Bakugou Who Has A Crush On You And Cares About You In A Subtle Yet Aggressive Way... *deep Inhale*

Crystalflies and Calla Lilies

kaeya x reader

word count: 801

warnings: not proof read

although Kaeya has never been keen on celebrating his birthday, you just couldn't help yourself

a/n; I would have written and posted this yesterday had I not been so busy. it's a bit rushed as you may be able to tell but I still wanted to post something for kaeya because he deserves it. happy belated birthday to my beautiful wife!

When you came knocking on Kaeya's door at exactly 12.00 am he was worried to say the least. He was expecting some kind of threat or danger to succeed the sound of your voice at such an hour. So when he opened the door, weapon at the ready, to you beaming with a radiant smile akin to the sunlight at noonday, that worry immediately dissipated, leaving only confusion behind. And he sunk further into this confusion when you dragged him from out of his quarters and out of the walls of Mondstadt.

He quickly gave up on questioning what exactly you were doing, simply going with the flow, a soft chuckle escaping his lips each time he caught the determined glint in your eye. You refused to answer his questions or respond to any teasing or gentle taunts, just telling him to keep following you. So he did. He followed you past Springvale and even past the Winery until the two of you reached a more secluded but still atmospheric and scenic part of Mondstadt.

All of a sudden, you let go of his hand and started running forwards in front of the two of you. You stopped abruptly before throwing your hands in the air and whisper-yelling ‘surprise!’.  This made Kaeya really pause to take a look around. You stopped by a river bank decorated by all kinds of flowers, mainly snapdragons and, your lover’s favourite, calla lilies. The night sky was illuminated by the numerous crystalflies dancing in the air while the moon light waltzed with them on the surface of the water. With you in the middle, the scene was absolutely breathtaking.

“What’s all this?” Kaeya breathed out, not even bothering to mask the genuine surprise in his voice.

“A little birthday gift for you since I know you didn’t want any grand gestures! Happy birthday”, you spoke, trying to contain your excitement.

You knew that your partner was never particularly fond of celebrating his own birthday, he never really enjoyed anything that meant drawing attention to or dwelling on himself for too long. For this reason, he has always avoided birthday celebrations and even tries to elude telling people his birthday much like when he told Klee he was born on the 31st of February. He knew he shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was that the person he loves the most wanted to celebrate the day he came into existence in a way he would be comfortable with but he just couldn't help it.

“Thank you sweetheart,” he murmured while swiftly catching a crystalfly in his fist before unfurling his fingers to reveal only the crystal core.  “Truly, thank you.”

He neatly tucked it within your hair so that it rested on top of your ear and gave your temple a gentle kiss as he pulled away. And it was then that with both eyes revealed to you, you saw Kaeya bare and as he was – uncertain but still grateful – and the stars in his eyes glimmered with adoration for you.

“I didn’t really do much”, you smiled, enjoying the view of your boyfriend under the moonlight, the luminous crystalflies fluttering around seemingly highlighting him.

“You know,” Kaeya began as he lowered himself to the ground and started picking the calla lilies one by one. “It’s been so long since I celebrated my birthday that I actually forgot about it until now.”

A wistful smile made its way across his lips and you didn’t miss the melancholy glint in his eyes as he looked at the flowers in his hands.

“Well, I’m glad to be the first to celebrate with you after all this time”, you spoke softly as you sat down besides him, picking a flower out of his hand to place gently behind his ear.

Your tenderness rendered Kaeya speechless, leaving him struggling to choose words that could accurately express his feelings in that moment. He felt as though his heart wasn’t supposed to carry so much love for anyone in his lifetime so all of that love was overflowing in that moment, cutting off the connection between his brain and mouth. Though that didn’t matter, he didn’t need to say anything because you started speaking first.

“You’ve given me an idea, actually”, you sprung up on your two feet. “Crystal cores would be good for styling your hair, no?”

And as Kaeya watched you clumsily leap and stagger around in attempts to catch crystalflies as opposed to his sleek movements from earlier, he wondered if you were even aware of what he was really thanking you for earlier. Not only had you made him start to enjoy the thought of seeing another birthday, you also made him realise that he truly wasn’t alone anymore. Because of you, he never would be again.

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Professor Zhongli hcs but you’re his spouse and not his student

Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: i just. I just think he’s really neat

Also I’m not booing the works that have prof zhongli x student reader, i just thought this concept here is cute

Read [pt.2] here

Well starting off, he’s an exceptional teacher, very gentle and patient. Many students have definitely lit up at his youthful and handsome looks, before noticing the ring adorning his finger.

He’s very loved by his students, but they all have the habit of making him swerve from the actual topic sometimes. Beforehand, he usually went on about historical events and all the details he has somehow memorised, sometimes even bringing his own pictures of certain locations as source material.

He’s always dressed nicely, either a vest and a crisp shirt with dress pants and leather shoes, a nice dress shirt or a simple sweatshirt. But the one thing that makes it really special, something that his students don’t know, is that you actually dress him in the morning sometimes.

Every morning, when he wakes up and has basked in your presence for at least ten minutes you two wash up in the bathroom and get ready. Small kisses exchanged and giggly smiles adorning your faces.

He thinks it’s adorable when you stand before him, tongue sticking out in concentration when you tie his necktie, adjusting it before kissing his cheek lightly to seal the deal. Your lover really can’t help but tug you back into his arms to nudge his nose with yours.

Now the thing is that everyone knew that their very simpable teacher is married, but no one had ever seen you and some can’t stop but wonder about you.

But oh boy.

One time you showed up because you noticed that your love had forgotten his phone and lunch at home because of a rushed morning.

dumbass didn’t forget to give you a quick kiss on the cheek though, freaking priorities duh

So you came into his lecture room right before you’d thought his students would shuffle in, but many early attenders happened to witness the whole loving exchange of their teacher with the mystery person.

INSTANT SHIPPING

SHIPPING INTENSIFIES WHEN THEY SEE HOW ADORINGLY HE LOOKS AT YOU

maybe some even kinda start simping for you(?)

He’s just too distracted by your presence to care much, so he’d gingerly cup you cheek and thank you with his charming glint.

Secretly, he likes showing his spouse off a little, so it might just happen that he “forgets” things at home for you to bring him one or two more times a week.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

characters : sanzu haruchiyo; imaushi wakasa; haitani ran; mitsuya takashi; hanemiya kazutora; sano shinichiro x gn!reader genre : slight angst if you squint; slightly suggestive in mitsuya's and kazutora's parts; fluffy fluffy fluffy warnings : none a/n : haikyuu version | hello :D i'm back from the ded yayayay don't worry i'm slowly working on my requests as well, pls be patient with me sobsobsob (not proofread bc yes) hope you enjoy my loves <3

SANZU pouted at you as you took away his bottle of pills, whining loudly at the glare you sent his way when he tried to get up from the couch he was laying on to get his treasured drugs back. “you’ve had enough, haruchiyo,” you scolded, putting the small bottle on top of the coffee table and sending a warning look to your boyfriend as a way to remind him that he cannot touch it.

before he could think of a scheme to get it back, you nestled into his arms, his body trapped under yours as you comfortably laid on him, nuzzling his neck and peppering his skin with small kisses while muttering about how he’ll start seeing sounds and hearing colors if he kept it up. you earned a low chuckle, sanzu’s hands finding your hair to play with it. you stayed in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s warmth and touches. your eyes felt heavy, breath evening and limbs relaxing at the tender attention you were receiving. you felt sanzu kiss the top of your head softly, one hand stroking your back while the other caressed your hair, pulling your face slightly closer to the crook of his neck.

“i’m sorry i’m like this,” he whispered lowly against your hair, voice strained by the wave of emotions that suddenly crashed onto him when he realized how tired you probably were from his behavior, how the idea of leaving him behind has probably crossed your mind more than once and he wouldn’t even try stopping you because he knew, he was aware that he was too mu- “haru, baby, don’t say that,” you murmured, sensing his distress, “don’t apologize for the way you are,” and sanzu hated how understanding and loving you were towards him even when he was convinced he didn’t deserve any of this. yet you still found a way to make him believe that he mattered, and he hated how any word you would say, he would believe in.

you heard a sniffle and felt damp cheeks pressed to your head. raising up slightly, you wiped his tears with your thumbs, heart soft and warm at the devotion and love swimming in his entrancing blue eyes. you leaned down, kissing his scars softly before pressing a last kiss to his lips. “i love you, haru, i hope you know that. and i’ll never get tired of you, don’t be silly,” you playfully scolded and sanzu wanted to believe in your words, he wanted to believe in them so bad and so he did, pulling you into another kiss.

WAKASA’s lips curled into a little smile as he noticed you enter shinichiro’s shop, waiting for you in the garage where he was working on a bike. “hi doll,” he greeted you, wiping his hands on a towel you lended him and gesturing for you to stand between his parted legs. his hands rested on your waist, head slightly tilted up to look at you, lilac, slightly droopy eyes locking with yours as the usual deadpan expression he beheld was replaced with a small smile that never left his face with you around.

you leaned down, kissing his lips shortly, sweetly before pulling away, hands resting on his shoulders while his own found their way on your hips, thumbs drawing lazy circles over your clothes and sending slight shivers down your spine whenever they reached the skin beneath your shirt. “missed you sweetheart,” he confessed, taking your hand in his and pecking the back of it, chuckling at your flustered expression. wakasa then patted his lap, urging you to sit on his thigh which you ended up doing after making sure no one was around, arms wrapped around his neck while his hand rested on your knees.

“tell me about your day,” wakasa asked, fingers dancing lightly on your thighs, palms stroking over your legs from time to time. your boyfriend nosed at your cheek playfully, kissing it tenderly as he listened with unwavering attention the sweet melody of your voice telling him with extra detail what happened during your day, his only replies being quiet hums and inaudible ‘yeah?’’s whispered against your skin, face buried into your neck while leaving butterfly-like kisses over the delicate flesh and smiling softly at your barely swallowed down giggles while asking him to stop teasing you and let you finish - which he, of course, didn’t.

before you could finish rambling about how you were excited about the date you two had scheduled a few days ago for this weekend, you heard a loud sigh and - already knowing who it belonged to - you turned your head towards the garage’s entrance where you found shinichiro rolling his eyes at the scene unfolding before him - you sitting on his friend’s lap while the latter was nuzzling into your neck. “jealous much?” wakasa teased, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “shut up,” the eldest sano grumbled, leaving you two chuckling into each other’s arms.

RAN sighed in content as he leaned his back against the marble of the bathtub. his knees were bent, legs spread as you comfortably sat between them, your own back leaning against his chiseled chest. the water was warm, borderline hot, light dimmed and a few scented candles were melting around the bathroom, their scent tickling your nostrils gently and drawing a soft smile on your lips while ran’s hands massaged your hair and stiff shoulders.

you felt at ease there, sitting between ran’s long, skinny limbs, his arms wrapping around your middle to keep you still and close against him. “m’feel good, pretty,” he mumbled behind you, his head dropping on your bare, damp shoulder and sighing contently while you placed your hands on the ones resting on your stomach. you answered with a hum, skin tingling with the open-mouth kisses ran left on your shoulder before moving to your neck, playfully biting on the delicate flesh and chuckling lowly as you yelped. you could fall asleep like this if it weren't for ran’s occasional bites on your skin. the warm bath made you feel sleepy, ran’s low humming almost lulling you into a peaceful slumber while the hot water helped you relaxing your sore muscles.

you started noticing a shift in his touches, turning softer, gentler, his playful bites turning into tender pecks as he whispered sweet nothings into the shell of your ear, pressing his lips against your cheek with every praise he lovingly cooed at you. “m’love ya baby,” he drawled out, turning your head to push his lips against yours. “ran, m’tired,” you muttered, against his mouth. “you’re tired?” he repeated with a soft tone, a loving smile curling his lips up as he gazed down at you with adoration. you leaned back against him, eyes droopy with exhaustion as you nodded. through your sleepy haze, you heard ran get out of the water and soon enough, you were bundled in a warm towel after ran had rushed to put on a pair of sweatpants.

gently, he dressed you into a shirt of his and bottoms, laying a kiss on your forehead as he chuckled with the way you blinked up at him, a tired smile drawn on your face. “you’re so cute,” he breathlessly laughed, squishing your cheeks between his hands, lilac eyes softening with fondness when you whined something about wanting to sleep. “there, there pretty thing,” he cooed, scooping you into his arms, “let’s get you to sleep, hm?” ran walked into the bedroom, laying on the soft mattress before joining you, his arms finding their way around your waist to pull you into his chest. you nestled into ran’s arms, face nuzzling into his neck as you smiled when he layed a last kiss on the top of your head. “sweet dreams love.”

MITSUYA’s fingers flew over your body, leaving father light touches that had you squirming where you stood, your blood rushing to your face in hot waves and you hoped takashi couldn’t feel the heat under his fingertips when he cupped your face with his warm hands, tilting your head up as he whispered something about almost being over with his current work. you simply nodded, not trusting your voice and barely registering his words with the way his soft lips brushed against yours, hot breath fanning over your mouth with every word.

“stay still for me, love,” mitsuya mumbled lowly, leaning back slightly to make sure the measuring tape was straight. you gulped as quietly as you could when you got a clear view of his face. dark and lavender strands falling gracefully over his attractive features, one hand tilting his glasses back up before grabbing the pen behind his ear in a swift motion. his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, lips jutted out slightly as he focused on his work and you had to physically stop yourself from cooing at how endearing he looked the longer he stayed concentrated. you had the urge to lean forward and press your lips against his forehead just to watch his features relax even just a little and his smile light up his face in a warm glow and - oh, you were so stupidly in love you thought. you didn’t notice you were smiling until mitsuya called out your name.

“what were you thinking about?” he asked, not removing the measuring tape from around your waist while throwing his pen and glasses on the desk next to him where all the you’ve been helping him with today was lying. gazing into his lavender eyes, you didn’t think twice before answering “you,” only to slap your hand against your mouth once you’ve realized what you’ve just uttered. embarrassment rushed into you in big waves at the sound of your boyfriend’s amused chuckle, his fingers lightly pinching your cheek as he looked at you with overwhelming love swimming in his entrancing irises.

“you’re so cute,” he smiled, tugging on the measuring tape to pull you even closer to him, hands dropping the material so they could replace it, gently resting on your waist while his thumbs circled your sides softly, fingers sparking a fire on your skin through your clothes. “such a pretty thing,” he cooed lovingly, relishing in the way you tried to escape his gaze. one hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up so you could meet his eyes once again despite your whining. “don’t go shy on me now,” he teased, kissing your lips sweetly. “we’re only getting started.”

KAZUTORA hummed happily as he stuffed his mouth full with the pastry you ordered for him at the café you two stopped by, an adorable smile tugging at his lips at the sweet strawberry-flavored cream melting on his tongue. you chuckled at his behavior, leaning over the table to wipe the side of his lips with your thumb and smiling at how his happy little dance stopped short when you licked your finger clean, teasingly winking at his flushed face and laughing when he looked away from you, grumbling something under his breath. so cute, you internally cooed.

ever since his release a few weeks ago, you made it your goal to show kazutora around and help him get used to his new environment - and mostly, his new life. you dragged him into chifuyu’s pet shop a week after he got his freedom where he now worked at and you urged him to follow you around every weekend so you could make him visit the town during your dates. and kazutora couldn’t be more thankful to have you by his side when you were so patiently waiting for him for ten years, paying him visits every time you could and now this, you helping him get accustomed to his new chance at life. at the sight of the tears brimming his honey-colored eyes, you couldn’t help the panic that settled in you, eyes widening and words stuck in your throat.

“kazu, angel, why are you crying?” you inquired, changing spots so you could sit beside him. “did i do something wrong?” you questioned, receiving a shy shake of his head in response. his hair cascaded down his shoulders in dark and blonde waves, earring jingling with his every move and he looked devastatingly beautiful despite the tears spilling down his flushed cheeks, shoulders shaking as hiccups fell down his cherry-colored lips and you felt a rush of guilt when you couldn’t stop yourself from finding him pretty even while. you had other matters at hand right now, you reminded yourself. “do you want to go home?” you asked, burying your previous thoughts away as guilt ate you up when his glassy eyes met yours.

“no,” he croaked out, shaky hand grabbing yours. “i’m just s-so grateful t-to have you w-with me,” he admitted, stuttering and hiccuping and you hated yourself for finding him so adorable. “i’ll always be there, angel,” you cooed lovingly, cupping his face and pressing a sweet, short kiss to his red-bitten lips. “promise i won’t ever leave you,” you breathed out against his mouth, feeling his breath stutter at your words and more tears started streaming down his pretty face as you sealed your promise with another kiss, smiling at the sweet taste of strawberries meeting your tongue.

SHINICHIRO’s heart performed little somersaults in his chest at the feeling of your hands gripping his shirt tighter, arms secured around his slim waist and squeezing whenever he sped up his motorcycle. the streetlights were passing by quickly, almost too fast, cold air slapping your face as a wide smile spread over your features. you relished in this freeing feeling, this carelessness. you were convinced your boyfriend was smiling as he revved his engine, speeding up every once in a while just to feel you cling to him.

it was a rather chilly summer night and you were glad that the eldest of the sano family had wrapped his jacket around your shoulders despite your whining when he picked you up earlier. at a red light, shinichiro turned around to face you. “feel good, doll?” he asked, smiling softly at the enthusiastic nod you offered as an answer. he chuckled then, turning forwards once the light turned green and drove around the city for long minutes that passed by too quickly in your opinion. an hour or two later, you found yourself in front of your house, saying goodbye to your boyfriend, remembering how he had asked you out in the same spot two weeks earlier with a smile on your face.

shinichiro placed his hand on the back of your head, using it to pull you close and kiss your forehead. “good night, pretty,” he smiled at you, “i’ll text you in the morning,” he then said, turning around to get to his bike. but before he could step out of the porch, you reached for his hand and pulled him back to you, shyly looking down in an attempt to hide your incapacity of forming your request with words without burning in shame under his unwavering dark gaze. so you did the first thing that came to your mind.

slowly, you reached for his hair at the back of his head, pulling his face closer to yours and you watched in endearment and amusement how his face turned red at the sudden proximity, how your lips brushed against each other’s as you gazed into his eyes. before he could wuss out - as wakasa tended to say - you pressed your lips against his, taking your time to roam your fingers through his hair and pulling away with a satisfied smile on your face, opening the door to your house and shutting it behind you after shouting a see ya tomorrow, baby! and leaving a crimson, stunned and speechless shinichiro behind.

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i. my youth is yours / eren jaeger ( attack on titan ). 

The reason why Eren is the way he is right now is that you have always been part of his youth.

wc: 1,672 

a/n: takes place in a modern setting of marley, where eren & the reader are both 22 years old and college students. 

Eren has known you since he was ten years old.

It started in the fifth grade when he first saw you on the first day. Back then, he thought nothing special of you. You were around his age, a classmate of his, and just someone who sits at a desk that was arranged next to him. Someone as sweet and nice as you shouldn’t be friends with someone as fearsome and abrupt as him, but fate had other plans in store for him.

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[ 𝟏𝟐:𝟏𝟑 𝐀𝐌 ] — 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎

It’s midnight, and Todoroki is huddled under the blankets, nose peeking out as he watches you shuffle around the room. His left leg aches immensely, but he doesn’t want to tell you that, you’ll only fuss over him more.

But he supposes you know with the way you’ve come over and gently tucked a pillow under it, elevating it slightly. He blinks at the action.

“How’d you know?” His voice is raspy from all the yelling from earlier—today’s battle against a villain on the streets was a bit more gruesome than on any other usual Thursday night.

“Well it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out,” you huff. “You limped when you walked through the door. You’re supposed to tell me the truth when I ask are you okay?”

Todoroki doesn’t say anything for a moment, eyes focusing on the loose shirt you wore, collar just a bit stretched out, its hue significantly dimmer than when it was in its crisp, brand new condition. In all honesty, it was just about ready to be thrown away, but you always insisted on keeping it.

It was the first shirt you’d stolen from him, and for some reason, it held value to you that he couldn’t understand.

Then again, Todoroki supposes he’s the same way—not that you don’t know it. He’s a lot more subtle about it, a lot less open about things he holds dear to him. But somehow, you manage to see through him anyway.

The coffee mug you first offered him hot chocolate in still sits in your collection, and it’s wordlessly become his—even though it’s paint is chipped and it’s handle is cracked. The blanket on the couch, threads frayed and loose, sits there for him to pull over the two of you—much like you did the first time you cuddled him.

There’s about a million other random things, all old and well past their lifetime, and they’re all strewn across the apartment—like little trophies of your relationship, that’s how you both treat them.

Clearing his throat, Todoroki offers you a simple “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to worry you.”

And you give him a stern “you’ll only worry me more when I realize you lied.” Reaching over, you push back a strand of hair from his face, tracing his scar gently with your thumb. “I’ll always realize, Shoto.”

He knows, he really does. He doesn’t know why he’s not yet used to it by now, but Shoto knows that you’ll always realize the tiny things. He likes the attention, he thinks. He doesn’t always know how to respond, or even how to process it, but Todoroki Shoto lives to be seen by you, he wants always to be seen by you.

“I’ll tell you next time.” You chuckle, shaking your head gently.

“No you won’t. But it’s okay, baby, I’ll just have to take care of you even better next time,” you whisper. And gently, you lean down, capturing his lips into a kiss, and suddenly, Todoroki’s in high school again, frozen in shock and unsure what to do or how to reciprocate.

But he gets the hang of it, he always does. He kisses back just as passionately in a moments time, remembering he’s not in high school anymore. And he’s come far.

“My throat is a bit scratchy,” he offers—even though you already know. But you still nod seriously.

“Got it, I’ll get the tea started. Anything else, my dear patient?” He thinks for a moment.

“I’m pretty cold,” he adds.

“Oh,” you smile. “Well, I thought these blankets would be enough, but I can get more.”

“But those aren’t as warm,” he pouts, though you doubt he’s aware of that.

“I can crank up the heat—”

“I want you to keep me warm,” he says bluntly, cheeks dusted red at the admittance. They turn a shade darker when you chuckle.

“I know. I’ll be back soon, you big baby. With your tea and cuddles.” He mumbles a quiet good as you get up, and you tuck the blanket under his chin again as you stand, staring down at him softly.

Todoroki’s gone from being used to that look to losing it in his childhood, and he holds onto it tightly when it comes to you. He only gets that look from you anymore, but he finds you’re the only one he really wants it from anyway.

His hand grips your wrist before you can turn and walk away.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I promise I’ll show you.”

And something about your smile makes the ache in his leg and the scratchiness of his throat get pushed to the back of his mind. Especially when you whisper “I love you too, Shoto. You do show me, I promise.”

this is a repost from my old blog

~ bnha characters and what texts they’d send you after you’ve passed away

requested by anonymous

includes: takami “hawks” keigo, todoroki “dabi” touya, togata mirio, amajiki tamaki, shigaraki tomura, todoroki natsou

warnings: angst, death, it hurt to write these ngl

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haha I wrote Todoroki x reader fanfiction

Summary: You call Todoroki to ask him out on a date and it completely catches him off guard! He doesn’t know what to think of your feelings but luckily his friends are there to give him some encouragement.

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Todoroki fished his phone out from his pocket when he felt it vibrating. He didn’t usually get calls this late unless it was from his father, so he was surprised to see it was you who was calling him. Was something wrong? You had never called him before.

Excusing himself from the table, he stepped a few feet away, ignoring the questions and stares from his friends. Surely you had to be calling for a reason. He hasn’t known you for very long, but you didn’t seem like the type of person to call for no reason.

He pressed the green answer button.

“Hello?”

“Ah Todoroki? It’s y/n. Are you busy right now? I have a question for you”. You sounded fine. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary, although you did sound a bit rushed. Whatever it was must have been important. He wondered if there was something urgent you needed him for, like a patrol call that went wrong.

During your work-study together, you always took things head-on. Any challenge Endeavor threw your way, you embraced, even if you didn’t succeed the first time. It was something he found admirable. So this strange change in behavior worried him.

“No, I’m not busy. Is something wrong?” He asked.

“Oh, no!” You paused for a moment, “well, I was just wondering if you wanted to come…do something with me on one of your days off. That is if you aren’t busy.”

Do something? You must mean for all of you at the Endeavor agency to “do something”. You, him, Bakugo, and Midoriya almost always stayed late after Endeavor had finished with work for the day. Usually, it resulted in a late-night convenience store run or stretching together, but you all had fun. You could be found laughing and talking together while on patrol or doing exercises. It was nice to have another friend.

“I'm not doing anything but I would have to ask Bakugo and Midoriya their schedules. I can give you their numbers if you want or I can ask them for you.” Shoto responded.

“No, that’s it’s okay. I really meant you and me. You know, like a date…let’s go on a date.” You said. There was no hesitation in your voice. It sent a shock to his system. He was under the impression that there would be some shyness, like what he had seen when watching movies with his classmates. Yet, there was no embarrassment at being left to explain your feelings so plainly because he couldn’t figure it out.

Shoto could feel his face heating, the one cheek more so than the other, but each side was warm nonetheless.

oh…Oh!….

By “do something” you had meant do something with him- just him!

“Ummm…I- umm….” Why couldn’t he say anything! All he had to do was give you an answer and yet it felt like he had both too many thoughts in his head and none at all. He took the phone and shifted it to his other ear, trying to buy himself just a few more moments. “I will have to make sure I have nothing else going on.” Shoto wasn’t sure what he was saying. It felt like his mouth was moving all on its own.

Why did he feel like this? Why did he feel so…he couldn’t even put a word to it. Being at such a loss for words, made him nervous.

He looked over his shoulder at his friends. For what reason, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like any of them could help. None of them knew what was going on, but maybe it would jog some sort of coherent thought. Or maybe one of them would notice and come help him think of what to say so he wouldn’t have to stand here lost in thought.

Suddenly, Shoto snapped his head forward when he heard you sigh. Even over the phone, he could sense your bittersweet tone. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if you were upset or not.

“I can text you what time I’m free.” He blurted out. The thought of you being disappointed in his previous response stirred something in him. He didn’t even mean to say that.

You hummed in response. “Just let me know I suppose. I’m free all day tomorrow so you can just text or call me when you wake up.”

Shoto nodded, then told you he would make sure to let you know when he realized you couldn’t see him.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Have a Goodnight.”

“Yes. You as well” As he pressed the ‘end call’ button, he felt a rush of emotions hit him.

He had never thought someone could be interested in him, but now he has a date.

Originally, the whole point of coming to U.A, of interning with his own father, was just to become strong enough to be number one. There was no need for friends or love interests. But suddenly that all changed, with just one phone call! It was so overwhelming to the point where it felt like he had visible heat coming off his cheek.

As Shoto went back to his seat, he decided he would need to give the whole situation some serious thought. His internal monologue was interrupted though.

“So who called you? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” Midoriya asked between bites of food, smiling the whole time.

“It was y/n.”

“Oh? It’s not like her to call. What did she want to talk to you about?” Midoriya finished with his food, putting the utensils across his bowl.

“Probably her shitty anime again. She’s been on about it for weeks” Bakugo scoffed, eyeing his teammates from across the table. “I don’t understand how you two listen to her yammer on about that crap! It’s not even that good” he whips his head around to Kirishima as the boy to his left scolds him for an ‘unmanly’ attitude.

“Lighten up dude, isn’t she your friend? Deku says you guys hang out after your work-study all the time. I’m kinda jealous. I wish I had a hottie at my work-study, all I get is useless Mineta…” Kaminari’s attitude suddenly sours at the thought of working with dumb stupid Mineta. “Seriously, he totally sucks. Anyways, back to the real conversation, we should be having, what’s a girl calling Todoroki for?” Kaminari points his finger at Shoto, grinning from ear to ear.

They all look towards him. He can feel his mind drawing a blank again. This feels so embarrassing but he can’t exactly explain why. Maybe he’s imagining it. Or maybe it’s because he isn’t really sure why you called. It was to ask him on a date, but he doesn’t understand why you would want to go on a date in the first place.

“She asked me on a date.” Shoto tries to respond with an even tone. He doesn’t want to let on just how unsure he really is. Not yet at least.

There’s a heavy silence between the five of them for a few moments.

There’s too many “a date?” “Who wants to go on a shitty date with you” “Dude how?” “What? You mean- how” for him to process how to respond. So he settles for, “She just asked to do something. Why is that so shocking?”

It’s Kaminari that takes the lead in interrogating him. “She just called and asked you?”

Todoroki nodded.

“Just straight up Said “hey Todoroki let’s go on a date.’ On a Friday night. No confession after patrol. No weird love note. Nothing.”

“Yes. That’s basically what happened”

Kaminari sat there for a few moments, staring dumbfounded. “…that’s so hot.”

“Dude! Don’t say stuff like that! It’s weird when we don’t even know her.” Kirishima shoved Kamimari’s shoulder as he spoke. However, they could all see the flush on his cheeks.

A woman who was so willing to put her heart on the line, willing to be blunt yet vulnerable, it was so manly but in a feminine way. It nearly drove Kirishima to tears.

“Oh so I can’t call her hot but Kirishima can say all this weird Shakespeare stuff-“

“Would you two shut up?! You both sound stupid!” Bakugo barked at them. He huffed and pushed his plate away from himself. “It’s not like she confessed her undying love or something. She just asked him out on a date. Y/ns has always been pretty blunt. “

“Kacchan’s right” Midoriya spoke up [shoto can hear a faint ‘don’t fucking call me that’ somewhere in the background]. “She really is blunt. Not in a mean way though!” He was quick to qualify his statement, not wanting to sound offensive or mischaracterize her. “I mean- it’s a nice change of pace sometimes. She’s pretty open when you ask her about how she thinks or feels, so I’m not really surprised. Did you not know how she felt Todoroki?” Midoriya moved in his chair as he spoke, almost fully facing him now. He was just so excited for his friend.

“It’s kinda fitting isn’t it?”

“What do you mean, Midoriya?” Shoto asked curiosity peaked by the dreamy look on his face.

“Well, the both of you are similar in some aspects. It’s funny, isn’t it? You’ve already got similar quirks, so it makes sense you would work well together. But then you’ve got similar personality traits also. You’re both straightforward- Todoroki more than y/n- hardworking, kind, although y/n tends to be more extroverted than you maybe that would only enhance your personalities more-“

“God damn Deku, you wanna be more creepy or what?” Bakugo sneers. “You’re gross when you do that kind of shit.”

Shoto smiled to himself, laughing a little as Midoriya’s face went bright, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Bakugo had a way of calling him out. Even if it wasn’t always nice, it was funny to watch sometimes.

“I’m just saying! We should all be happy for our friend! Y/n is a nice girl and they could be a really good couple” Midoriya looked to all of them, silently pleading that they would be supportive and not weird. A few of them slowly nod in agreement.

“Yeah” Kaminari leans in towards the middle of their group, reaching over Kirishima so everyone could hear him despite his hushed tone, “plus she’s hot. I saw that photo spread she did with Miruko over summer break. Damn what a bo-“

He freezes mid-thought as the four of them send him dirty looks.

“You never stop do you?”

“You’re being as bad as Mineta right now”

“Come on Kaminari have some tact”

Shoto sighs. He appreciated his friends trying to help but he still felt strange about the whole situation.

“What should I tell her? I said I would let her know if I was busy.” He interrupts their commotion, asking for their advice on what to do.

“So you didn’t say yes?” Kirishima raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to go?”

The question catches Shoto off guard. How was he supposed to know if he wanted to go on a date or not?

“I’m not sure.”

“Well do you like her?” Bakugo interjects.

“Yes.”

“Do you like her enough to go do stupid shit with her? Like see a movie or, I don’t know what’s something gross girls like…go to dinner?”

[“Bakugo, everyone goes to dinner” “fuck off it’s different when girls want you to go. You have to like…try”]

Shoto looks down at his hands in his laps. He does like you. You’re very kind to him. You’re very supportive of his training and always encourage him to be better. But you don’t just praise him because he’s the son of Endeavor or a top student from U.A., there’s a genuine connection that comes from your time working together. And you both have some things you can talk about, like hobbies and interests. Unlike Bakugo, he doesn’t mind listening to you talk about shows or books you like. It’s fun to watch you be passionate. So…maybe going to a movie wouldn’t be so bad.

“Yes. I think so. I suppose…I’ll give her a callback tomorrow then.”

GENSHIN BOYS IN COLLEGE

pairings: xiao, zhongli, kaeya, albedo, diluc, thoma, kazuha, & childe x gn!reader

summary: them & their college shenanigans <3

warnings: fluffy. this is literal crack i'm so blocked

note: i was having writers block so enjoy some brain rot

xiao: the liberal arts major who hates everyone except you and his besties venti & albedo <3 when xiao's not trying to be the main character who's mysteriously drawing by himself under a tree, he's streaming on twitch with his active 400k fan base that consists mostly of teenage girls. oh, did i mention he's a secret drag racer?

zhongli: the teachers assistant for the world history class. this man knows everything about every historical event. you swear it's like he's almost lived through all of it! which leads to your speculations of zhongli being a vampire. anyway, this man is very sweet and definitely gets unwanted flirtatious attention from his students. poor man just wants to talk about history </3

kaeya: the frat boy who's almost never at his frat house. honestly if he didn't tell you he was a frat boy you never could've guessed. kaeya is your typical "bad boy heart breaker" trope. and of course, his only soft spot is for you <3 what you find even more shocking is that he's a chemistry major. suddenly the stupid science pick up lines he leaves on post it notes for you to find make more sense.

albedo: ah yes, our studious straight A albedo. he's a double stem major with a minor in art. albedo has to be one of the most underrated students in your class. he's kind, smart, and very pretty. albedo is always willing to help you with your work and always does so with a gleaming smile! everyone loves albedo <3

diluc: oh. him. that guy. so diluc's like super rich, but humble about it. you won't even know this man is rich you didn't see him driving around campus in his 150,000 sports car. you've only heard from rumors that he's not one to talk to and should be ignored. so it wasn't until you were forced to talk to him though a project that you realized diluc is the most socially awkward dork you know! strangely, you very much like him for it.

thoma: unintentional teachers pet. all of the professors love thoma. i mean, who doesn't love thoma? having a bad day? thoma to the rescue! he's always there for you, rain or shine. he majors in zoology and is president of the cooking club! he also seems to attract a ton of unwanted attention from his fellow peers, but in reality all his heart longs for is yours.

kazuha: mmm yes. another one apart of liberal arts. kazuha is a music major and probably one of the easiest going guys you have ever met. he writes you weekly poems that you collect over time and put in a shoebox you spent hours decorating. you'd never tell kazuha that obviously.

childe: the epitome of frat boy chad. childe did not come to college to study, he came to party his life away. what enrages your the most is childe's natural smooth talking skills. this loser can talk any professor out of failing him. but what you can't seem to wrap your head around is his pristine grades. how can someone get wasted on a monday night but still ace their exam!!

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ドキドキ (heart fluttering)

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki (bnha)

part two — tokrev ver.

legend : [Y/N = YOUR NAME] gender neutral, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish🤔(x reader)

note(s) : things you did that caused these characters to blush for the first time 💀 i had a hard time sticking with ideas for this one— either way, i’m sorry for the lack of posts 🧎‍♀️

bakugou katsuki

calling him by his full hero name

as we all know, his hero name has gone through several revisions. the reactions of his classmates and teachers after hearing about “king explosion murder” deemed them unacceptable, unworthy (for the time being) to hear of his official, on the paper hero name.

even then, “great explosion murder god dynamight” still has its mixed reviews— mostly questioning the blond’s naming process. they all sincerely wish he’s not in charge of naming whoever’s kid.

which is why, hearing you say his full hero name and in it’s correct order— mind you, nearly caused him to erupt into shades of red, which could rival his very own irises.

the self control he possesses sometimes

he thinks you’re mocking him at first, naturally. considering that, everyone either stuck to the name’s simplified version, “dynamight” or, they just completely avoided the mention of his hero name all together.

until he sees the sincerity in your eyes— confusion swirling in your irises at the lack of katsuki’s response.

he goes to correct you, until he remembers that the order’s absolutely correct. so then, he asks you to say it again, a hand cupping his ear, so he could hear the way the name rolls off your tongue, as you stare at him with anything but ill intent.

katsuki doesn’t realize he’s blushing, until kirishima innocently points it out, believing his blush was the work of the newly purchased hot sauce.

“was the hot sauce i bought really intense? if so— i’m really glad, y’know! i scavenged the aisles for that specific bottle”

“the hell are you talking about?”

“uh, you’re like.. really red, bro. that’s.. that’s what i mean.”

“… i’m not. you’re just fucking colorblind. are you sure the hair dye isn’t seeping into your brain?”

“…i’m sure that’s not how it works—”

“no.”

katsuki ends up not sleeping on time, and it’s all due to you. he concludes he might need professional, medical attention (no, katsuki. you just have a crush— and that’s perfectly fine 😭)

todoroki shouto

calling him his first name

his family only ever called him by his first name, which is a given. but, ever since he made it his official hero name, more and more people have been calling him by his first name.

is it something that he regrets occasionally? yeah, sometimes. did he choose that as his hero name, because he wanted to be recognized as him, and not the child of endeavor? yeah.

did he also make his hero name “shouto”, so he could erase the less than kind memories that associate with his name? maybe.

despite it all, he finds himself fighting the heat that threatens to spread along his cheeks, when you whisper his first name for the first time— addressing him as shouto in private.

not in a training set up, or in front of other classmates— but in each other’s company alone.

activating his right side, to regulate his temperature, he tilts his head to the side— prompting you to speak further.

“you weren’t responding, and i also never said your first name before so.. yeah. wanted to test that out.”

shouto holds down an uncharacteristic stammer. with shaky hands, he slowly (maybe even cautiously), approaches you.

“was that out of line—”

“no.” he starts, “it was quite— nice. yes, nice.” he nods with vigor. he likes the way you say his name, is what he wants to say. but, the words don’t come out as well.

“my first name. it’s free for you to use as you like.”

“oh— thanks, shouto!”

even when he says that, there’s undeniably some redness sprinkled across his cheeks. unsure of what just happened to him— he quickly turns around, hoping you don’t question the uncharacteristic action.

he only notices that he’s blushing, when midoriya takes one look at him, and offers him aloe vera gel

“aloe vera gel?”

“it’s for your..” midoriya gestures to the entirety of his face, “i don’t know what it is, but it looks like a rash?”

“why? what does my face look like?”

“really red, todoroki-kun.”

it dawns onto him on what it actually is, “oh.” not knowing how to reply to that, he accepts the gel.

it occurs to shouto, that there’s something he needs to figure out. whatever it is, it is causing him chest issues. he also believes that it’s detrimental to his ever so perfected temperature control. in reality, this was all because of his feelings towards you, but he’ll figure it out soon enough

shinsou hitoshi

oddly specific

for as long as he could remember, hitoshi has gotten used to paying attention to people, and their voices— because he needed to, if he wanted to pursue being a hero.

gradually, he just knew when to expect something, just by reading the conversation’s pattern, or maybe even their body language.

he thinks that people can be so predictable sometimes. so, when something else happens— it throws him off the loop.

like now, when you complimented him on his bone structure. something so oddly specific, and something he’s never been complimented on before.

to the point that heat flared up on his face— or a blush, he doesn’t know. either way, he just hopes it’s not obvious.

hitoshi knows a part of him would’ve been pretty amused at this compliment— then again, he’s never received such compliment before.

“bone structure, huh?” he questions, hand flying up to his nape, something he does as a fidget, or— when he finds himself shy.

the insomniac teen sincerely hopes this action does something to control whatever blush, or heat that’s about to emit off his face to no end.

“yeah. you have good bone structure. has no one told you that?”

“no, not really. but uh.. thank you?”

you smile, patting his back, “don’t sweat it.”

oh but, he will.

hitoshi only realizes he’s blushing, when aizawa points it out first (he wonders, why it had to be his mentor out of all the people.)

“shinsou, you good?”

“yes, sir. why?”

“you look like you’re burning up.”

“i am? ..huh.”

“don’t “huh” me, i don’t want to be unwell during training. it won’t benefit you, and it’ll only worsen your condition.”

“uh.. i don’t think..”

“—unless, i’m misreading this all, and it’s not what it appears.”

“…yeah.”

hitoshi wonders if he was blushing because he was given an unexpected, and oddly specific compliment. or— if it’s because you were giving him the praise. but knowing himself, it’s probably because of you. (he’s screwed, he thinks to himself)

kaminari denki

when you flirt back

kaminari denki can flirt, but he doesn’t actually expect any form of reciprocation.

he knows when to back off and all— he’s not a creep. regardless of the fact, whenever he does flirt with someone, they either shyly shrug it off, or they ignore it all together 💀

then there are those rare occasions, where he gets told off, but hey— at least he tried, and at least they were honest.

denki thought you were just being nice, when you only smiled at his borderline cheesy attempts at throwing flirtatious punchlines.

which is why he doesn’t know what to say, when you actually flirt back with him. it was totally unexpected on his end— especially since you’ve never mirrored him in like, ever.

“i think if we were a couple, you’d be the pretty one,” he says in an flirtatious attempt, and he opens his mouth to move onto the next topic, when you reply back with

“hm, i don’t know— you’re pretty good looking yourself. we’d really be one pretty couple.”

denki stares at you dumified, and the lack of words only cause the smile that was already on your lips to spread even wider.

what time is it? where is he? is the room spinning? is the world spinning? he knew, but it seems to be that he forgot about all concepts of time and location.

he believes he short circuited— the way his agape mouth closes and opens like a fish, and the way he stares at you dumbfounded is just enough to wrap a conclusion around his head

but he doesn’t see sparks of electricity, or an expression of worry on your face— which is something he catches a glimpse of, whenever he short circuits due his quirk

so maybe, it’s something else entirely.

denki only realizes that he’s blushing, when bakugou lands a slap on his back, straightening his posture.

“ow, bakugou! what was that for?”

“your expression, ‘s fucking haunting. the hell happened to you? got struck by lighting on the way or something?”

“huh??”

“your face, dimwit. look at your face— it’s red as shit!”

“what— oh. oh.”

“what?”

“i just realized something. i think i’m screwed.”

“sounds like a personal problem.”

in reality, it really was. in a span of few hours and a hamburger, denki came to realize this unlabelled fascination, is him actually developing a crush on you— the subject of his daily banter.

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JJK BOYS’ REACTION WHEN YOU RECIEVE AN ANONYMOUS LOVE LETTER !

an. pls take this shit while i work on reqs ok ty ly

ft. itadori, fushiguro, gojo, nanami, inumaki, junpei x gn!reader

wc. 1.2k

genre. fluff

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ITADORI YUJI — it’s not that yuji doesn’t care, but he’s just so… casual about it?? he sees you pick up another letter on your desk and he’s like “oh cool, another one?” bro. what. idk why but himbo yuji<3 just popped into my head if he catches your secret admirer placing the letters on your desk, it’ll be a complete accident like nanami’s. yuji will just tell them - “hey, you know that’s my s/o’s desk, right?” SO plainly and casually LOL, might even ask if they want him to pass on the letter to you, yuji. baby. ..however! if at any point you’ve expressed that you really don’t like these letters or just feel uncomfortable because of them, yuji will go out of his way to stop it - he cares about your feelings more than anything. i don’t see yuji as a jealous or insecure person, and plus, he thinks his s/o’s beautiful, he obviously knew other people would see and feel the same way. again, at the end of the day, all he cares about in this scenario is your feelings.

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