Cozy Lil Cafe :3

do your best, deku-sensei!!!

One of the Top 10 arts from the Fanart contest by Kadeart

The full submission also contains these pieces:

Dick: were you even a Robin if you haven’t climbed up Bruce and sat on his shoulders?

(Later)

Bruce: Hello Damia- What are you doing??

Damian (arms crossed sitting on Bruce’s shoulders): fulfilling my duties as Robin, what does it look like I’m doing?

BNHA ending thank you sketch by animator, Nami Fujii

JJK Tiger Cub AU Part 1-7

Cars

Devastating news today. Sorry to have to post these drawings in these circumstances 🥺

I love her a lot, she will be deeply, deeply missed 😔

Dame Margaret Natalie Smith CH DBE (28 December 1934 − 27 September 2024) ✨ Rest in Love.

You love annoying your boyfriend, Keigo—better known as Pro Hero Hawks, number two in the rankings. One of your favorite ways to get on his nerves—or, as he likes to put it, “tease” him—is when he’s out on patrol. You always wait until his shift’s just about over, then you strike.

You throw on your best wide-eyed, flustered look and squeal like some fangirl with an obsessive crush, loud enough for the whole city block to hear, “Oh my god, is that Pro Hero Hawks?!”

Then you start gushing. Loud. Profanities fly out of your mouth like confetti. Everyone turns to look—eyes wide, jaws slack—and you can already feel the heat of his stare. Keigo’s there in a flash, hand over your mouth, feathers wrapping tight around your waist as he lifts you off the ground.

He mutters through gritted teeth, “You’re insane,” while trying to avoid the incoming swarm of fangirls—blushing, breathless, and bursting into declarations of love.

And just as he’s lifting you higher, you mumble into his glove in your sweetest, sultriest voice, “Won’t you sign my tits, Pro Hero Hawks?”

He scoffs. Classic Keigo. “Yeah, yeah.”

You figured that’d be the end of it, like always—a quick getaway, some grumbling, maybe a feather-flick to the forehead. But not this time.

He’s flying fast. Too fast.

Before you know it, he’s landing hard on some random rooftop, hidden away from the street, pushing you up against a stone wall next to a rusted door that probably leads to nowhere. The air between you turns heavy. His golden eyes are sharp. Hungry.

He peels his gloves off with his teeth, one by one, still staring at you like he’s got something to prove. His hands slide under your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and lifting you like it’s nothing. Then he’s biting at your shirt, bunching it up in his mouth before holding the fabric in his hand—exposing just enough to make your breath hitch.

Then, in that cocky, ego-dripping voice of his, he says:

“Yeah, anything for my fans. I’ll sign ’em alright. Wanna use my mouth or my cum—your choice, angel.”

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“Let’s get married.”

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The clock showed 11:40 pm. The wine glass on the nightstand probably had just a drop left. This was his chance to let loose and unwind, like he did almost every night.

"Let’s get married."

Those words instantly caught his attention; his tired eyes now focused intently on her. a look of calm indifference, but you could see his eyes grow alert for just the slightest of moments. He wasn't sure if she was messing around or if she was being serious.

Upon noticing Nanami's increasingly tense and serious expression, she paused, hesitant to continue speaking. Her voice lowered, and got softer.

"Kento, don't you think we've been dragging this out for too long? Let's take things seriously. It's been two years," she said, pouting as she crawled closer to him. Sitting beside him, she cradled his arm close to her chest.

Nanami slowly closed his book, his mouth slightly agape as he searched for the right words.

"I..." He looked down, feeling unprepared for her question. He hadn't anticipated her asking at this moment; he had been waiting for the perfect time, which this wasn't. He was constantly occupied with work, almost always busy. You could tell just by looking at him, he was clearly exhausted.

She was waiting for him to finish. But he didn’t. He looked dumbfounded. She felt more and more insecure by the moment.

“Kento?”

His eyebrows furrowed, and he inhaled deeply before speaking, gathering his composure.

When you didn't say anything else, he sighed and went back to his book. "Why would you even suggest something silly like that?" He said bluntly.

"I... Hey! It's not 'silly.' I'm serious, Kento," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation as she frowned at him.

He let out an exasperated exhale, tapping his finger on the page of his book, his expression once again downcast.

"Usually, it's the man who suggests such a thing. It's not your place to be proposing that, Y/N," he responded, his tone firm.

"Oh, but I'm tired of waiting. I can't take it anymore-" she began.

Nanami suddenly slid his arm out of her embrace, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.

"Are you clueless or something? I'm barely ever home. How would that work out?" he questioned, his tone tinged with frustration.

"Quit," she said almost immediately.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, visibly annoyed.

"I won't," he replied firmly.

"Kento. If you want to continue this, you should make more time for your future wife," she insisted, her tone a mix of frustration and longing. He remained silent for a while, still staring down at the page of his book.

"Find someone else to fulfill your needs, I suppose," he finally said, his words cutting through the air.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. How could he say something like that? Her eyes now glistened with moisture, on the verge of tears.

"You're crazy," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

"I'm not. I'm being logical,"

The sound of tears hitting the mattress caught his attention, prompting him to look up at her. Seeing her crying, he grunted and closed his book abruptly, setting it to on the nightstand. Regret flooded in as he realized he didn't want her to leave him.

"I’m sorry.” He whispered, reaching out to hold her close. He didn’t want her to leave.