GENSHIN IMPACT: SMALL THINGS THEY DO WHEN YOU’RE DATING PART 1

cocky bastard vibes - zhongli

ship: zhongli x reader

synopsis: in which reader shares their free thoughts on the liyue statue of seven

notes: standalone snippet part of the bookkeeping!verse

It was a beautiful day in Liyue. The grass was a luscious green and the birds were singing a beautiful song. After a nice stay at the Emerald Maple Inn, you and Mr. Zhongli decided to have a cup of tea next to the Statue of the Seven before heading on your way to Qingce Village. You were to accompany him to pick up supplies for the next funeral rite, and with the way the morning was going, you knew nothing would ruin this peaceful day.

"So how much do you want to bet that Rex Lapis was hot and knew it?”

You ignored the choked sound that came from your side as you gazed up at the picturesque statue. Though your companion would probably consider your question quite out of the blue, you couldn’t say it was the first time you wondered such a thing. Whenever you passed by one of them in Liyue, the thought always plagued your mind for a few hours after. Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s reaction, though, it seemed he did not share your sentiments.

"Ehem… That… certainly is an interesting thought. I can’t say whether or not previous records touched on such a topic."

You hummed, gazing up at the statue. Really? That couldn’t be true. Why wouldn’t anyone talk about a statue looking like that?

“Well there are many reasons why I’d say I’m right. First off, his outfit. He has a hooded cloak on while also being shirtless. There’s absolutely no logical reason to dress like that unless they’re from the deserts of Sumeru, wouldn’t you say? It obviously was a conscious fashion decision. If you pair that with the seductive way he’s sitting, I’d be inclined to assume he’s quite clearly feeling his look.”

Silence came from your side. Hm, Mr. Zhongli still wasn’t convinced? Then you would go on.

“You do see it, right? His posture is relaxed, yet confident. Not to mention the way he’s looking at that cube in his hand with practically bedroom eyes. His knees are apart too. My friend from Sumeru told me that when a man sits like that, he’s displaying his dominance.”

Still silence.

"You can't sit in a seductive pose like that without on some level being aware you look good doing it. I mean look at him! He's shirtless and everything! I've heard even macho fishermen say that they pray to the statue for a good night before coming home to see their wives. You can’t blame them, right?"

A hesitant cough.

"I-I'm sure it was a younger time when those statues were sculpted."

You groaned.

"Maybe, but you’re not even looking! If you did, you’d agree with me that Rex Lapis is clearly exuding such massive 'cocky bastard' vibes!" You countered.

For some reason, the more you spoke, the more flustered he became.

"C'mon, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I'm slandering his good name! I mean, if Rex Lapis didn't want us talking about him like this, maybe he shouldn't have made a statue with abs clean enough to eat off of!"

Okay, maybe at this point, you were piling it on a bit thick. Could anyone blame you? His face was in his hand as if he had a headache, and were his ears tinged the slightest hint of red? It was an interesting sight. Never had you seen him look so completely flustered. Sure you were rather blunt, but you didn't think your words were that provocative. Mr. Zhongli really was practically a 65 year old man.

"I thought you respected the Geo Archon…" He muttered weakly.

You gasped in offense.

"I do! I’d even consider my words the utmost of pious behavior. In Mondstadt, the sisters of the church consider themselves married to Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. So finding the Geo Archon to be a sex god is pretty much the same thing, right?”

“No, it is not.”

Kisses in the Morning

Kamisato Ayato x Gn!Reader

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

What's in the web: Fluff, established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dabi coming into ur room, annoyed that your not paying attention to him, and giving you shit playfully because you’re still in bed. You tell him that you’re not in the mood - your period came and the combination of fatigue and period cramps has you wanting to stay in bed the rest of the day.

You expect him to leave, but instead he’s climbing into bed with you, shimming down under the covers. Pushing him away, you say you’re not in the mood for sex, but he just shushes you and gently moves your hands away.

Suddenly you feel your shirt being pushed up, exposing your stomach, as very very warm lips kiss your tummy. You’re still suspicious but time passes and he doesn’t try anything more. Instead, he alternates between kissing every inch of exposed skin on ur belly, and laying his cheek against it - large hands holding your sides consistently, while your legs squeeze closer to his upper torso.

You push the doona down and over unruly black hair. Bright blue eyes lock with yours as you run your fingers through it, happily absorbing the warmth he provides. “Is the heat helping?” You nod, soft can’t even being to describe how you feel right now.

You spend the rest of the day like that. Cuddling in whatever position takes your fancy.

Can you please do zhongli/rex lapis x fem shy reader. The fem reader is extremely shy and doesn't have any friends cause of her quiet and timid nature and she lives in liyue with her parents and an only child. She loves to story of rex lapis and the history of liyue and accidentally meet zhongli and sometime later he revealed to be rex lapis to the reader. Also, the fem is a villager of liyue and doesn't have super powers to fight just a weak villager.

fateful meeting

pairing : zhongli x shy f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none

word count : 2.6k

a/n : thank you for this request! I apologize for the wait, I dont think i made the reader as shy as you requested jshdjd sorry, i hope you enjoy !

Even as a child you had been fascinated by the stories of Liyue, or rather, a specific figure in its history. Perhaps, the archons have heard your passionate nature regarding Liyue, for a fateful meeting one day will change your peaceful life forever. 

Life was everything you could’ve ever wished for.

Only the soft, consistent chopping of a knife against a wooden cutting board and an occasional quiet flip of a page in a book could be heard in one of the many homes in Qingce Village. 

Sunlight seeps through the cracks of the window you sat by, casting a bright glow on the words inside the book in your hands, seeming as if the story itself was coming to life.

Well, not that the story wasn’t coming to life, it had already come to life, for you were currently reading about the history of your beloved nation, Liyue.

The book you were so engrossed in was not an unfamiliar story, having already read it a couple times. You would never grow tired of this one.

A smile played on your lips as you approached one of your favorite parts of this specific chapter. 

Softly fiddling with the corner of the thin page, your eyes scanned over the familiar words slowly.

Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against, he emerges from the shadows, illuminating a golden aura around his built figure. In one swift motion, the polearm-wielding fighter sends a rumble through the ground beneath him, ridding of any enemies around him in a flash. A sigh leaves his lips as he removes his hood, examining his surroundings. A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind. His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden, slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.

You pause and gaze out the window, sighing at the scene of hundreds of miles of tall mountains spread out all around, all thanks to one person. One archon, to be more specific.

About to flip the page once more to continue, you were interrupted by your mother’s voice calling out from the kitchen. 

“Y/N, dear, could you fetch me some berries down the river if you aren’t busy?”

You tear your eyes away from the book begrudgingly, calling back, “Fine, anything else?”

“Some sweet flowers and fowl would be great, thanks honey!”

You shut the book, placing it down on your table as you stand up to stretch, bones cracking at the movement.

As much as you wanted nothing but to snuggle back into your chair and immerse yourself back into the story, your parents were the most important people in your life, and you knew it was mainly up to you to take care of them.

Being an only child isn’t as lonely as people make it out to be, you get peace and quiet in the home, and you wouldn’t change it for anything else.

Kicking on your shoes you wore when you ventured outside, you picked up the basket that was used to collect food, as well as your hunting bow for the fowl.

You didn’t know how to fight, having spent your whole life secluded in the village, but you had enough hunting experience, at least.

About to head out, your eyes landed on the book now laying on the table and pondered for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it into the basket.

Despite your mother’s scolding about dangers reading outside, you just wanted a change of scenery while you lose yourself in Liyue’s history.

“I’m heading out now, Ma!” You call out as you push open the wooden door to your home, earning a hum from her in response.

The heat in Liyue would be pretty unbearable to outsiders, however having lived in the same village for almost all your life, it wasn’t anything new.

You hummed, greeting your neighbors occasionally with a wave, walking down to your usual place to fetch ingredients.

Finally reaching your destination not too far from the village, you crouch by the river as you picked the sweet flowers and berries your mother had asked for.

“Mmm, what else did she ask for again?” You thought out loud, forgetting the last ingredient, eyes landing on your bow.

“Oh right, fowl!”

You scan your surroundings, looking for any signs of birds, when suddenly you hear a sharp rustle of a bush behind you. 

Not having time to even turn around and investigate, a heavy weight pounced on you from behind, causing you to tumble forward.

You let out a yelp, feeling a pain through your arm that you had landed on, turning around to see the attacker.

Your eyes widened, seeing it had been a hilichurl that was currently standing above you, however, it didn’t feel like a regular hilichurl.

It had black smoke emitting around it, as if some type of curse had been placed on it, enhancing its strength.

The hilichurl spurt out some unintelligible words, before raising its bat and lunging at you once again.

You grab your bow beside you quickly, aiming at its head before completely missing due to your shaking hands.

Cursing under your breath, you pick up a rock and throw it weakly at the creature, causing it to stop only briefly before charging towards you again, seemingly more angered this time. 

This was it, you thought. All the time spent not learning how to fight, this must’ve been your punishment. 

You shield your face with your arms, hoping to at least lessen the impact, before hearing the hilichurl shout followed by a thud behind you. 

Moving your hands away from your head, you turn to see the hilichurl now lying unconscious a few feet away from you.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” 

A deep, masculine voice brings you out of your shock, as you turn slowly to meet your savior, instead met by a hand held out in front of you, offering assistance. 

Your eyes trailed up to the mysterious man’s face, before your breath caught in your throat.

A long ponytail of golden-brown hair trails down to his waist, flowing softly in the wind.

The man looked back at you curiously, hand still reached out toward you.

His eyes the same shade, if anything more golden.

Why were you suddenly reminded of those words in the book?

Your mouth gapes at the sight of the man above you, his presence bringing a strange feeling you didn’t recognize.

Your eyes widened. Could it be..?

“...excuse me? Are you alright?”

His voice brings you out of your daze once again, a worried look cast upon his handsome features. Wait, what?

It was only then did you realize how good looking the man was before you, turning red as you took his hand and stood up, wobbling a tiny bit.

“Thank you for saving me,” you bow slightly, quickly picking up your forgotten belongings on the ground, still flustered from the incident.

You were about to say goodbye and leave as quick as you could, before your book fell out of your basket and landed on the ground next to the man’s feet.

“Ah—“

The man bent down and picked up the book, about to hand it back to you, when he suddenly stopped and examined the cover.

You swore you could’ve been seeing things, but a small smile grazes his lips as he faces you.

“Are you also interested in the stories of Liyue?”

You stop in your tracks, turning to the man who was now flipping through the pages of the book to the section you had bookmarked prior.

His golden orbs now held an unreadable expression behind them, almost...nostalgic.

You felt a small surge of confidence as your favorite topic was brought up.

“Ah--yes, I am quite informed of the history of Liyue myself,” you smile softly to yourself, causing him to look up and chuckle.

“Is that so?” He hums, tilting his head upwards to face the blue sky, closing his eyes slowly. 

...slowly fluttering shut, head turning upwards, immersing himself in the soft breeze.

Your eyes widened at the sight.

There was no way.

But, there was no other explanation for it.

“May I...ask your name?” You ask carefully, awaiting his answer.

He shuts the book with a soft thud, handing it back to you to which you take back happily.

“I go by Zhongli.”

He offers you a smile, making your heart skip a beat and blood to your cheeks, as you stutter back your name in response.

“Be careful around these parts, monsters have been affected by some sort of spell here, making them stronger than usual,” he explains while putting away his spear he had used earlier.

Wielding a spear so sharp no blade could even hope to compete against.

There was no mistaking it.

“Are you perhaps--” 

You start to ask, gaining a curious gaze from him, however stopping in your words after realizing how bizarre you’d sound if you’d ask him the question you had been aching to voice since your meeting.

“Nevermind, I should get going,” You shake your head, thanking him once more before starting to walk away.

“If you’d like me to answer your question, meet me back here tomorrow, at the same time.”

Zhongli spoke behind you, making you turn and meet his eyes, which gazed back into yours almost knowingly. 

“But you don’t know what my question is,” you question, confusion evident on your features.

He chuckles again, the sound making you melt on the spot.

“Do not underestimate the geo archon.” 

With that, he disappears into the other direction, leaving you frozen in your place.

Did he just…?

A million thoughts were coursing through your head at the moment. But one thing was for sure, you couldn’t wait until tomorrow. 

--

That night, sleep did not come to you like usual.

With your head filled with thoughts about Zhongli, and his last words before departing, you were basically shaking with excitement.

Had you really met him?

Nevermind, your questions would all be answered the next day.

--

“I see you’ve arrived.”

Zhongli smiles at you, to which you return the gesture, still mesmerized by his delicate features to speak.

You had practically jumped out of bed this morning, making some jumbled excuse about fetching more berries and fowl to your mother, who was left dumbfounded.

Zhongli pats the spot beside him on the grass, and you notice his spear laying next to him on the other side.

Carefully sitting down next to the tall man, both of your backs leaned against the tree with its leaves above you providing minimal cover from the sun. It was then that you noticed the close proximity of your bodies, making you flush.

“So, would you like to ask me your question from yesterday?”

You bit your bottom lip nervously for a moment, before shaking your head and reaching next to you into the bag that you had brought. 

“Ah-- before that, Mr. Zhongli, you mentioned you are also interested in Liyue’s stories?” You pulled out the book from yesterday. 

He nods, as you flip open the book to the chapter you had bookmarked. The same chapter describing Rex Lapis’s first appearance.

“Just Zhongli is fine. And yes, I am also well-informed of the stories of Liyue. Would you like me to tell you some?”

You nod, showing him the marked section. “That would be nice, but could you answer this one question of mine first?”

He takes the book from your hands, bright pupils scanning over the words. A small breeze blew by just that moment, causing his long hair to lift slightly. The sunlight shone softly on his pale skin, giving him an almost ethereal aura.

You never thought someone could appear so calm and peaceful while reading a book.

“Yes, ask away.” 

He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, making you clear your throat, embarrassed you had been admiring him so openly.

Although that chapter remains your favorite chapter of all times, there had been one question that had stayed in the corner of your mind each time you read it.

“In that section, when Rex Lapis lifts his head and immerses himself in the wind, what do you think he was feeling? Satisfaction from eliminating his enemies? Or perhaps, tired from all the fighting in the Archon War?”

Zhongli hums, smiling gently at nothing in particular as he closes his eyes, lifting his head up towards the sky.

A small breeze passes by again, and you smile at the sight. You no longer questioned his true identity. You knew.

“That all may be true, however, I’d say he was feeling quite…” He pauses, as if trying to search for the right word.

“...saddened, almost.”

You tilt your head curiously, “Saddened?”

He nods, facing you, “Perhaps mournful, even. Have you ever wondered if Rex Lapis wanted to kill at all? Although those evil should be eliminated, they are still living souls, and perhaps he wished for everything to return to normal.”

Zhongli’s voice trailed off, as he held a sad feeling behind his eyes, making you unconsciously reach for his hand laying on his lap.

He looked at you in surprise at the sudden contact, and your eyes widened at your own actions, making a move to quickly retrieve your own hand, when he stops you.

 He brings the both of your hands together, now laying on his lap as red spreads through your cheeks.

The both of you sit in silence as a few beats pass, when he breaks the silence once again.

“I’d like to share with you some of my favorite stories of Liyue, would you be interested?”

You smile, nodding as he starts speaking again.

And he shares stories you’ve never heard before, or even some that you have, but a different version of. The difference in stories that you had believed your whole life made you surprised, not sure what to believe.

No, scratch that, deep down, you knew what to believe. Or, who to believe.

Zhongli shares his stories until it starts to become dark, to which he finally stops and suggests you return home.

“I’ll walk you home, it’s quite dangerous at night.”

You thank him, and you two start to make your way back, continuing to talk about Liyue and its fascinating history.

“Ah, it’s just right down there. Thank you for today, Zhongli.” You smile at him once again, ready to return before he stops you.

“Are you not going to ask me the question you had yesterday?” It was quite dark, so it was a bit difficult to tell, but you swore there was a slight smirk on his lips.

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’ve got my answer already.”

He raises his eyebrows, a teasing hint in his voice, “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Hearing your name roll off his tongue sent shivers through your body, smirking back at him.

“I’m quite sure, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli opens his mouth to speak before closing, as deep chuckles ring through the night. Not long after, your own quiet giggles joining him. Finally, you both recover from your laughter.

“Goodnight then, Morax, you still have to share your stories with me tomorrow.”

He smiles at you, golden eyes shining even through the dark. “Same time?”

You grin back, before turning to return back to your home. “Same time.”

Maybe you’d ask him to teach you how to fight tomorrow.

On second thought, perhaps your lack of experience in fighting was a good thing. For because of it, you had met the man who only existed in books that you’d read everyday.

Your once peaceful life, although disrupted by the appearance of the one and only geo archon you admired so dearly, had now offered you something to look forward to each day.

WHEN YOU CALL THEM PRETTY BOY.

izuku, denki, bakugou, shoto x gn!reader

cw. cursing, mentions of eating, not proof-read note. this is to make up for the half-assed drabble i wrote at 6am yesterday <3

—— IZUKU was sitting by his table, studying for the upcoming exams with his back to you. he’d been at this for quite some time and you were getting worried, he’d been studying for more than six hours straight, with no bathroom-breaks, snack-breaks, or just break breaks, even. you were on your fifth or so break, and wanted him to come lay down for a bit. sure, studying is important, so is passing your exams but doing it for a very long time was not at all good for you.

standing up from his bed, you go behind him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning your head on him, “hey pretty boy, take a break for a bit.”

“huh?” he stammers, placing his hands on your arms.

“a break. let’s take one.” you repeat.

“i meant the nickname,” he says, turning a little to see you.

“oh. pretty boy.” you smile at how his cheeks turn red, “you’re my pretty boy ‘zuku.”

“i’m your pretty boy,” izuku mumbles with a shy smile. “okay, let’s take a break.”

—— DENKI loved nicknames. he claims that he’d called you all the nicknames in the book, even the slightly gross ones, he had added with a gag. he was cheesy, but not thatcheesy. so, when he knocks on your door and you open it with a, “oh. hey pretty boy.” he can’t help but almost drop the bags he was carrying. he walks inside and places the bag on your table, turning around with a huge, infectious grin.

“new nickname?”

“wha—” you smile in realization. “yeah. you like it?”

“like it?” he questions in mock exaggeration. bounding up to you with that bright smile of his and wrapping his arms around you, placing his head in the crook of your neck, he mumbles. “i love it.”

“it suits you,” you mutter, hugging him back, running your hands through his blonde locks.

“i’m your pretty boy, right?” he brings up a hand and pokes your cheek. he didn’t look up but you could feel his cheeky smile.

“yeah, you’re my pretty boy.”

—— BAKUGOU lays with his head in your lap, scrolling through his fyp as you lean against the wall and do something on your phone. getting the sudden urge to go and get something to eat, you try to gently push bakugou’s head away and stand up, only to receive a glare from him as he plops his head back down on your lap. “katsuki,” you groan. “come on, get up, i want to go get something to eat.”

“no,” he grumbles. “stay here.”

rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “come on, pretty boy. move.”

“huh?” his shock gives you a few seconds to push his head away (again, gently) and stand up.

“what do you mean, ‘huh?’” you ask, going into the kitchen.

you hear a thud and hurried footsteps behind you.

“what the fuck did you just call me?”

—— SHOTO is the resident pretty boy of class A, and he really deserves the title. so many people call him that, but he just brushes their compliments off because he knew they weren’t really genuine. but when you say it, even if you say if for only one time, he still treasures the moment with his life.

he’d been looking something up on his phone, seated on the couch when you walk into the room, took a seat beside him and asked, “do you wanna go out for a walk, pretty boy?”

and he does a doubletake, his eyes go wide in surprise and he blinks once. twice. thrice, before he replies, “did you just call me…” he trails off, a red dust coating his cheeks.

“pretty boy? yeah?” you tilt your head, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling, “aw, you’re blushing.”

shoto grins softly. “it sounds, nice, when you say it.”

“i’ll call you that more often, then.” you stand up, extending a hand, “so, how about that walk, pretty boy?”

Inazuman boys overhearing a conversation where you admit you have a crush and/or would sleep with them.

Semi NSFW/ Mostly Fluff

Girls night in Inazuma was always fun, but sometimes it was more chaotic than others, this was one of those nights; when a particular fox envoy shows up to join, but she isn’t the only unexpected visitor, in fact there’s a certain boy that’s been looking for you. 

“So Y/N, are there any men that have caught your eye? With all the men I see drooling all over you, I expect you like at least one back, or maybe there’s one you’d have your way with? The shrine can be so boring at times, I’m in need of some good gossip…”

“Well-”

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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.”

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izuku as letting you fall asleep on his shoulder during field trips and when you're on the bus together. he'll let you have whichever seat you want — whether it be the window seat or the aisle, he's more than happy to let you have the one you want. if he sees you're tired, he'll let you know you can sleep, and offer his shoulder as a pillow with flaming red cheeks. when you get to your destination though, he doesn't have the heart to wake you up since you look way too peaceful.

denki as being way too overdramatic when it's cold, and saying “god, i wish someone would give me their jacket” while looking over at you expectantly, being way too obvious with his hints, that he wants you to give him your jacket. if you do give it to him he'll give it back the next day, while thanking you with a bright smile. when you wear it later on, you'll find a hastily folded paper that just has a messily drawn happy face inside in one of the pockets.

shoto as trying out new things with you — even if it turns out that both of you suck at it. you could say you want to try learning how to cook, and he'd try it out with you (as it turns out, he's very bad at it, but he tried). it isn't limited to just small things, he'd come with you even if you say you want to learn an entirely new thing that takes months to learn; something that's time consuming. if you tell him he doesn't have to come with you if he doesn't want to, he's shaking his head and is already searching for classes for whatever it is.

bakugou as reaching for your hand when he feels like you're having a bad day. he doesn't say anything, just squeezes your hand to reassure you since he knows he's not the best at comforting people, or just words in general. if you look at him and smile, genuinely, he knows you're alright, but if you look at him and smile, one he knows is fake, his mission for the day is to cheer you up, whether it be with passive aggressiveness or a try at actually comforting you with words, he just wants you happy again.

kirishima as always being there whenever you need him and knowing when something's wrong. if you have anything on your mind, he's one step ahead of you because right as you're about to send him a text, you recieve one from him saying 'what's wrong?' he doesn't pressure you to talk either, he just reassures you that he's there for you if you need to talk about it. he'll offer to come over to your house, even if it's 4am and his parents will give him hell about it in the morning.

hanta as making you playlists of the songs that remind him of you. he just randomly sends you a link to a spotify playlist he'd made, and ask you to tell him what you think about it. he'd be overjoyed if you say it's good and that you like it. he never really specifies that he made it especially for you, unless you ask him why he send it to you. he'd then say those are songs that remind him of you, and when you thank him, he's totally red behind his phone screen, although he'll never admit that.

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ITADORI YUJI — POUTY. think he’s done something wrong or something to make you angry, so he subtly acts more affectionate throughout the day, makes sure not to piss you off in any way, etc - and you have to hold back your laughter all the while. yuji isn’t the type to be confrontational about but if you do decide to keep up the act for a while, he’ll nervously ask you later on - “are you mad at me?” - he looks like he might cry with those puppy dog eyes of his, please tell him it’s a prank and shower him in affection as an apology <3

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— where they like to be kissed. ( bnha )

genre : fluff, gn! reader warnings : none ft : bakugo, kirishima deku, shoto a/n : i want some choco milk

✧ BAKUGO KATSUKI. ⤷ i personally think that he’s more fond of hugs (but don’t tell him that you know he likes it) because he likes the warmth it gives him when you're in his arms. (but let's be honest here, are you really going to deny a hug inside those big, beefy arms?) and if he had a favorite kiss, i’d say it's those quick kisses on the lips. it’s like a quick reassurance, ‘i love you, and i always will’. just imagine waking up in the morning, going down to the kitchen, and kissing him good morning while he makes his usual coffee. then he sleepily makes his way over to you, dragging his feet in his (all might) fluffy house slippers, hugging you and kissing the crook of your neck, which he nuzzles into, after. ‘mm, good morning.’

✧ KIRISHIMA EIJIRO. ⤷ face kisses. wait, hear me out !! he likes to pepper your whole face with kisses and just, MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH !!! because he's pure like that <3 sometimes, after training (when he’s all sweaty) he's going to forget that he is sweaty, so he’s going to run and tackle you into a big, giant hug, and litter your face with kisses. you have to remind him and he will back off, for a while. he’s going to hold your hand or put his arm around your shoulder on the way back, and when you’re at home, he greets you with a GIIIIIIANT HUG and HUGE TON of kisses. p.s. do not underestimate his love !!! he will most definitely do everything he can to show you how much he loves you <3

✧ MIDORIYA IZUKU. ⤷ on the cheek !! we all know deku is Shy Boi™, so i feel like the level of intimacy in your relationship started from hand holding, to hugs, then cheek kisses, then on the lips. but i’d say that kisses on the cheek are his fave ones. when you see each other, as a casual greeting, and as an expression of love. at first, he was very, very shy (and hesitant) about giving them, but he absolutely loves getting them from you (even tho he was very flustered and red at first) !! by now, it's a common thing for the both of you, he’s used to it. but oh, dear, will it never grow old.

✧ TODOROKI SHOTO. ⤷ i say forehead kisses. someone kiss his scar and tell him that you're here, with him, loving him :(( i think shoto likes to be hugged (by you, duh), because you're the one place where he doesn’t have to be this stoic, cold, popular guy who always puts up a front. you’re one of the few people with who he can just, naturally calm down and relax. and he likes your forehead kisses too, it’s reminiscent of a mother’s love, of a safe space where you are protected.

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