!touya who is also just so observant, that you wonder sometimes, whether he does it professionally. he doesn’t even do it on purpose, really, but he very quickly notices things about you – little quirks and habits. like how you always make coffee in the morning before brushing your teeth, because the toothpaste makes the coffee taste weird. or how you always need to find the perfect song to reflect your current mood before starting your chores.

✩ roommate!touya who is so observant, that he will replace the things you are out of before you even notice that you had run out. it doesn’t matter if it’s food for the both of you, or your favourite snacks, that you had eaten the last of the night prior. he will just restock without a word and just claim, that it was on the way, whenever you question him about it.

✩ roommate!touya who will randomly linger around you doing nothing, when you watch your show in the living room. he will just lounge next to you, without as much as a sound. his presence is pretty hard to ignore. he is tall with pitch black hair, tattoos and piercings, but you don’t mind it. his presence quickly became a comfort to you and you wouldn’t admit it, but it’s missed whenever he’s out at night. 

✩ roommate!touya who you’re pretty sure could not care less about you, except every now and then he will show affection in the strangest ways. he will never outright tell you or do anything to show you, that he cares about you, but he just leaves random things around for you every now and then. basically like a cat bringing their favourite person things to show they care about them. if you’re having a bad day, he will put your favourite chocolates in your bedside table, so you’ll find them, when you pull out your phone charger to rot in bed. or when he knows you had a busy work day and hadn’t gotten to eat yet, you will always, without fail, find your favourite door dash order in the fridge. whenever you call him out on it, he will just shrug and make up some kind of excuse like „chocolate was on sale at the store.“ or „ordered it for me, but i’m not really hungry right now.“ you don’t press any further and yet you can’t help, but blush at the thought of him doing these little things for you. 

✩ roommate!touya who isn’t very social and always keeps to himself when you have company over, he will show his face once or twice in the living room, but usually stays within the confines of his own room. he barely had people over and if he does, it’s the same two guys. they stay in his room, only coming out to greet the door dash delivery person at the door. 

✩ roommate!touya who will always, without fail, order something for you too. it doesn’t matter, if he’s ordering for himself or for him and his friends – you will always be factored in. you could be in the kitchen cooking yourself dinner, but if him and his two friends feel like ordering pizza, he will order you one, because he knows if you don’t feel like eating it then, you will be happy not to have to cook lunch the next day. he will however deny it, whenever you mention it and claim, that they just ordered too much and that you could just have the leftovers, if you wanted.

✩ roommate!touya who doesn’t talk much about himself – he doesn’t talk much at all, to be honest. but he will randomly drop lore, without warning. like, you would just be in the kitchen one morning and he comes in with his pants a little lower than usual. he absentmindedly hikes up his shirt to dry off any excess water from his face, that he just washed and you see it. a new tattoo right next to his very defined v-line. you don’t have to say anything, he’s already noticed your eyes wandering to his exposed skin. roommate!touya who just grins at you, running a finger along the fresh ink. 

„you want one?“  a startled „huh“ is all you manage in response. he laughs, looking back at you staring; eyes wide and mouth agape. „yea, i have a tattoo gun in my room.“ he explains. like it’s not brand-new information, that your roommate apparently owns a tattoo gun.

and that’s how the two of you end up in his room, slightly tipsy from randomly deciding to finish up the ladder half of the wine bottle, you had opened two weeks ago, when your girlfriends had come over. touya handed you a few sketch books of his to browse through and let himself fall onto his bed. you joined him after two minutes, your fingers pointing to a barbed wire heart. you show him the placement you were thinking of – the back of your thigh; while he gathers everything he needs. he gives you a quick rundown of all the important stuff – like proper aftercare, no swimming and tanning during the healing process. the irony of him slurring every other word, as he gives you the ‚professional‘ advice and the fact that you are not in a studio, but in fact laying on your chest in his bedroom, is not at all lost on you. you rest your face against his pillow, anxiously waiting for the needle to pierce your skin. touya’s gloved hands make contact first. the cold immediately makes all the hairs on your arms stand up. you don’t see it, but touya can’t help but grin at the effect his touch has on you. he is gentle as he positions himself and the tattoo gun. his fingers pull at the plush of your thighs to tighten the skin. the needle stings upon impact, but the pain is a lot more bearable than you thought it would be. at this point you don’t know, if it’s just the alcohol, though. touya works quickly, but carefully. he is laser-focused on getting every line perfect and even more laser-focused not to stare at your ass in those cute shorts you always wear. he can’t help but steal glances, every now and again, though. whenever he notices you tense up, he will immediately lift off the needle and turn to your face. „you doing good, over there?“ his voice is laced with a tone, you can’t quite place. it’s teasing, that much you know, but it’s different from how he usually talks to you. „need a break?“ warmth rises to your face faster than you can control, when you register, that his hand was still comfortably resting pretty high up on your thigh. he was barely inches away from having his hand fully on your ass and a part of you wants him to move his fingers up, just slightly. you just nod, giving him a quiet signal to continue. „that’s not how it works.“ your head turns back to look at him, confused. „you’re gonna have to use your words, doll.“ your eyes widen, realizing what he had just said. he seems to have missed the implications or rather, he seems to not care. no, touya knows exactly what his words mean. he revels in the redness of your cheeks and how you muffle out a quiet „you can keep going.“ before hiding your face in his pillow. it doesn’t help either, that it smells exactly like him. touya continues like before. well, not exactly. you are so sure, that he is purposefully touching you more now. he is more conscious about the way you react, when your skin is pulled tight. his pinky grazes the little crease between your ass and the top of your thighs, almost too faintly to not be deliberate. the worst part is undoubtedly, though, when he finishes up the top of the heart and has to rest his arm right on top of your shorts. his bare arm is halfway atop the soft fabric and halfway on your skin, that is burning hotter every second that his strangely cold arm is pressing into the soft flesh. touya takes his time with that particular section of the tattoo, making sure to press into the flesh, oh so accidentally. „thank you, so much!“ his eyes glance away from you twisting your body, so you can see the tattoo, to look into your eyes. his thoughts are racing with endless possibilities of what he wanted to do to you. when he watched you skip out of his room, smiling at him one last time, before the door shut behind you, his eyes glanced at the finished product. he decides that for now, the image of you on his bed, fully at his mercy and the permanent mark he had left on your skin were enough. that and the image that he definitely deleted.

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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you – t. todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ v. successful kidnapping vii. family dinner

♪ ༘⋆ vi. cold soba m.list

♪ ༘⋆ backstage pass

⋆ shoto's nine years old, so the age different to dabi is about 13 years

⋆ dabi and shoto have been living alone since dabi was 17

⋆ y/n and shoto actually had a lot of fun, y/n is very good with kids in general

⋆ y/n was so confused in the beginning, because shoto was so quiet and expressionless, but relaxed once they played mario kart together. he genuinely started laughing about halfway through the second round (even though he had already figured out by then, that y/n was letting him win)

⋆ tomura may or may not have been on a date

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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you – t. todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ iv. showtime (𝄞) vi. tbd

♪ ༘⋆ v. successful kidnapping m.list

♪ ༘⋆ backstage pass

⋆ it was actually ochaco's idea to go to that specific cafe, her and himiko had been talking about going for a while

⋆ himiko's go-to drink is a matcha (iced or hot) heavily iced with white chocolate syrup, ochaco and y/n both opt for (iced) lattes usually

⋆ they did in fact not make it to band practice on time, but spinner appreciated the cookies

⋆ dabi wasn't there, yet, when the girls dropped off himiko

⋆ y/n did not send tomura the entire conversation between her and her mom. she didn't send him the dinner part

⋆ tomura genuinely only wanted to cheer y/n up by letting her chill on stream. he got a little bit annoyed, though when his chat was full of questions about her and his fans simping for her

⋆ tomura let her win

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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ iii. practice session v. tbd

iv. showtime (𝄞) m.list

the bar was packed. compared to your first day of work there, the amount of people crammed into the dim lit space had basically tripled. even though, the band wouldn't go on for a couple hours, the place was already bustling with excitement. rumi, whose shift had begun an hour prior to yours, was already running around passing out drinks and taking orders, while keigo had taken to bartending for tonight. he spotted you and took his hand off the tab he was pulling beer from to wave you over. hesitantly you pushed through the crowds and made your way behind the bar. 

"don't you clean up nice, ace."

he lazily slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into a quick side hug. you weren't bothered by the physical contact, keigo had already seemed like the touchy type on your first day. not in a bad way, though. he was just very extroverted. you were actually more put off by the nickname.

"ace?" you looked back at him – an eyebrow raised and your head tilted to the side. he laughed, finishing up the beer and setting it down for one of the patrons at the bar. when he turned back to you, his laugh had turned into a cheeky grin. before keigo could offer up his reason for the nickname, rumi jumped in.

"he gives all staff nicknames, it's a whole thing." you hadn't even seen, when she had rejoined you, but she was on her way back on the floor with a full try, just as quickly. "be glad, that yours isn't bird themed."

rumi left without another word and you turned back to keigo. "you seriously give everyone a nickname?" he shrugged, grabbing the ticket one of the servers had just put in. "yep." he grabbed a bottle of tito's from the shelf and poured it over a glass of ice. "it's more fun that way." that seemed to be the extent of his answer, before he added one more thing. "everyone, except rumi that is." 

you watched her weave through the masses, confidently carrying the tray to her tables. on your first day, you had been a little intimidated by her. she was taller than you, by quite a margin. you were pretty sure, that she at least matched keigo in terms of height. that was only half of it, though. not only did she exude a confidence, you could only hope to ever match in your dreams, but she was ripped. like really fucking ripped. she had worn a compression shirt the other day, that had shown off every single rippling muscle in her upper body. and again today, in a loser shirt, you could spot the way her bicep and forearm tensed under the drink tray, with every little movement.

"why?" you asked; your eyes still following the woman's movements. keigo stood next to you, his eyes following where you were looking. "let's just say, i can still feel the bruise from the day i tried." a snort escaped you, involuntarily. mocking your boss on your second day of work had not exactly been on your to-do-list for today, but keigo didn't seem to mind. he just accepted your reaction and flashed you another cheeky smile.

"by the way, if you do mind the nickname, let me know." 

"i don't."

he nodded before turning to the side to hand a young woman her vodka cranberry. with a wink and an almost unnoticeable flash of his tongue between his teeth, he wished her a fun night. you felt even more affirmed in your assumption, that he just flirted with everyone under the sun. you hushed to the back of house and tied the black apron around your waist. rumi had been sweet enough to already put in a little notepad and pen for you, so that you could quickly get back onto the floor and start taking orders. when you got back behind the bar, rumi quickly went over your section with you. she also told you that keigo would let you both take a break during the band's set, so you could enjoy it outside of working. 

for the next two hours, the two of you took care of your tables, but whenever you passed each other, you couldn't resist quipping about customers being idiots or just throwing each other air kisses. you had worked in customer service before, though by now, that had been almost half a year ago, but you had never had an infant connection with any coworker the way you had wit rumi. it was only your second day of working together, but the way your shared laughters echoed over the loud atmosphere of the black wing, most customers would probably assume, that you had known each other all your lives. there was something refreshing about being around her and keigo. even though, all three of you were working, you felt an ease that was more akin to a hangout between friends. having pretty much only tomura to talk to – and your mother, though that was an entirely different thing – had taken more of a toll on you, than you would have liked to admit. 

"you, all right, ace?"

keigo playfully flicked your forehead with his pointer. ripped from your thoughts, your hand moved to the point of impact. he hadn't flicked hard enough for it to hurt, but you still looked up at him. he watched your brows furrow and your lips purse, clearly amused by your expression.

"what was that for?" you crossed your arms in front of your chest, tilting your head upwards to look at him even closer. his grin didn't falter for one second. "you were spacing out."

"oh shit, i'm sorry." your eyes suddenly found the ground below you much more interesting than keigo's face. he just laughed. if you hand't felt like he had just caught you red-handed, you would have been offended. "don't worry. you're not in trouble." you could hear in his voice, that he was suppressing yet another laugh. "just worried about ya, ace."

you blinked a few times unsure of what to make of him seeming so genuine, but went back to work pretty quickly. he kept his eyes on you for a bit, as if to wait for your response. after a few seconds you just shrugged it off with a perfectly practiced 'it's fine, just a bit nervous'. he figured you had meant the concert and the crowd that had come along with it. considering it was your second shift, it made sense, that you would be nervous. you didn't feel the need to elaborate and he left you to serving drinks.

the bar got very crowded, very quickly. compared to just a few hours ago, when you thought, that it had already been full, it was now packed. you were aware that lov had amassed quite the following online, which was in big parts thanks to tomura's already huge twitch following. but you would have never guessed, that so many people would squeeze into the bar to see them play live. you overheard conversations here and there, as you made your way back from the floor to rumi. most were talking about how excited they were. some spoke about how well they liked the new ep; others of course discussed how much better or worse it held up compared to their older music. here and there you even heard comments that went something like 'oh my god, dabi is so hot! i can't wait to see him play!' or 'i hope tomura notices me, i would literally die if he looked at me!' you snorted out a quiet laugh, as rumi leaned on the alcohol shelf behind you two. her eyes followed yours, watching the group of girls that was sipping for your brother and his fellow bandmate. 

"looks like they're going on." she nodded toward the stage that was being lit by a singular spotlight.

keigo stood at the center of it, tapping lightly on the microphone in front of him. the shrill of the feedback, made you wince. keigo had noticed a couple people being put off by it and tried covering it up with an awkward laugh.

"give it up for lov!" he hadn't even finished the announcement before loud cheers already drowned out the sound of his voice. "performing their new ep 'disintegrate' for the very first time tonight!"

you doubted that anybody had been paying attention to keigo's words. right as he had finished up his introduction, the first of the band members had stepped on stage. lazily spinning his drumsticks in his hands, spinner passed keigo with a quick nod and took his spot behind the drums. he was followed by himiko skipping over to the right, where he keyboard was. even from as far away as you stood, you could see that it was plastered full with various stickers. from the moment himiko walked onto the stage, you could hear the clicking of a camera shudder and see multiple consecutive flashes coming from the crowd. ochaco was true to her word – taking pictures almost entirely exclusively of himiko. though to be fair, you would most likely do the same, if only to piss of tomura. speaking of, him and dabi came onto the stage last. both taking their place at the center, though dabi was a bit further to the left. they both slung their instruments over their shoulders, fine-tuning them before beginning to prepare for the first song of the set. you could barely hear them introduce themselves or their first song over the loud cheers that blared through the crowd. by the time the cheers and screams had died down a bit, they had played halfway through the first chorus and keigo had slipped back behind the bar.

"feel free to go up front, by the way." he pulled out a bottle of whiskey behind rumi and poured himself a glass. "talked to the owner and he said it's fine." he winked at the two of you earning himself a death glare from rumi and a deadpan expression from you. the feigned annoyance at your boss was short-lived, especially when rumi grabbed your wrist to pull the two of you through the crowd. you were sure, that she was going to get pushed back or at the very least get some nasty insults thrown at her, but most people you two passed were simply too intimidated by the woman to say a thing. that didn't save you from the salty looks cast your way. and yet, by the time they had finished the first song, you were at the very front, basically right in front of where dabi had positioned himself. when he noticed you standing in the front row, staring up at him, he threw you a cheeky smile. much to the dismay of tomura, he even added a little bass riff at the end of the song, finishing it off with a wink in your general direction. which of course, about ten other fans that stood around you two, decided, had been thrown at them. you were pretty sure, yourself, that he hadn't meant it for you specifically. rumi would have disagreed, if you had asked for her opinion, that is.

it felt like they were blasting through their songs. half an hour passed you by in a blink and suddenly they were halfway through with their set. you and rumi had gone back to the bar under the guise of at least working a little bit. (you were both standing on the bar counter dancing.) keigo had yet to complain, so you were just enjoying the moment for now. you didn't take note of the bright blue eyes trained on you, watching your every move. he hadn't even really wanted to, but he had glanced in your general direction and just noticed, that you looked like you were having the most fun out of everyone in this room. something about the way you just ignored everything around you and completely lost yourself, to the point that he was almost scared, that you would fall off the counter, kept drawing him in, even as he tore his eyes away from you to engage with the remaining crowd. 

when the band got to their last few songs, rumi and you were sitting on the counter, exhausted from dancing. the two of you were laughing so hard, that you both struggled to catch your breath, which in turn only lead to the two of you laughing even harder. sitting on the counter had gotten you a couple of reprimanding looks from keigo, but he was glad, still, that the two of you were having fun. he stood behind the bar, leaning forward so he could easily turn his head sideways to look up at the two of you. the three of you remained like this for the rest of the show, with only keigo moving every once in a while, when someone ordered another drink. every now and again he would sigh.

"if only i had staff, i paid to make drinks." he still ended up pouring all the drinks himself, even shooing you away, when you had wanted to help him.

lov had just finished the final song of their encore, leaving the stage after bowing, even though the entire crowd was screaming for them to get back out. himiko was the only one who peeked her head out from back stage one last time. though only to throw up a piece sign and stick her tongue out for ochaco to take a picture. rumi and you were forced to go back to work pretty quickly after, when the crowd stormed the bar, obviously needing their post-concert refreshment. you fell back into the same rhythm from before, chitchatting with the two of them and bickering back and forth while swiftly finishing up all the orders. 

rumi had left about two hours before the bar officially closed. technically, keigo had offered to send you home early as well, but you had just figured you would stick around and have tomura drive the two of you home. reluctantly he had accepted and let you help him out with closing. the bar was closed officially, but keigo had let the band stick around in the basement to come down from the show and have a little celebratory jam session. 

you had no idea how it had happened, really, but out of nowhere ochaco and himiko had popped up in front of the bar counter. with the latter grabbing ur wrist and dragging you along with them to the basement. the room was very small and crammed to the brim with music equipment, a battered, old couch and a little pile of what you assumed to be jackets, pants and whatever else musicians apparently needed to change on a whim. spinner had claimed the couch for himself using his drumsticks to keep a haphazard beat. tomura was sitting to his right on the floor, his trusty electric guitar was plugged in, but he wasn't playing any of their songs just jamming to the rhythm his drummer was giving him. on spinner's right was dabi, who joined in here and there with a little bass riff, to harmonise with tomura. you were in awe that he could play laying on the floor with his legs up leaning on the basement wall. the three almost hadn't heard you come in, too focused on their fun little experiment. when ochaco let the door fall shut behind her, they all looked up. 

"hey guys." spinner was the first to lift himself up and walk over to you with a welcoming smile on his face. "how'd you like it?" he was asking both you and ochaco, but it was clear that he meant pretty much only you. "i loved it." you replied immediately, recounting how amazed you had been by the variety of the songs they had played. 

"we could tell." dabi piped in. he was grinning, too, but something about his expression seemed a lot more mischievous than spinner's. "you know, 'm surprised keigs let you guys dance up there." he chuckled. his eyes almost unnoticeable trailed up and down your body. the glance was fast enough for you to figure, that you had imagined it. 

you grinned. "pretty sure, rumi would have done it regardless." "touché."

dabi looked at you one last time before turning back to his bandmates. "going for a smoke. anybody wanna join?" his eyes trailed the room, waiting for anybody to pipe up. they seemed to hang on you a little longer, than anybody else. you thought for a second. after having been stuck in the stuffy bar for hours, maybe a bit of fresh air would do you good. "i'll go." you finally said.

he nodded before leading the way to the backdoor that led to the back alley behind the bar. keigo had shown it to you once, since that was where all trash had to be disposed of at the end of the night, but he had also said, that he would never let anybody go there on his own. especially not at night. you understood why. it was a barely lit, narrow little alley; away from any type of busy street. especially at night, this alley was entirely deserted. dabi stood next to you, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his jeans' pocket. he tilted the packet toward you, waiting for you to take one. his brows knit together, when you didn't. 

"just needed some air." "ah." he nodded placing the cigarette between his lips. 

from his other jeans' pocket he pulled out a dark purple zippo lighter with some kind of stitch design on it. he flipped it open, watching as a tiny blue flame emerged. your eyes widened. you had never seen a lighter with a purely blue flame before. "cool, huh?" he grinned, bringing the flame close to his face to light the cigarette. 

he took a long drag, purposefully blowing the smoke away from your face. you appreciated it, but you wouldn't have minded it either way. home had always smelled like smoke and nobody had bothered turning away from you, then. after one, two, three more drags he held the cigarette out for you to take. you hesitated. you hadn't smoked before and to be honest, you were a bit worried, that you would embarrass yourself with a coughing fit. you doubted that you could take the embarrassment, especially coupled with the smirk that you knew would be etched onto dabi's face. "no, thanks." you smiled. "no worries."

he continued to smoke. 

"did you wanna cash in, what you were promised?"

"huh?" 

he couldn't help but chuckle at the utter confusion displayed on your face. he crossed his bare, heavily tattooed arms in front of his chest. you didn't like the mischievous glint in the far right corner of his mouth. even only knowing him for as short as you did, you know that couldn't mean anything good.

"i mean, you were promised a kiss with the show." he shrugged.

the words had left his lips so nonchalantly, as if he had just told you how the weather was. he did however find your reaction hilarious. the way your eyes had widened, when your brain had put together what his words meant and how you had to physically stop your mouth from gaping open in utter shock. he couldn't stop grinning at how genuinely shocked you were.

"oh fuck off." 

you tried your best to sound as deadpan, as you could, but you couldn't stop the grin from poking out through your sorry attempt at a blank expression. curse dabi and his damn infectious smile, you thought. he just laughed. he had obviously not meant anything by it, but he might have entertained the possibility of you actually agreeing, even if only for a split second. 

"but seriously, you guys were amazing." 

you beamed, recounting how awesome the experience had been. there was something about the real and raw excitement you showcased, that endeared him. you had such a genuinely kind way of speaking, when you talked about how great they had performed the songs and how you had enjoyed all the ad-libs dabi and tomura had bounced off of each other. you were soft, gentle in a way dabi wasn't familiar to and he felt strangely enveloped by the warmth of your excitement.

"… and that one solo you and tomu did during 'smokescreen' was so cool!" 

"also, you sounded great by the way." your smile was so sweet, it almost ached him to look at you. "i didn't know you sang, too."

he just shrugged. "usually just do backing vocals. i sing main on two songs, though."

you knew which ones he was referring to. one was at least two years old and technically unreleased – you had only heard it, when tomu had played you the demo. and the second was 'blue', which you had noticed, they hadn't performed tonight. then again, a ballad like that probably wasn't suited for a show like that.

"you definitely should sing more." you nudged him lightly. "i mean, if you like to that is."

you backtracked a bit, having realized that might have come off a bit demanding. dabi didn't seem to think so, though.

"well, since you're asking, pretty." 

he emphasized the pet name in a way that mad it clear, that it was meant to tease you a little. you decided to just ignore it. just like you ignored the way dabi's tongue played with the inside of his mouth before his face fell back into his usual cheeky grin. 

he was just about to say something else, when a vibration came from the pocket of his jeans. he pulled out his phone and immediately his face went blank. for a split second there was something unreadable in his eyes, but it was gone as quick as it had shown up. his face was now stone cold. none of the playfulness from before was visible. the blue of his eyes, though still bright, was now ice cold as he stared at her.

"i gotta go." his voice was equally as cold. 

before you could ask any type of question, he had already disappeared into the dark streets.

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in love with this omg the silly banter between them all ❤️❤️

♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

♪ ༘⋆ i. stranger danger iii. tbd

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you were already a pretty light sleeper under normal conditions, so it wasn't surprising that the loud creaking of the floorboards woke you up in the middle of the night. at first you just assumed, that tomura had gotten up to get himself a glass of water and were ready to go back to sleep without a second thought. but something didn't feel right. the steps felt heavier, too heavy for someone who had just rolled out of bed.

immediately your chest tightened. thoughts raced to your head about who the intruder could possibly be. one thought in particular clung to you, but you refused to let yourself entertain it. everything rational within you screamed for you to text tomura and get both of your asses out of here. and yet, not a second later you had hushed across your room to hear the intruder better. your ear was glued to the door, trying to make out any sound. 

there were only a few more creaks, followed by a heavy thud. the steps were a lot lighter now and the floorboards didn't creak anymore. it was safe to assume that the person had taken their shoes off. but why? if they had broken in, why would they bother taking their shoes off? you knew, you should be a lot more terrified, but for some reason you were just confused. 

a deep breath escaped your lips before you slowly pressed down the door handle. this was a stupid decision. you knew full well, that you should have probably run the other way the moment you had heard any type of noise. the smartest decision would have been to climb out the window and use the little ledge on the window sill to climb over to tomura's room and wake him up. instead you gently pushed the door open and stepped into the pitch black living room. 

you couldn't hear any steps. the sudden dead silence enveloped you like an eery, dark cloak. you had expected to see a figure move through the room, but there was none. there was no way you had imagined all of it, was there? from the door to your room, you could see the entire living room. to see the kitchen, though, you would have to round the corner, because the wall from the entry hallway that connected to the kitchen island blocked your view to it. there was a slight rustling sound again, followed by the fridge being opened? you'd never heard of people going through fridges, when breaking and entering, but in all fairness, in this economy, you couldn't blame them for trying. obviously they didn't know your brother well, though. if they did, they would know his fridge wasn't worth opening. there was never anything worthwhile in there, except for energy drinks, ice cream and half empty take-out containers if you were lucky.

"fuck's sake!" a deep voice hissed.

you were pretty sure now, that it was a guy, but you couldn't place the voice. that was much more relieving, that it should be, but a man you didn't know was very likely to be safer, than the ones you did know. still, you grabbed tomura's keys from the little bowl in the entry way – careful not to let the keychains dangle. you tiptoed over to the kitchen, the cold metal of the keys digging into your skin. you kept close to the wall, so he wouldn't see you, but by the time you reached the kitchen island, he was already walking back toward the living room. you could only hope, that he hadn't seen you yet. you pushed your body into the wall, as if that would make it swallow you. 

he stopped walking. you decided to take that second to try and at least make out some features. he was dressed so dark, that his frame almost entirely blended into the pitch black background. he was wearing a hooded jacket, hiding any feature you would have otherwise maybe seen, beneath it. his arm shifted, at least that's what you assumed it was, since your eyes still hadn't gotten used to the dark. that proved unnecessary a second after, because his elbow hit the light switch. the sudden shift in lighting momentarily blinded you and somehow turned off the alarm signals, that should have told you to get the fuck out of there.

"not running off this time?" you jumped back hearing the playful tone of his voice.

blinking a few times to get used to the very bright light, you stared up at him. when you recognized who he was, you felt both relief that he wasn't some psycho killer and a little annoyed that he had obviously noticed you a bit ago and messed with you for whatever reason. you had been right about him wearing all black, though. his thick hooded jacket covered his pitch black hair almost entirely. it didn't however cover the shit-eating grin, that he was staring down at you with.

"to be fair, you were a strange man in my brother's apartment." you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "and i was in a towel."

"fair enough." he laughed pulling the hood of his jacket down. 

even though you hadn't really looked at him, when you had bolted out of the room yesterday, you had seen his face a bunch online before. he had been everywhere together with the rest of lov, when their first single blew up. now that dabi's face was lit entirely, you could see the black ink snaking its way up his neck from below his jacket. there weren't any on his face, but he had more than enough piercings to make up for it. just from a quick glance you could see little silver balls adorning his right eyebrow, three more on the left side of his nose and he had snake bites. his black hair was tousled into every possible direction, sticking out in messy spikes. he was taller than you and a good bit broader, too, though that could just as well be the thickness of his jacket.

"didn't mean to wake you up, by the way." he unzipped his jacket and lazily dropped it onto the kitchen island. even though the hoodie that he was wearing under it was baggy and obviously intended to fit loosely, you could see the broad shoulders underneath it. the tattoos from his neck obviously continued under the collar of his hoodie.

"you're good." you smiled, awkwardly shifting your feet.

he just nodded and slumped onto the couch. you assumed that to have been the end of your conversation and where just about ready to leave, when he spoke up again. "i'm dabi by the way."

it was kind of funny that he felt the need to introduce himself, when you both knew, that you were aware who he was. maybe he just thought it was the polite thing to do. 

"y/n." you said quietly. you weren't sure if tomura had mentioned your name. himiko had told you earlier tonight, that tomura had never mentioned you, so you probably were right to introduce yourself. dabi just hummed, resting his feet on the coffee table next to three open cans of monster and the bag of chips tomura had opened sometime before you had moved in. his eyes turned to you again, looking at you, almost as if he was trying to remember something.

"wait, i know you." you furrowed your brows looking back at him. "didn't you say you didn't like lov on twitter bout a week ago?"

if only you had taken the advice of the smarter part of your brain and climbed out the window when you had the chance. you laughed awkwardly, wishing you could be anywhere but here – preferably somewhere six feet under ground. and not right in front of the bassist of the band, you had publicly claimed hating, even though it had been for a joke. the whole thing had blown up completely with their vicious fans literally blowing up your phone with hate comments and threats. you remembered vividly that somehow dabi, of all people, had found your post and even commented. tomura had found the entire thing hilarious, because of course he did. but he had never mentioned to dabi that the person who had made that viral post, was his sister.

"i didn't actually mean that." you choked out an awkward laugh. dabi's head tilted to the side. he stared at you so intensely now, as if he are genuinely curious about the explanation. you just then noticed how brightly blue his eyes were. which was only accented with the black color that was smudged all around his eyes. and it looked like he was wearing black mascara as well. "i honestly just wanted to mess with tomu. never expected that shit to blow up the way it did."

he looked at you for a good second, as if he was processing what you had just said. and then he just straight up snorted out a laugh.

"so what i'm hearing is you don't actually think we suck?" 

"didn't say that, did i?" you decided to be petty and mess with him a little. as payback for him messing with you earlier. 

from the way his eyebrow raised, you assumed that he hadn't expected that answer.

"wait for real?"

you just shrugged, trying your best to keep a straight face. he kept his bright eyes on you, trying to gauge your expression for any sign if you were being serious or not. he gave up a few seconds after.

"come on, you're killing me here."

you laughed seeing how invested he seemed to be. it was kind of nice to see, how serious he was taking this, especially since you know how much the band meant to your brother. you decided to make him suffer no longer.

"i'm kidding." it was funny to watch the actual relief on his face. "most of your stuff's actually really good."

"just most, huh?" he leaned back on the couch very quickly switching to his grin from before.

you stared at him with a deadpan expression, which of course, he found even more amusing.

"obviously not what i meant." you rolled your eyes.

dabi let out a soft chuckle, still actively amused by annoying you. even though, he was sure, that you weren't actually as annoyed as you tried to look. and he would've been right. "you have a favorite?" 

"hm?"

dabi grinned seeing your head tilt, not understanding what he wanted from you.

"favorite song, i mean." 

the question left you more stumped, than it probably should have. you had been honest with dabi, you really did like all of their music. both the heavier rock songs they played and the very few slower songs they had – even their covers were usually very nice to listen to. even though, tomura usually asked you for your opinion the moment, they released anything, you had never really been able to pick a clear favorite. though you had been able to give him an answer earlier, that was usually heavily influenced by the way you were feeling on that particular day.

"don't think i could pick that easily." you shrugged. "but i've been listening to blue from the new ep a lot."

something lit up in his eyes, when you said that. it was subtle enough, thought for you to not really register it as out of the ordinary. dabi just hummed in response, not commenting on your choice at all. silence befell the two of you. the realization hit, that it was probably well over four am in the morning and though, tomura had the ability to sleep through five fire alarms blaring at the same time and would not be woken up by the two of you just talking, you should probably sleep at some point, if you wanted to at least pretend to pay attention in your 8am class.

"i should probably head back." you said, already turning on your heel, when dabi stopped you.

"hold on." he got up from the couch and was now standing barely two feet away from you. "give me your number."

"huh?" you couldn't help but stare at him for a couple seconds. the surprise on your face was palpable and probably really obvious, but you had genuinely not expected him to say that. especially not as demanding as he did. he just smiled, completely ignoring how you had reacted, which you were sure he was doing purposefully. 

"you live here too, now. 's only fair, i give you a heads up when i'm coming over." he explained.

that made a lot of sense, actually. and it was really considerate of him. you quickly hushed into the kitchen and grabbed a little piece of paper from one of the cabinets. you quickly scribbled your number on it and handed it to him. he thanked you and haphazardly folded it before letting it slip into the side pocket of his pants. it didn't really occur to you, until then, that you had given an entirely strange guy your number, but you figured, that it wasn't that much of an issue, considering that tomura was close to him. 

"it was nice to meet you, dabi." you smiled at him. " good night."

"night, y/n."

♪ ༘⋆ backstage pass

⋆ everyone in the band is a boykisser.

⋆ himiko leans more to women, but she's had crushes on boys before (she just loves love).

⋆ touya is the only one of the guys to have had been with women before. though unlabelled, tomura and spinner have both only dated guys.

⋆ tomura will deny it, but him and touya have kissed before (on multiple occasions).

⋆ the band practices under the basement of the black wing, that keigo let's them use for free, since they play gigs in the bar for free and that brings in a lot of people

⋆ keigo actually hadn't intended of having y/n work a full shift, but she did well enough, that he decided to skip the trial shift and immediately hired her

⋆ rumi and y/n immediately clicked within ten minutes of working together. on that note, rumi spent about twenty minutes teaching y/n about the bar and the rest of the day relentlessly bullying keigo and bitching about shitty customers

⋆ himiko immediately forced both y/n and rumi to stop working when she and the band ( - dabi obviously) walked in, because she was so excited to meet tomura's sister.

⋆ they spent an hour getting to know each other and it would have been more, but spinner came up from the basement to drag her to practice

⋆ y/n had fully expected ochaco to leave, when her friends called her to go out for ice cream with her and had not at all expected to be invited. himiko tried sneaking out with them, when they went down to say bye to the band, but spinner caught her

⋆ ochaco calls all her female friends muses. she has a folder dedicated to each one, full of pictures she took (with consent ofc). himiko’s folder was already twice the size of the average when the two were still friends.

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nyquil bliss // geto suguru

when there's nothing like a fever to draw you two together

a/n: large exhale thinking abt having to make a jjk masterlist now but HEHHEHE hi jjk ppl happy to join u

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♪ ༘⋆ drawn to you — t.todoroki smau

in which tomura shigaraki’s sister is forced to move in with him. she knew of his band already, but she never expected to become close to any of them, especially not her brother’s best friend.

cw: use of alcohol, drugs and substances; illegal activities; overall very stupid, messy decision making; mentions/depictions of domestic violence; suggestive language (no explicit smut); will include written parts

♪ ༘⋆ ongoing

♪ ༘⋆ playlist

♪ ༘⋆ meet the band

♪ ༘⋆ meet the entourage

♪ ༘⋆ online shenanigans

i. stranger danger

ii. the bar for men [upcoming]

iii.

iv.

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my boss thinks you’re cute

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Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 1

It wasn’t uncommon for you to not pay attention to your surroundings, especially when it came to crowed surroundings. You often got lost in the vibrations the rippled across the floor and climbed up to your ankles as what ever song boomed from the stage that you purposely stayed far away from. Crowds weren’t your thing, but they were certainly called to your friend who always seemed to rope you into coming to things like this. If Mina knew a lot of people would be some where, best believe she planned to be there first.

Your phone is set to silent and slid into your back pocket just as your finger pressed send on your last message to the ass hole you’d just met this morning. If his sheer disinterest and lack of human decency wasn’t enough to scrunch your nose in disgust, his teasing messages about paying attention to ‘the set’ surely were able to send a crippling anxiety up your spine. You knew from the moment you met him you didn’t like him one bit- and judging by the cocky glint in his eyes that were set on you as you look up to the stage, you knew you never would.

“I’m going to get some air.” You call to Mina, who was swaying to the music that had yet to start playing. “It’s getting stuffy in here.”

“What!? Jiros about to start playing.” You recognized the high pitched whine in her voice and recoiled as her hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you planted as you desperately wished to run. “They’re only playing 3 songs, we’ll head out after! She said she’d meet us in the side alley anyway! You’ll get your air later.”

You knew that even if you wanted to (which you did) Mina wouldn’t let you miss your friend’s debut as the new lead guitarist. You just couldn’t shake the burning feeling of disbelief and anger as your eyes scan the stage, locking Eyes briefly the the drummer. You felt guilty for wanting to ditch Jiros performance but after the very short interaction and the texts from the man still watching you- you wished you could.

-

Thirty minutes pass painfully slow, every song was followed with a talking segment that lasted far too long and every song seemed to play in for hours opposed to the few short minutes they actually echoed around you. On top of your clear distaste for one of the members onstage- the crowed had begun to go wild with every passing second. You’d been bumped, elbowed and stepped on more times than you could count before Mina excitedly pulled you away from the crowed and into the ally to meet Jiro.

“Babe what gives!?” She all but shrieks as the cold wind brushes over your warm skin. “She was killin it up there and you didn’t even bib your head!”

“Sorry Mina, I just-.” You pause, unsure of what exactly you should tell her. It wasn’t fair to Jiro that a man you met a single time could ruin your night and take away any effort you had to support her. “The drummer is a dick and I didn’t know he’d be here. It just put me in a sour mood to see him up there with our girl.”

“You know Bakugou?” She asks in bewilderment, her eyes glued to the door that opens beside where the two of you stood. “Well come back to this- Jiro!! You rocked!”

Jiro was the first of four people to join you in the ally, her smile the brightest you’ve ever seen, making your guilt grow further. You really should have ignored your personal feelings and supported her the way she deserved. She was glowing, and pulling Mina into and offering you a happy wave.

“Not a fan of our music?” The gravely voice you’d heard speak a single sentence laughs from beside you. With Mina gushing to the only other person you knew here, you had no choice but to turn to face him. “I thought we did pretty good up there, so why were you scowling?”

Your breath hitches as your head turns, he was far too close for comfort and it offered you the perfect view of his very sweaty tshirt that held his crossed arms. You can’t help but take a step back, moving your eyes from his chest to meet his eyes quickly. Just like before, he seemed absolutely uninterested in your presence dispute is attempt at getting a rise out of you.

“Because your presence makes me sick.” The shaky undertone of your voice was evident, and it made his smirk grow even further. “You’re an ass, and frankly if I knew you’d be here I’d have stayed home.”

“A nameless face in the crowd wouldn’t be missed anyway, extra.” His voice was wrapped dangerously with arrogance driven venom, and it made your neck burn to hold eye contact. “The nerd sent me the money you owed me.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Finally, you find the courage to cross your own arms and glare at him. “You didn’t deserve a single penny.”

“Am I supposed to thank you for replacing the shit your dumb ass damaged?” The wind blows around you, picking up scattered pieces of trash as he waits for an answer he knew he wasn’t getting. “Curious why he paid your debt though, the guy can’t pull so I know you aren’t dating the guy.”

“For your information jackass, he has a girlfriend and has for a while.” If there’s one thing you’d put your sudden nerves away for, it would be to defend someone as kind and sweet as your neighbor. “He paid for it so I wouldn’t tell my dad what you do for a living. Again- you’re welcome.”

The others have begun to make their way toward the two of you, happy smiles and upbeat conversation traveling between them as your hate filled conversation with their friend remains obvious to them. You weren’t sure if he’d told any of his band mates how he knew you or why you’d been staring holes into his head during the performance, but you were sure none of them were aware of your fathers career or how easily you could ruin the cocky blondes beside you.

“The hell would I care what your dad thinks?” It’s sad to admit but you enjoy the fact that he’s unaware of how easily you could get him in legal trouble. You have half a mind to tell him, but he opens his mouth before you can. “You aren’t the only person who knows a police officer.”

“How-?” Your friends look between you, worried and confused glances shared between you and Bakugou as your mouth hangs open. Did Izuku tell him? “Did-?”

“Don’t think that you could ever put me in a position to ask you for a favor, including keeping your mouth shut.”

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switch up

feat: hitoshi shinsou

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coffee

— parings: todoroki touya x reader

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— synopsis: when you’ve never given your barista your actual name, so you make a mini game out of it

.ᐟ foreseeable future

k.bakugou smau

he’s your brothers best friend.

a/n: been really craving brother’s bsf bakugou sooooo here

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— 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — piedmont. —

⤥ gn!reader. no quirk au. fame au. exes -> lovers.

four years of no contact. it’s been four years since the two of you laid eyes on each other, yet that never stopped the ceaseless thoughts. after splitting to focus on your careers, you thought you would never see him again. it seemed the universe was aching to prove you wrong.

m.list. previous. next.

the piedmont.

it was a name you hadn’t heard in the long time you’d been away from home. you would often find yourself looking back onto the shared experiences held within those four walls. reminiscing in hopes of bringing any form of semblance of home back to the forefront of your mind.

now here you were, finally settled back into the confines of your own house, in your own country, in your own town. you found your career to be a blessing, but nothing beat the comfortability of your own room and your own bed.

you could practically hear the shrill voices of your friends already, celebrating the return of your coveted friend group. you had to admit, it was difficult being so far; but it wasn’t just you. it seemed the stars had finally aligned with the wishes and whispered pleading that came from the group of you. you couldn’t remember the last time you all had your feet on the same soil. yet somehow, now, you could finally look upon the faces of all those you held dear in person, instead of over the phone. sincerely, it felt like a cosmic hand had lowered itself to push you all together again.

including bringing back the one person you tried to keep locked permanently out of your racing mind.

hitoshi.

stupid fucking hand.

there was no hatred harbored in your heart toward your ex. if anything, your relationship was teetering on the border of something amiable. in a way, this was frustrating. typically a breakup creates some sort of tension, augments some sort of hatred. unfortunately, shinsou was someone who kept his nonchalance in check, making it difficult to loathe the person he was after the separation. often times, you wished he wouldn’t have made everything so easy. holding contempt for him would be easier than the complete neutral feeling you had toward him that settled within you.

neither of you made the effort to keep in touch. you broke up, went your separate ways, and kept those ways separate. until now, of course.

the finishing touches of your look finally came together, and you dissociatively stared back at your reflection.

maybe he won’t show…?

you aimlessly tapped your finger on the bathroom counter that you found yourself leaning on. repeatedly tapping, tapping, tapping, until you had to forcefully pull yourself from the solid grasp of your overthinking.

who cares if he’s there? we’re cool. him and i are cool. we’re friends. stop freaking out.

pulling yourself together, you placed each strand of hair in its rightful position, smoothed what wrinkles you could from your outfit, and turned on your heel out of the bathroom. one foot in front of the other. until you reached your front door and finally hustled yourself out of the house.

tonight was about seeing your favorite people. tonight was not about worrying over a guy you dated. you might’ve been exes, but you were still friends. somewhat.

the buzzing that came from your phone in your hand caught your attention as you carefully locked the door behind you.

⎯⎯⎯⎯

bright neon letters shone in front of you, illuminating the features on your anticipated expression. katsuki’s car parked a few spaces away gave you the indication that the others were definitely waiting for you inside. the moment you stepped through the door of the building your senses were met with music on high volume, voices reverberating, bodies bustling, and ten pairs of eager eyes. it wasn’t hard to pick them out of the crowd. it never was.

your feet were barely able to carry you to where your friends stood, before you were met with their expected clamor.

“oh my god!” a voice sprung in your ear, bringing a wide smile to the canvas of your face. your arms were quick to reciprocate the hug uraraka had engulfed you in, giving her a tight squeeze that said ‘i missed you too’.

you gave this same treatment to the rest of your friends, giving one hug after another; saying words of greeting to whoever found themselves in your embrace.

it was strange how each person seemed to look the exact same as the last time you saw them, yet, sporting aspects you had yet to witness first hand. it made you feel better knowing the people you grew up with hadn’t changed too much. adulthood made your friends before you glow in a radiance that suited them well.

“you look good,” hanta expressed, draping an arm around your shoulders, “finally found a sense of style, i see.”

his smirk didn’t do well from deterring the playful hit you landed on his abdomen, “i’ve always had style, asshole.”

you found yourself, moments later, with a drink in your hand and a smile still stubbornly adorning your face as you watched the people surrounding you catch up as if no time had passed.

denki still had the same sense of humor that made your face hurt, and it was showcased perfectly as kirishima retorted the banter with ease. the feeling of nostalgia ran high; everyone was finally back and you couldn’t have felt more comfortable than in this moment.

the group of you huddled around a small standing table a good distance from the bar, leaning on each other for stability.

“is shinsou not coming?” izuku asked through the noise that filtered through the air. a few shared glances between the eleven of you ended in awkward side eyes pointed in your direction.

“stop looking at me like that,” you chuckled out.

it wasn’t a foreign notion to your friends that shinsou was a touchy subject. you tried time and time again to reassure that ya’ll were okay with each other. yet, even still, talk of shinsou was treated like taboo if you were in the vicinity. it was mainly to accommodate you, which you thought was a sweet gesture.

a few awkward laughs permeated through the group.

your eyes rolled slightly, “guys, really, it’s okay to talk about him. i’m not going to explode if i hear his name.”

“you sure about that?” katsuki retorted as he stared at you over the rim of his cup, one of his brows arched.

midoriya landed a soft jab into bakugou’s side, causing the blonde to jump with a frustrated grunt. you watched the two silently mouth profanities to each other, eliciting a giggle from your throat.

jirou grabbed your empty hand from where her and denki stood across you, “we just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” her thumb caressed the back of your hand gently. she was always so careful with you, so attentive, “i wouldn’t imagine talking about your ex isn’t very thrilling.”

“it’s thrilling for toshi,” denki blurts, “y/n is his favorite topic, actually.”

kaminari laughed proudly at his own words while the rest of the group laughed along with him. you chuckled awkwardly, letting your gaze fall to the lacquered wood that your fingers mindlessly traced shapes into. you knew hitoshi well enough to remember his tendencies, but even so, you weren’t particularly excited to learn whether he ever got over you after all these years. you had tried your best to move on and create something for yourself without letting him cloud your mind, and you hoped he was able to find the same path. according to denki, however, it seemed shinsou hadn’t let go quite yet.

or maybe denki was joking and you were mistakenly taking his words to heart. either way, why should you care? it wasn’t your problem if hitoshi had left things in the past or not. you and him hardly talked anyhow. what he grappled with in his own time was his responsibility, and you weren’t going to worry yourself over something you had left behind years prior.

“this conversation is not passing the bechdel test,” toga sighed.

you nodded your head in agreement, silently pleading for any kind of topic change, ”uh, how is the short film coming along?”

ochako and himiko beamed brightly at your question.

“our team is great,” ochako began, suddenly ripe with excitement, “the filming process has been so fun because the actors actually love being apart of the project —“

“unlike last time,” toga playfully interrupted.

uraraka rolled her eyes, intertwining her arm with the blonde’s and turning back to you.

“do you think you could take some photos for us again?” she questioned with big eyes, “we want some promo shots and a picture for the poster.”

you cracked a smile, grateful that your friends trusted you with this task. last time you helped them was during the beginning of both your careers, and now, the three of you had grown so much, “of course i will.”

the abruptness of denki’s sudden excited movements jarred you out of the moment you had happily sunk into.

“shinsou, over here!”

it’s almost as if something otherworldly pushed your head in his direction. without meaning to, almost completely subconsciously, you quickly looked over your shoulder to find his brooding eyes already locking intently with yours. even though four years had passed, and even though he stood halfway across the crowded bar, he still looked the same as the day you left.

you should look away. you know you should. but, the way you watched shinsou visibly stop in his tracks, watched his demeanor instantly change almost as if to adjust to your presence, had your eyes glued to the boy. you were so lost in your stare that you almost didnt notice monoma pop out from behind him, annoyingly pushing hitoshi to where the rest of you resided.

you swiftly turned your gaze away and back to your friends who were watching you closely. embarrassingly so.

“way to be nonchalant,” hanta said quietly in your ear. you shot him a glare and he was quick to back off after letting out a chuckle.

“don’t worry guys,” neito said from behind you as the pair neared the group, “the fun has finally arrived,” you could practically hear his stupid smirk. everyone let out a collective groan, wishing he would crawl back into the dank hole he most definitely derived from.

but you didn’t dare turn back, especially not when you could feel hitoshi standing directly behind you, virtually blocking you from turning to leave.

monoma joined the rest of you, slipping himself between denki and sero, yet shinsou didn’t move. his figure stayed put, standing comfortably in your shadow.

should i say something?

you watched the others banter about while it took far too long for you to convince yourself to greet him from where he stood behind you. when you finally did, turning your head over your shoulder, his eyes were already locked with yours.

has he just been staring at the back of my head?

“hey,” you said through the noise filtering through the bar, giving him an awkward smile.

shinsou shot a smile back, taking your spoken word as his sign to move his feet that felt glued to the floor from the moment he walked in, “hey.”

hitoshi took the barely open spot next to you, keeping his hands snug within his jean pockets. the silence between the two of you was suffocating — palpable. yet in that suffocation, was a comfort you had been without for four years. you were ashamed to say you missed it, even. you both watched the others as they engaged in conversation, but neither of you spoke; only listened.

“i’m going to the bar,” hitoshi said to you, leaning his body into yours to grab your attention, “want something?” he asked, pointing to the empty drink you held tightly in your hand.

you stared at the glass, not quite able to tell if you were glad it was empty or wished you could will it back to fullness.

your head nodded, “uh, yeah…sure.”

“you, uh,” he raised a brow, “wanna come with me?”

maybe it was how crowded the bar was, or how loud everything had suddenly become, but hitoshi seemed closer than before and you felt your breath stop short in your throat.

all you could muster was a single nod of your head, which was enough for him to take the lead with you close behind him.

reaching the bar, you ordered your drinks as you made yourself comfortable next to him.

“since when are you a beer guy?” you ask with a slight chuckle.

hitoshi shot back a grin, “since i have to drive home.”

“you came with monoma right?” you asked, remembering how they walked in together. shinsou nodded his head, “couldn’t you make him drive?”

you both looked over to where the rest of the group stood across the room. monoma was interjecting into every conversation, loud as usual as he sipped on the drinks of your friends.

“you’re joking, right?”

a laugh slipped from your mouth, “yeah, i don’t even know why i asked.”

he looked over at the drink that rested on the wood in front of you — the drops of condensation slowly making its way to stain the surface. shinsou watched as you slowly circled the rim of the glass with your finger.

“who’s driving you home?”

you turned to look him the in the eye for the first time since taking your place at the front bar, “me,” you replied.

the way he raised a single brow at your word elicited a roll from your eyes, “do i need to take that away from you?” he asked, a smirk painting his face.

“shut up,” you replied with a scoff, turning your head to hide the smile that slowly formed on your lips.

this felt natural — felt good. you were ashamed to say how much you missed talking with him like this. the casualness of it all brought a comfort to your soul.

“if you need a ride, i can drive you.”

why can’t i stop fucking smiling?

“i won’t,” you stated, meeting his gaze once again, “need a ride, that is. uh…thanks, though.”

the interaction ended as quick as it started; silence radiating between the two of you. shinsou kept his eyes trained on you as you looked away, losing yourself in thought once more.

“so,” he shimmied himself closer to your figure, keeping his elbows planted firmly on the bar. well, as firmly as he could considering his nerves were shot just being beside you again.

you giggled without meaning to, “so.”

how long had you been standing here? what really lasted seven minutes felt like three hours.

“you look different,” he instantly thought to mend his wording when you shot him a side eye, “good different. you look really good.”

“you look the same.”

a chuckle you knew far too well flooded your ears, “that means i’ve still got it. i knew my youthful glow was noticeable,” he laughed again when you rolled your eyes, “i can let you in on my skincare routine if you want.”

“and you’re still a smart ass, too. good to know,” he could tell you were messing with him by how wide your grin was. he could never forget the way your face glowed when you laughed. he always saw it in his head, but he was grateful to see it in person again.

“what’ve you been up to?” hitoshi turned his body so he could face you completely, leaning his side against the hardwood.

“denki told me you’ve been good at keeping up with that sort of thing,” you eyed him with a subtle grin.

“what sorta thing?”

good to know he still hadn’t stopped doing the ‘playing stupid on purpose’ act, “me.”

you giggled to yourself when he bowed his head with a dramatic sigh.

“first of all,” he started, “believing that ass hat is actually crazy. kudos to you for trusting a single word out of his mouth, you are so brave.”

you now turned your body to face shinsou completely, mimicking the way he stood, “is there a second of all?”

“do you want there to be?”

your shoulders shrugged and you still couldn’t wipe the smile from your face; your cheeks were starting to hurt, “maybe,” you responded.

hitoshi nodded his head slowly, taking in your features with a smirk resting comfortably on his face, “do you keep up with what i’ve been doing?”

“please,” you scoffed, “i have much better things to do with my time,” you playfully rolled your eyes and he took a swig of his drink, “i mean, it’s hard to not know what you’re up to when your name is in every headline right now,” you answered honestly.

“oh, so you are keeping up,” he wore a disgustingly shit eating grin, “that’s cute.”

“don’t even with me, stalker.”

another silence settled in the air between you and hitoshi. you looked away from him, opting to watch your friends as they kept a conversation going. toga was elaborately telling some sort of story which had kirishima hunched over with laughter. you watched them as shinsou watched you — admiring the way your lips pouted, the swoop of your nose, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you blinked.

you weren’t oblivious to the way his eyes were glued to you. he had always done this.

“what?” you asked, cocking your head as you caught his gaze with yours.

“nothing,” the way he stared at you was pure and inquisitive, taking in every piece of you that he could, “just…haven’t seen you in a while.”

“takin’ in the view, huh?” you said with an awkward chuckle, obviously messing around. you didn’t know how to combat his sincerity with anything other than a joke. who could blame you. it had been four years since you spoke to him; which was was to break up and say goodbye.

“yeah. if you’re good with that.”

you knew it was obvious how your breath caught in your throat by the way his lips curled into a grin. the most you could do was stare — stuck blinking at the boy in front of you.

since when was he this bold?

“hey! you guys!” izuku’s voice cut through the air that grew thick between the few inches that separated you and hitoshi.

midoriya beckoned the two of you over back to the group.

“probably suggesting to hit up another place,” he said to you as you downed the rest of your drink, “you gonna go?”

“it’s not like i have anything else to do,” you responded, finally moving your feet to carry yourself back to where the night started.

“cool,” he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, “cool.”

you giggled silently to yourself at his single word response as he practically attached himself to you, following as close as he could behind you.

“you’re still a fuckin’ dork.”

a/n: the way i hit every roadblock imaginable trying to come up with ANYYYY interaction for this chapter actually had me tweaking. dni. ANYWAY!!! as u can tell i gave the chapters namesss, which are song names!!! specially songs from the don’t dream it’s over playlist which u should totally listen to btw hehehe (im very proud of that playlist and need someone to appreciate it)

ALSO!! this would probably count as a “backstage” piece of info BUT in my head PwA sounds like a mix of the bands slowdive, fleshwater, and destroy boys soooo do with that what you will

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