it makes my day to hear my writing comforts you, and i want that for all of my readers more than anything. im sorry to hear youre having a tough day, and so i hope that the toji fic ive just written helps you even more. iloveyou and im so proud of you!! please enjoy!

𓍢   ଓ    ׅ   ⬞   EVEN ON HARD DAYS

SUMMARY: after a long, heavy day leaves you feeling quiet and worn down, Toji comes home and immediately senses something’s off. without pushing for answers, he offers the kind of steady, quiet comfort only he can — holding you close, distracting you with small talk and your favorite drama, and just being there. then when little Megumi wakes from his nap and sees you still feeling low, he joins in, offering his own quiet, childlike comfort.

WC: 1.8K including bonus scene!

NOTES: this is for all my readers going through a tough day, and could use some wholesome husband toji to cure them<3

The front door shut with a muted click, the dull sound of keys landing in the catch dish following a beat later.

Toji had just gotten back from the gym, the usual ease in his muscles from a good workout still lingering, though the second he stepped into the quiet apartment, he felt it — that shift in the air. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful. The kind that clung heavy to the walls.

His eyes flicked toward the couch, where you were lying, half curled up with your back to the room. You weren’t scrolling on your phone, not flipping through some show you barely paid attention to, not even pretending to read like you sometimes did. You were just… there. Still.

And that alone told him enough.

Toji stood in place for a second, running a hand through his still-damp hair, the last bit of gym sweat cooling on his skin. His usual sharpness faded into something quieter as he toed off his boots, stretching his neck with a soft crack before wandering over.

He didn’t say anything at first — just leaned against the back of the couch, gaze soft but unreadable. His voice finally broke the silence, low and calm.

“Bad day?”

You shrugged, the motion small, barely there, and didn’t lift your head. That was more answer than he needed. Toji exhaled quietly, moving around the couch and settling down onto the other end. His body sank into the cushions, one arm stretched along the back, not crowding you but close enough that you could feel the steady comfort of his presence.

“Yeah,” he said after a beat, voice easy and even. “I’ve had those.”

The two of you sat in that soft stretch of quiet for a few moments, no pressure to fill it with small talk. Toji wasn’t the kind of man who forced conversation, and you’d always appreciated that. After a minute or two, you shifted slightly — enough to lean your shoulder against his thigh, head resting where the fabric of his sweatpants met skin. He didn’t flinch, didn’t stiffen; just lowered his hand to rest against your shoulder, fingers tracing absent, lazy patterns across the fabric of your shirt.

“Long one, huh?” he murmured, not asking for details — just giving you room to breathe.

You nodded, the weight in your chest easing just a little, and Toji tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling like he was thinking about the right thing to say. But in the end, it wasn’t words that did it.

It was the way his hand moved, slow and steady, along your arm. The way he shifted slightly so you could tuck yourself closer without needing to ask. The way he sat there — the way he always did — like he wasn’t going anywhere.

“C’mere,” he said softly, after a while, moving just enough to make room. You slid closer, settling into the space at his side, your head resting against his chest. His arm came around you, comfortable and warm, palm resting against your hip, anchoring you there. Not tight, not clingy. Just steady.

You could hear the faint rhythm of his heart, solid and even, and for the first time all day, your shoulders lost their tension.

“Don’t gotta talk about it,” he muttered into your hair. “But if you do, I’m here.”

You stayed quiet, but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t the type to fill the air with meaningless noise. After a few minutes, he shifted slightly, glancing toward the TV remote on the coffee table.

“Wanna watch somethin’? Could throw on that dumb show you like,” he offered, lips quirking just slightly, voice lighter. “The one with all the drama and the bad acting. You know the one.”

You let out a soft laugh, the first one of the day, and his arm tightened around you for a second — just enough for you to feel it.

“That’s better,” he said quietly, leaning his head back again, content to just hold you there against him while the world moved on outside your walls.

And when you finally relaxed enough to close your eyes, his hand kept that same slow, unhurried rhythm along your arm, like a silent promise that no matter how heavy the day had been, you weren’t carrying it alone.

Not while he was here.

The low murmur of the TV filled the living room, some over-the-top drama playing in the background — the kind of show Toji usually made fun of but never shut off when you wanted it on. You were tucked under his arm, your head resting against his chest, fingers loosely curled against the fabric of his shirt. The weight of the day hadn’t disappeared, not fully, but it wasn’t crushing anymore. Not with him there.

Neither of you said much, the silence broken only by the occasional snort from Toji when the acting on screen got too ridiculous.

Then, soft footsteps echoed from down the hall — small and unhurried, the kind of shuffling sound only one person in the house made. Toji’s head tilted slightly, eyes flicking toward the hallway before you both saw a sleepy little figure step into view.

Megumi.

His hair was mussed, sticking up even messier than usual from his nap, and his oversized t-shirt hung a little crooked on his small frame as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. The room was dim, but even in the soft light, the kid’s sharp little eyes caught onto something right away.

He blinked at the two of you on the couch. His gaze flicked between his father’s arm around you and the faint traces of sadness still lingering on your face, even though you’d tried to smooth it over.

Toji felt the small shift in your body as Megumi approached, and he didn’t move or let go — just gave your side the slightest squeeze, wordlessly letting you know he’d noticed too.

Megumi padded over on quiet feet, stopping right in front of the couch, looking up at you with a frown that was a little too perceptive for someone his age. His small voice came out soft and unsure.

“…Mama, you okay?”

The question was so simple, so honest, that it tugged at your chest all over again. You managed a small smile, brushing a hand through his messy hair, fingers lingering there for a moment.

“Just a rough day, sweetheart. I’m alright.”

But Megumi didn’t look convinced. He climbed up onto the couch, carefully settling himself in the open space on your other side, not saying much — just pressing his small shoulder into yours, his little hand resting gently against your arm in the same quiet, thoughtful way his father did.

Toji watched the whole thing, lips quirking slightly at the sight of his son trying to comfort you the same way he would, even without being told. His hand came to rest along your shoulder again, his other reaching across to give Megumi a light tap on the back.

“Good instincts, kid,” he muttered, a quiet smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “She needed that.”

Megumi didn’t say anything, just leaned against you a little more, his small weight warm and comforting. Toji gave your side another gentle squeeze, and the three of you sat there like that — tangled up in quiet comfort, the world outside forgotten for a little while.

The show kept playing in the background, the drama on screen ridiculous enough that Toji finally huffed out a dry chuckle.

“See? Told you it was dumb,” he muttered, glancing down at you, his voice low but steady. “But if it keeps your mind off the rest of the day, I’ll sit through the whole damn season.”

Megumi tilted his head up, wide-eyed. “Even the boring parts?”

Toji snorted. “Yeah. Even the boring parts.”

And just like that, the heaviness started to ease again. Not all at once, but enough. Between Toji’s steady presence and Megumi’s small, quiet warmth, you weren’t alone. Not now. Not ever.

BONUS SCENE!

The drama played on, the volume low, the room dim and calm. Somewhere along the way, the weight of the day finally caught up with you. Curled between Toji and Megumi, your body had relaxed more than you realized — the exhaustion slipping past the point of resistance.

Megumi had dozed off first, his small head tipped onto your shoulder, the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing matching the quiet rhythm of the room. You weren’t far behind, lulled by the warmth of both of them, your hand still lightly resting on your son’s back even as sleep pulled you under.

Toji glanced down at the two of you when the room fell completely silent, save for the sound of soft, even breaths.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. No sharpness, no teasing — just that quiet, rare softness he kept locked away from the world. He reached over and muted the TV, then sat there for a moment, just looking at the two of you.

The weight on your face was gone now, replaced by the peaceful kind of exhaustion that only came from finally letting go.

He shifted carefully, standing up slow so he wouldn’t jostle either of you too much. First, he leaned down and scooped Megumi up, the kid’s small body curling instinctively into his chest, head flopping against his shoulder without waking.

“Light as ever, kid,” Toji muttered under his breath, carrying him down the hall with practiced ease. He laid Megumi in bed, pulling the blanket up around him and smoothing a hand once over his wild hair before heading back to the living room.

You hadn’t moved much, still half-asleep on the couch, your head now tilted slightly against the pillow where Megumi had been. Toji crouched down in front of you, brushing his knuckles lightly against your cheek, watching your face stir just slightly — not fully waking, but enough to know you were safe, settled.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “Let’s get you to bed.”

With the same care he’d shown his son, Toji slipped one arm under your legs and the other around your back, lifting you up against his chest. You shifted instinctively, head resting against his shoulder as he carried you through the quiet apartment toward the bedroom.

He laid you down gently, pulling the blanket over you, tucking it around your shoulders the same way you’d done for Megumi countless times.

For a moment, he just stood there in the low light, staring down at you. The kind of woman who held the whole house together, the kind of woman who always put everyone else first. And even on a rough day like today, even when you’d barely spoken, you still made space for him and for Megumi.

Toji leaned down, pressing one soft, unhurried kiss to your temple.

“Got you,” he whispered. “Always.”

He switched off the light, slid in beside you, and settled close enough for you to shift toward him even in your sleep, the two of you breathing in sync as the weight of the day finally slipped away for good.

And for once, the world could wait.

YES LETS GO

Ꮺ LAZY MORNINGS AND LOVE ♩  ᛝ

SUMMARY: waking up with your two boyfriends on a lazy morning filled with affection, cuddles and more.

WC: short story, 583!

NOTES: just fluff but some kissing and stuff, not anything smutty. OKAY pls tumblr let this post

The morning light streamed lazily through the half-open blinds, spilling onto the tangle of limbs and messy sheets that made up your shared bed. It was a Saturday, the kind of day where lectures and deadlines didn’t exist — just soft pillows, sleepy sighs, and the warm, unspoken comfort of the two boys tangled up with you.

Nagi was the first to stir, white hair even more tousled than usual, his cheek pressed against your shoulder as he blinked sleepily at the ceiling. His arms, heavy and warm, were looped loosely around your waist, and he let out a soft hum.

“Too early,” he mumbled, pulling you closer and nuzzling into your neck. “Let’s stay like this all day.”

Reo’s voice floated in from behind you, slightly more awake but just as relaxed. “You always say that, Nagi. But you know they promised we’d go get pancakes today.”

His hand slid across your stomach, fingers linking lazily with yours while his lips brushed the back of your ear. The soft affection made your heart flutter — this was the best part of living with them: the little domestic moments that made your chest ache with warmth.

“Yeah, but pancakes can wait,” you murmured, turning slightly to catch Reo’s lips in a sleepy kiss. He smiled against your mouth, deepening it just slightly, before pulling back to look at you — his lavender eyes sparkling, but gentle.

“Fine,” Reo chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Fifteen more minutes. But only because you’re both too cute to say no to.”

Nagi’s lips found your shoulder, placing featherlight kisses there as his hands started wandering — slow and lazy, like he had all the time in the world. His touch was soft, the barest brush of fingertips over your skin, until he tilted his head, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Reo’s right, y’know,” he whispered, voice still husky from sleep. “You’re cute when you’re all squished between us.”

Reo laughed softly, his hand sliding down your waist, joining Nagi’s, the two of them bracketing you perfectly, keeping you sandwiched between their warmth and affection. The mood shifted from sleepy to something a little more heated, but still soft — all gentle touches and playful teasing.

“Should we make them beg for pancakes?” Reo teased, his voice a low purr against your ear, while Nagi’s fingers lazily traced patterns on your thigh under the covers.

“Too much work,” Nagi yawned, trailing his lips lower along your neck. “I just wanna hold you.”

You melted into the attention, letting the sensation wash over you — their touches weren’t rushed or demanding, just sweet and slow, like the three of you were caught in your own little world. Eventually, the heat turned to giggles, as Reo tickled your sides, pulling you back from the brink of anything too serious.

“Okay, okay, I surrender!” you laughed, breathless as both boys grinned at you, clearly pleased with themselves. Reo pressed a final kiss to your cheek, and Nagi, predictably, refused to let go, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

It wasn’t the steamy kind of morning you might’ve expected with two gorgeous boys as roommates, but it was perfect. Comfortable, safe, full of love — the kind of closeness that made your heart feel like it might burst.

And as the minutes ticked by, with soft touches and whispered jokes shared under the covers, you realized you didn’t mind waiting for pancakes at all.

okay lowkey this sounds so cute for fluff esp for katsuki OKAOKAY thank you for ur request!!!

˳　 ⊹ IN THEIR ARMS, I HEAL 𓏼 𝜗℘

SUMMARY: this story follows the reader as they navigate depressive episodes, finding comfort and support from the MHA boys.

CW: depression, emotional struggles, anxiety, feelings of isolation, mention of self-doubt, and potential triggers related to mental health challenges. please read with caution if these topics are sensitive for you. this is super repetitive; so it can get boring but enjoy while you can!!

NOTES: including: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, kirishima eijirou, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida and hitoshi shinso! please enjoy! btw, i literally made every story start the same js with diff characters HELP so... YEAH ANYWAYS ENJOY READING

KATSUKI BAKUGO

Katsuki Bakugo was never one to show weakness. To him, emotions were a distraction, a vulnerability that could get in the way of his goal—becoming the strongest hero. That’s why he kept his distance from everyone. He didn’t need anyone. He didn’t need their pity, their concern, or their soft words. He didn’t have time for people who couldn’t keep up with his pace.

But there was one person who was different. You.

You weren’t like the others. You weren’t fragile or weak. You were… sunshine, a light in his life that made him feel things he didn’t want to feel. You had this ability to make him want to protect you, even when he didn’t understand why. Even when he told himself over and over again that he wasn’t the type of guy who needed to be there for anyone.

But the thing was, you needed him. He saw it in the way your eyes lost their usual sparkle, how you would shut yourself off from the world, retreating inward whenever things got tough. And today? Today, it was different. You’d been so distant lately, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

It was after class when he saw you. The common room was nearly empty, and you were sitting in one of the far corners, curled up on a couch, your knees pulled tightly to your chest. You didn’t even look up when he walked in—just stared blankly at the floor, lost in your own world. The usual lightness you brought to the room was gone, replaced by a heaviness that hung in the air.

Katsuki’s heart skipped a beat, but he refused to acknowledge it. He hated feeling this way. He wasn’t supposed to feel bad for you. He wasn’t supposed to care. But fuck, he did. And that pissed him off.

He gritted his teeth as he approached you. “Oi, Y/N,” he called, his voice sharper than he intended. “What the hell’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting like a damn zombie all week. Say something.”

You didn’t respond, your eyes barely flicking in his direction. That was when he felt it—this weird lump in his throat, the kind he hated. Why the hell did he care so much? Why did it bother him so much to see you like this?

He stood there for a moment, staring down at you, feeling the frustration bubbling up inside. “Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, and before he could talk himself out of it, he dropped down onto the couch next to you.

You didn’t move away from him, but you didn’t lean into him either. The space between you felt… different. It wasn’t like before when you could laugh together, joke around, or just enjoy each other’s company. Now, everything felt so damn heavy, and it crushed him to see you like this.

“I’m not gonna sit here and let you fucking ignore me,” Katsuki said, more forceful than he meant. He wasn’t good with soft stuff, and god knows he hated it. But seeing you like this, looking so lost, made him feel like he was going to lose his mind.

You finally glanced at him, but it wasn’t the usual look of affection or playful teasing. No, your eyes were dull, and your lips barely formed a faint, tired smile. It made his stomach twist.

“Y/N…” His voice softened. He didn’t know what to say, but the words spilled out before he could stop them. “Don’t hide from me. I’m not fucking stupid. I know when something’s wrong. I’m not gonna leave you alone like this.”

You blinked at him, almost surprised by the intensity in his voice. He could feel his chest tighten. He wasn’t good at showing this side of him—wasn’t even sure if he wanted to—but with you? With you, it was different.

For a moment, he was frozen, unsure of how to proceed. He was so used to being alone, so used to pushing others away. But now, with you sitting beside him, so fragile, so broken, he couldn’t just turn his back.

Katsuki reached out, his hand shaking just slightly as he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you toward him. It was an awkward motion—definitely not smooth, definitely not how he’d imagined it. But it didn’t matter.

You tensed for a second, and for a heartbeat, he thought you might pull away. But then, slowly, you leaned into him. Katsuki could feel the weight of your head rest against his shoulder, your breath shaky as you held back the tears. He clenched his jaw, feeling the pressure build in his chest.

“Don’t cry,” he muttered gruffly, even though he didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t good at this comforting thing. Not like Deku, not like Kirishima. But he was good at protecting you. That was what mattered right now. He could give you that.

You didn’t say anything. You just cried, silently, your body trembling as you let the emotions spill over. Katsuki, despite everything, couldn’t stop his hand from moving to your back, rubbing it in slow, soothing circles.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re going through,” he said quietly, his voice surprisingly soft, “but I know you’re stronger than this. I’m not letting you just fall apart and pretend it’s all fine.”

You snuck a glance up at him, eyes filled with a mix of sadness and gratitude. The sight made his chest tighten, but he wouldn’t pull away. No, not now. Not when you needed him. Not when you were his person.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he continued, voice firmer, though it trembled at the edges. “You don’t have to do this alone. I’m not gonna let you.”

You nodded against him, the tears starting to slow, though the ache in your chest didn’t seem to go away. But with him here, with his warmth surrounding you, you didn’t feel so lost. You didn’t feel so alone.

Katsuki didn’t say anything else. He didn’t have to. He just stayed there with you, holding you as you cried, as the storm inside of you slowly started to calm.

Even if he hated it. Even if he couldn’t understand it. He would never let you go through this alone. Not now. Not ever.

⸺

IZUKU MIDORIYA

Izuku Midoriya had always been the type of person who cared about others, but when it came to you, his affection for you went deeper than anything he’d ever experienced before. You were his light, the one person who made all the battles and struggles of his daily life feel worth it. You brought him peace when his mind would race with worries, and when things got tough, your smile would always be the thing that helped him keep going.

But lately, Izuku had noticed something—something he couldn’t ignore. The sparkle in your eyes, the warmth of your laugh, the way you’d joke and lift others up—all of it had faded. It was as if you were carrying some heavy weight, and no matter how hard you tried to smile, the light was gone. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he could see it in the way you acted. He could feel it in the silence that seemed to hang around you.

It wasn’t until that afternoon, after class, that he finally found you alone in the common room. The space was mostly empty, save for a few students working on assignments, but you? You were sitting on one of the couches, your posture slumped, your eyes unfocused. You didn’t even look up when he entered. The air around you felt thick, heavy—like the world had gotten too much, and you were too exhausted to fight it anymore.

Izuku’s heart sank when he saw you like that. He knew this wasn’t the bright, bubbly person he adored. You were still his sunshine, but the darkness surrounding you was making it hard to see the warmth he loved.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft but full of concern, almost shaky as he stepped closer. “Are you… are you okay?”

You didn’t respond right away, and that made his anxiety grow. He knew you weren’t one to hide your emotions, to bottle them up like this. Something was wrong, and Izuku couldn’t just stand there and pretend it didn’t bother him. He took a deep breath and walked over to you, sitting down beside you on the couch. He could feel the tension between you two, like there was a distance he couldn’t cross, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, you’re scaring me,” Izuku admitted, his voice shaking slightly. He tried to sound strong, but the sight of you like this was breaking his heart. “I don’t like seeing you like this… You’re not yourself.”

You finally looked up at him, but it wasn’t the look he was used to—the sweet, gentle gaze that always made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. No, today your eyes were dull, hollow, and full of sadness. It made his chest ache to see you like this.

“I’m fine, Izuku,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just… tired. I’ll be okay.”

Izuku’s eyes softened. He knew you were trying to brush it off, to make him think everything was fine, but he knew better. You weren’t fine. He could see it in the way your shoulders were tense, in the way you avoided looking at him for too long.

Without saying a word, Izuku gently placed his hand on yours, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin. The simple touch was enough to make your eyes well up. You weren’t sure why, but the kindness in his touch, the care in his eyes, made it all feel too much.

“I don’t want you to pretend to be fine,” Izuku said softly, his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand. His words were genuine, and the sincerity in his voice made your heart ache even more. “You don’t have to hide from me. If something’s wrong, I want to know. I’m here for you, okay?”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The dam broke. You let out a soft sob as tears started to fall, and Izuku immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. His embrace was warm, safe, and unwavering. He didn’t let go. Even when you started to tremble in his arms, he held you tighter, not saying a word, just letting you cry.

“I’m sorry, Izuku,” you whispered between sobs. “I don’t want to burden you. I just feel so… overwhelmed. Everything’s too much right now.”

Izuku shook his head, his voice firm and full of compassion. “You could never be a burden, Y/N. Never. I care about you more than you’ll ever know. Whatever you’re going through, we’ll get through it together. You’re not alone.”

You buried your face in his chest, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you let the tears flow freely. Izuku’s hand moved to the back of your head, gently stroking your hair as he whispered words of comfort, words that felt like they were healing the cracks in your heart.

“Take all the time you need,” Izuku said softly, his voice full of love and patience. “You don’t have to be strong right now. I’ll be strong for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

The sound of his words, the warmth of his touch, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, things could get better. With him by your side, it felt like there was still hope, even in the darkest moments. You let yourself lean into him completely, your body relaxing against his, as if you could finally breathe again.

Izuku didn’t push you to talk, didn’t pressure you to be okay. He just let you be, let you release everything you’d been holding inside. And when you finally pulled back a little, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes, you saw nothing but love and support in his gaze.

“You’re so strong, Y/N,” Izuku whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And I’m proud of you, no matter what you’re going through. We’re in this together.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude. Izuku was right. You weren’t alone anymore. And for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to believe that things could get better. With him, you didn’t have to fight the darkness alone. He would always be there, shining his light for you.

⸺

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

Kirishima Eijirou wasn’t the kind of guy to leave things unsaid or leave people to suffer alone. He was a natural protector, always putting others first and ensuring that the people he cared about felt safe and loved. But there was one person he cared about more than anyone else: you.

When he first met you, you were full of energy and positivity, always lifting him up, always there to share a laugh or a kind word. You were the kind of person who could brighten up even the darkest days with just a smile. And Kirishima had always admired you for it.

But recently, things had changed. He had noticed the way you withdrew more and more into yourself, how your usual spark seemed to fade with each passing day. The laughter wasn’t there. The light in your eyes was dimming, and no matter how much he tried to reach out, you pulled away. It had hurt him, not because you were pulling away from him specifically, but because he could see you struggling. And that hurt him more than anything.

He had tried to talk to you, to ask if everything was okay, but you’d always just brush him off with a forced smile and a “I’m fine.” He knew that wasn’t true, but he also knew you didn’t want to burden anyone. That was the kind of person you were—strong, independent, but maybe just a little too stubborn for your own good.

It wasn’t until one afternoon, when he returned to the dorm after training, that he found you sitting alone in the common room. He had expected to see some of the others hanging out, but the place was eerily quiet. Then he saw you, curled up on the couch, looking small and fragile. You were staring out the window, but your gaze was distant, unfocused. The world around you seemed to be moving on without you, and it hurt him to see it.

Kirishima’s heart immediately dropped at the sight of you like this. He didn’t care how many times he had to face his own fear—he couldn’t leave you like this. Not now. Not ever.

He walked over to you, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room. “Y/N?” His voice was gentle, but there was an edge of concern in it. “Hey, what’s going on? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

You didn’t respond right away. You didn’t even look at him. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. He hated seeing you like this—so quiet, so distant. It made his chest tighten.

“Come on, you know you can’t ignore me,” Kirishima said, sitting down beside you. He leaned in a little closer, trying to catch your eye, but you still avoided him. “I can tell something’s wrong. You’ve been pulling away. I don’t want you to deal with this alone, Y/N.”

You let out a soft sigh, almost inaudible. “I’m just… tired, Kirishima. I don’t want to drag you down.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He could hear the pain in your voice, the exhaustion that was so much more than physical. It was emotional, a weight that was suffocating you, and it killed him to know he hadn’t been able to help you sooner.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice soft but firm. “You’re not a burden. You never could be. I don’t care how tough you think you have to be, but you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here. Always. And I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

His hand reached for yours, gently lifting it to rest in his palm. His thumb brushed across your skin, the warmth of his touch grounding you, reminding you that he was right here beside you, even if you didn’t feel strong enough to face the world.

You finally looked up at him, your eyes red from the tears you had been holding in for so long. You hadn’t realized how much you needed someone until now. The exhaustion, the emotional toll of pretending to be okay—it all came rushing in at once.

“I don’t want to be weak,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I don’t want to be a burden to anyone, especially not you.”

Kirishima’s heart ached as he watched you, and before you could say another word, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up in his warmth. His embrace was strong, secure, the kind of embrace that made you feel like you could rest, even for just a moment, and let the world slow down.

“Stop that,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re not weak. You’re one of the strongest people I know. You’re just going through something tough right now, and that’s okay. But you don’t have to hide it. You don’t have to pretend for me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, Y/N.”

The words were simple, but they were all you needed. You didn’t have to fight it anymore. You didn’t have to be strong all the time. You could just be, and Kirishima would be there to catch you if you fell.

His arms tightened around you, his warmth spreading through your body. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, a rhythm that reminded you that you were loved, that you were cared for. You let yourself relax into him, surrendering to the safety of his embrace, the safety of someone who would never let you fall.

“It’s okay to let go sometimes,” Kirishima whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re not alone in this. I’ll be right here. We’ll figure it out together.”

You nodded against his chest, the tears falling once more, but this time they weren’t tears of sorrow—they were tears of relief, of comfort. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could breathe. The weight on your chest didn’t feel as heavy, and you allowed yourself to lean into Kirishima’s strength.

He held you until the tears subsided, rubbing your back and murmuring sweet words to reassure you, to remind you that it was okay to not be okay. Slowly, you began to calm, feeling the warmth of his love and his unwavering support fill the empty spaces inside you.

Kirishima didn’t expect you to suddenly be okay. He didn’t expect you to bounce back and be the same person you were before, but what mattered was that you didn’t have to face it alone. With him by your side, he would help you through it, no matter how long it took.

⸺

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto Todoroki wasn’t one to express his feelings easily. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel deeply; on the contrary, he felt everything intensely. His past had taught him that emotions were complicated, often painful, and so he learned to bury them. But you… you had changed him. You had shown him that it was okay to feel, to let someone else into the quiet parts of his heart.

You were his calm, his balance. When the storms of his thoughts would cloud his mind, you were the one who cleared the skies with your warmth and your smile. But recently, something had shifted. You weren’t the same bright and energetic person he had grown to love. The change was subtle at first—just small signs of weariness, but now, it was undeniable. Your smiles were forced, your eyes distant, and your usual laughter was replaced with a quietness that made Todoroki’s chest tighten.

He had tried to approach you gently, to ask if everything was alright, but each time, you’d reassure him with a tired smile and say, “I’m fine.” Todoroki knew better. He knew you weren’t fine. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel worse, but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

That’s why, when he walked into the dorm’s common room that evening and saw you sitting alone in one of the corners, he knew something had to be done. You weren’t crying or visibly upset, but the way you held yourself—slumped in a way that made you seem so small—broke his heart. His heart pounded in his chest, and for a moment, he stood frozen, unsure of how to approach you.

He was a man of few words, especially when it came to matters of the heart, but for you, he was willing to push past his discomfort. He couldn’t let you suffer alone, especially not when he cared about you more than anyone else in the world.

“Y/N?” Todoroki’s voice was quiet, but his concern was evident. “Are you… okay?”

You didn’t immediately look up at him. Instead, your gaze remained fixed on the floor, and he could see your hands trembling slightly in your lap. He took a cautious step forward, not wanting to startle you but needing to make sure you knew he was there.

“I’m fine, Todoroki,” you said, the words sounding almost mechanical. “Really. I just need a little space.”

Todoroki felt a pang of frustration. You weren’t fooling him. He had been through enough internal battles himself to know when someone was hiding the truth behind their words.

He didn’t push. He simply sat down beside you, close enough that his presence was undeniable, but not so close that he invaded your space. He respected your need for distance, but he also knew you weren’t going to open up unless he made it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere.

The silence between you stretched on for a few moments, but then, with a small sigh, you finally spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, Todoroki,” you murmured, not looking at him. “I don’t mean to push you away. It’s just… everything feels too much right now.”

Todoroki’s eyes softened as he turned to face you. His expression was calm, but his heart was heavy. He wanted to reach out, to take you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay, but he knew that words alone wouldn’t fix what you were feeling. Still, he couldn’t just sit idly by.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he said quietly, his voice steady, though the sincerity behind it was clear. “I understand more than you think. I know what it’s like to feel like you’re carrying everything by yourself.”

You blinked up at him, surprised by his words. The truth was, Todoroki wasn’t one to talk about his own struggles. He kept everything bottled up, never wanting to burden anyone. But when it came to you, he couldn’t help but open up in ways he never had before.

“I know you’re strong,” Todoroki continued, his voice softening even more. “But you don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to lean on others, especially the ones who care about you.”

You felt your heart swell with emotion, and for the first time in days, a lump formed in your throat, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming sense of relief. He was here. He wasn’t pushing you to be okay. He was letting you be—letting you just feel.

“I don’t want to drag you down,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

Todoroki’s gaze softened, and he leaned slightly closer to you, his warmth radiating even through the distance between you. “You could never be a burden to me,” he said, his words firm, but with the gentleness only he could provide. “You’re the last person I would want to lose. I care about you, Y/N. More than you know.”

His words broke through the walls you had built around yourself, and suddenly, the dam of emotion you had been holding back for so long came crashing down. Tears welled up in your eyes, and despite your best efforts to hold them back, they spilled over. But this time, they weren’t tears of despair. They were tears of release, of letting go, of finally allowing yourself to be vulnerable with the one person who had always made you feel safe.

Without thinking, you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder as the tears continued to fall. Todoroki didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, his warmth enveloping you like a shield from the world. His embrace was quiet, steady, and completely secure. It was everything you needed, even though you hadn’t known how badly you needed it until now.

“I’m here,” Todoroki whispered, his voice barely audible as he pressed his cheek gently to the top of your head. “You don’t have to face this alone. Not anymore.”

You nodded against him, your breath hitching as you tried to calm down, but it was hard. The weight of everything you had been carrying had been so heavy, and now, in his arms, it felt like the world wasn’t quite so impossible to bear.

Todoroki held you for what felt like hours, letting you cry, letting you let out everything that had been building up inside. He didn’t rush you, didn’t try to fix everything in an instant. He just let you be, let you heal in the silence of his presence.

When the tears finally stopped, and your breathing steadied, Todoroki pulled back slightly to look at you, his hands gently cupping your face. His eyes were soft, filled with understanding and care.

“You don’t have to apologize for being human,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing away the last tear from your cheek. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just want you to be happy again. And I’ll be here to help you through it, whenever you’re ready.”

You met his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. With him, you didn’t have to hide. With Todoroki, you could let go, be yourself, and heal. And maybe, just maybe, you’d be okay again.

⸺

DENKI KAMINARI

Denki Kaminari had always been the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve. He was outgoing, always cracking jokes and pulling pranks, his infectious energy lighting up any room he walked into. Most people knew him as the class clown, the goofy guy who could always be counted on to bring a smile to someone’s face. But the truth was, Denki cared more deeply than most realized. He cared about his friends, his classmates, and especially you, the one who had captured his heart in a way no one else ever could.

When you and Denki started spending more time together, it was like you brought out the best in each other. You were his sunshine, and he was your reliable source of laughter and light. His presence made everything seem a little less daunting, a little brighter. He loved making you laugh, loved seeing your eyes light up when he did something silly. You were his constant reminder that life wasn’t all about battles and struggles—it was about the little joys, the moments of peace.

But lately, he noticed something. It wasn’t as obvious at first, but it started to become more and more apparent as time went on. You had stopped laughing quite as easily, stopped cracking jokes with him. Your energy, the vibrant spark that always seemed to surround you, had started to dim. Denki noticed the little things—the way you’d avoid eye contact, the way you’d pull away when he tried to make you smile. It hurt him to see you like this, and it made him feel helpless.

It wasn’t until one afternoon, after a particularly grueling training session, that Denki found you sitting by yourself in the common room. Most of the others had gone off to do their own thing, but you were still there, sitting alone by the window, staring out at nothing in particular. The usual spark in your eyes was gone, replaced with a faraway look that made Denki’s chest tighten.

“Hey, Y/N,” Denki called softly as he walked over to you, his voice light but carrying an undercurrent of concern. “You’re looking a little down today. What’s going on?”

You didn’t look at him at first, and for a second, Denki felt a pang of worry in his chest. You had always been open with him before, always eager to share your thoughts, but now you were closed off. He knew something wasn’t right.

“M'fine, Denki,” you said quietly, but Denki could hear the tiredness in your voice, the way your words didn’t quite match the heaviness in the air.

Denki sat down beside you, not taking no for an answer. “You don’t look fine. I know you, Y/N. You don’t have to pretend to be okay around me, alright? I’m your boyfriend. You can tell me anything.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared out the window, the cool evening breeze rustling your hair. Denki’s heart ached at the sight of you like this, like the vibrant person he knew and loved was slowly fading into the background.

Finally, you sighed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to burden you with my problems, Denki. You’ve got enough to deal with already. I’m just… exhausted.”

Denki’s eyes softened, and he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You’re never a burden, Y/N,” he said, his voice sincere. “You never have been. You’re literally my girlfriend, and if something’s bothering you, then I want to be here for you. That’s what partners do. And besides, I’m really good at cheering people up.”

He gave you a goofy grin, his trademark goofy smile, but you didn’t smile back. He could see the sadness in your eyes, the way you were trying to hold it all together but just couldn’t anymore. Denki’s smile faltered slightly, but he refused to give up on you.

“You know,” he continued, his voice a little softer, “I may not be the best at all this serious stuff, but I know you. And I know you’re going through something tough. You don’t have to go through it alone, though. I’m right here, and I’ll do whatever it takes to help you feel better, even if it’s just hanging out and making dumb jokes. You don’t have to carry this weight on your own.”

You finally turned to look at him, your eyes filled with unshed tears, and for the first time in a long while, you let down your guard. Denki’s heart skipped a beat as you opened up, telling him about the overwhelming pressure, the feelings of exhaustion that had built up over time. It felt good to finally say it all out loud, even if it was to someone who, for all his goofiness, genuinely cared about you.

Denki listened, really listened, his eyes locked on yours as you spoke. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t try to fix everything in a moment—he just sat with you, supporting you in his own quiet way. And when you finally finished, when the tears began to spill over, he was there, his arms wrapping around you in the most comforting embrace.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I just… I don’t want to burden you, Denki. I don’t want to be this person.”

Denki pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression soft and full of empathy. “Hey, hey,” he said gently, his hands cupping your face. “You’re not a burden. You’re not a ‘this person.’ You’re just… you. And that’s enough for me. You’re amazing just as you are, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, okay? We’ll get through this together.”

You nodded slowly, the weight on your chest feeling a little lighter. Denki’s words, though simple, were all you needed to hear. He was there, and he always would be, no matter what.

Denki smiled again, this time more warmly, and without warning, he pulled you into a big hug, squeezing you gently but firmly. “I promise I’ll do my best to cheer you up. You deserve to feel better, and I’ll do whatever it takes to see that smile on your face again.”

You chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with a bit of sadness. “You don’t have to try so hard, you know.”

“Hey, I’m always up for a challenge!” Denki winked, his usual playful energy creeping back into his tone. “And making sure my favorite person in the whole wide world feels better? That’s the best challenge ever.”

As he held you in his arms, you allowed yourself to relax just a little, feeling the warmth of his affection wash over you. Maybe you still had a long way to go, but with Denki by your side, you knew you didn’t have to face it alone. You could let him be your light when everything else seemed too dim, and in return, you’d do your best to keep his brightness shining.

⸺

HANTA SERO

Hanta Sero was known for his ability to lighten the mood. Whether it was pulling pranks on his classmates, making witty remarks, or just being his easy-going self, he always knew how to bring a smile to people’s faces. He wasn’t the loudest guy in the room, but he had this effortless charm that drew people to him. And when it came to you, Sero was nothing but gentle. You were his sunshine, the one who made him feel like everything would be okay, even when things got tough.

But lately, he noticed a change in you. It wasn’t sudden, and it wasn’t something that could be pinpointed with one specific moment. It had been a gradual shift, a quiet change in the way you carried yourself. You’d stopped laughing at his jokes, and your once-vibrant smile had faded into something more reserved. Sero wasn’t oblivious—he could see the signs of someone who was struggling, and it made him worry.

He’d try to get you to talk, try to make you laugh again, but you always brushed him off with a soft, “I’m fine, Sero.” And that made him frustrated. He wanted to help, but he wasn’t sure how to break through your walls.

One evening, after training, Sero was walking back to the dorms when he spotted you sitting alone in the courtyard. It was quiet, the only sound being the soft rustling of the trees in the breeze. You were staring off into the distance, your body hunched slightly as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

Sero’s heart sank. He could tell you were holding something in, something heavy, and he hated that he couldn’t fix it immediately. But he wasn’t going to just leave you there, alone, battling whatever was going on in your head. He walked up to you slowly, his sneakers making soft sounds on the pavement, and when you heard him, you turned slightly, giving him a small, tired smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sero greeted, sitting down beside you without asking. He always felt comfortable with you, and he hoped you felt the same. “You okay?”

You didn’t immediately answer, and Sero could tell you were trying to find the right words. The silence between you stretched for a moment, but Sero wasn’t going to rush you. He knew you’d talk when you were ready.

“I don’t know,” you finally said, your voice quiet, like you were still trying to figure out how to say it. “Everything just feels… too much right now.”

Sero didn’t have all the right words to fix what you were going through. He didn’t pretend to understand exactly how you felt, but he did know one thing—he would be there for you, no matter what. That was a promise.

“Hey, that’s okay,” he said gently, his tone serious for once. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. You don’t even have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to. But you do have to know that I’m here, alright?”

You gave him a weary look, your eyes flicking to his face, and for a second, it felt like you were trying to figure out if he was being serious. And then, slowly, you let out a sigh, a little shakier than you meant it to be.

“I feel so tired,” you whispered. “Like… like nothing I do is enough. Like everything’s just… overwhelming.”

Sero’s heart ached at the sound of your voice. He knew what it was like to feel like you were losing control, like the pressure was building up and you couldn’t handle it anymore. He’d been there too, struggling to figure out how to keep everything together while everything felt like it was falling apart. But the one thing he’d learned? It wasn’t about being perfect. It was about having people around who cared about you, and being willing to lean on them.

“You’re more than enough, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft but unwavering. “You’re doing great, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. And I know I’m not a therapist or anything, but I’m a pretty good listener, and I’m definitely here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”

You blinked, feeling a warmth spread through you that you hadn’t realized you needed. It wasn’t a grand gesture, nor did it need to be. It was just Sero, being the person he always was: honest, straightforward, and with the unwavering assurance that he’d stick by your side no matter what. It felt good to hear, even though you knew you didn’t have all the answers yet.

“I don’t want to drag you into this, Sero,” you said quietly. “You’ve got your own stuff to deal with.”

Sero shook his head, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Not even for a second. I care about you, Y/N. And I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to face everything alone.”

He nudged you gently with his shoulder, his playful side creeping back in despite the serious conversation. “You know, if you want, I could always tell you some terrible puns to cheer you up. Or maybe I could just let you throw a couple of dodgeballs at me. I can take it.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his antics, even though it felt shaky. The smile that pulled at your lips was a weak one, but it was there, and that meant something. Sero smiled back, his eyes soft with understanding.

“You don’t have to force yourself to smile,” he said, his voice kind and patient. “But you are going to be okay. I believe in you.”

The way he said it, with so much sincerity, made you feel like maybe you didn’t have to have everything figured out just yet. Maybe, for now, you could just lean on him a little more, let him help you through the hard moments.

“Thanks, Sero,” you whispered, the weight on your chest easing just a little. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sero’s smile widened, and he gently ruffled your hair, a gesture that was both comforting and lighthearted. “Don’t worry about it. We’ve got each other’s backs, right? You’re not alone in this.”

And just like that, as the evening sun dipped lower in the sky, you found yourself sitting there with Sero, feeling a little less burdened by the weight of everything. It wasn’t a magic fix, but with him by your side, you knew you’d get through it, one day at a time.

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TENYA IIDA

Tenya Iida had always prided himself on his sense of duty. As a class representative, he was responsible for ensuring everyone followed the rules and that everything ran smoothly. He was disciplined, organized, and serious about doing his best, both as a student and as a friend. There wasn’t much that could shake his composure—except, of course, seeing someone he cared about in pain.

And lately, it was you. It wasn’t sudden, but Tenya had noticed the changes. The way you would become quieter, less enthusiastic, and the way you started withdrawing from those around you. He’d catch you staring off into the distance during lunch breaks, or when you’d force a smile whenever he’d try to make small talk. He had seen this before—he had seen students struggle, and he knew it wasn’t something that could be ignored.

Though Tenya was aware of your struggles, he also understood that you had a tendency to push people away when you were hurting. You didn’t want to burden anyone, and he respected that. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried. He wasn’t someone to sit idly by when someone he cared for was in distress. He would find a way to help, no matter how long it took.

One evening, after a long day of training, Tenya found himself walking back to the dorms. He had finished his tasks for the day, but there was something on his mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he hadn’t done enough for you lately. He wanted to speak with you, to make sure you were okay. So, he did what he always did when he was feeling uncertain—he followed his sense of responsibility.

When he entered the common room, he spotted you sitting alone on one of the couches. Your shoulders were slumped, and your gaze was distant, staring at the floor. Tenya’s heart tightened at the sight. He had been trying to respect your space, but it was clear now that you needed him more than ever. He took a deep breath and walked over to you, trying to stay calm and composed, though a part of him was worried.

“Y/N,” Tenya said softly, kneeling in front of you so he could meet your eyes. “Is everything alright? You’ve seemed… distant lately. Please, talk to me.”

You lifted your gaze slowly, and for a moment, Tenya saw the exhaustion in your eyes. He could tell you were struggling to keep up appearances, trying so hard to act like everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.

“I’m fine, Iida,” you replied, your voice soft but strained. “I just need some time to myself, that’s all.”

Tenya didn’t move. He knew this was the part where you would try to push him away, to convince him that you didn’t need help. But Tenya wasn’t going to let you go down that path alone. Not this time.

“I understand the importance of personal space,” he said with a steady, reassuring tone. “But I also understand that sometimes, we all need someone to lean on. You don’t have to go through this by yourself, Y/N. I’m here for you.”

You were quiet for a moment, looking down at your hands. Tenya’s eyes softened, and he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, offering his warmth and presence as a reminder that you weren’t alone.

“I know you don’t want to burden anyone,” Tenya continued, his voice sincere. “But you are never a burden to me, Y/N. Not now, not ever. I care about you deeply. You don’t have to carry this weight alone.”

The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and for a moment, Tenya simply sat there, allowing you to cry. He didn’t try to rush you or tell you to stop. He simply let you feel what you needed to feel, knowing that the release was just as important as the comfort.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his voice calm and soothing. “You don’t need to explain. I’m not going anywhere. Just let me be here with you.”

After a while, you stopped crying, your sobs tapering off into soft, shaky breaths. Tenya remained by your side, rubbing your back gently and offering silent reassurance. His presence alone was steady, unwavering, and it made you feel just a little bit lighter.

“Thank you, Tenya,” you whispered, your voice raw but grateful. “I didn’t know how much I needed someone to just… be here.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Tenya said, his voice filled with warmth. “It’s my responsibility to be here for you, just as you’ve always been there for me. Friends help each other, no matter what.”

He smiled at you then, the usual seriousness in his expression replaced with a gentleness that only appeared when he was completely at ease with someone he trusted. His hand squeezed your shoulder, a small but comforting gesture.

“If there’s anything else you need—whether it’s to talk, to distract yourself, or even just to sit in silence—I’ll be here. You don’t have to face this alone.”

You looked at him, your heart swelling with gratitude, and though you still felt the weight of your emotions, there was a small glimmer of hope in your chest. With Tenya by your side, you knew you could take things one step at a time.

“Thank you,” you said again, this time with a small, tentative smile. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. And Tenya’s heart swelled at the sight of it. He would always do everything in his power to make sure that smile remained, even if it was small and fleeting.

As the night continued, Tenya stayed with you, his presence solid and comforting. He didn’t pressure you, didn’t try to force you to talk if you weren’t ready. Instead, he simply made sure you knew that no matter how dark things seemed, he would always be there, a steady, unshakeable force in your life.

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HITOSHI SHINSO

Hitoshi Shinso wasn’t one for crowds. He preferred his space, the quiet, and time alone to recharge. His sarcastic humor and aloof attitude often gave people the wrong impression, and he had learned to be okay with that. He didn’t need anyone’s approval, nor did he particularly care for the company of people who didn’t understand him. But when it came to you, things were different.

From the moment you had started talking to him, he’d felt something shift. You weren’t like the others. You didn’t treat him like an outcast or judge him based on his quirk. Instead, you saw the person beneath the aloof exterior. You’d smile at him like it was nothing, like he wasn’t someone to be feared or misunderstood. And it made him feel… seen.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about you drew him in. You were the sunshine in his otherwise gloomy world. Your laughter, your bright energy, and your genuine kindness made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to hide behind his walls all the time. You made him feel like he was worthy of being cared for.

But lately, he’d noticed a change in you. The smiles had become rarer, and the spark in your eyes seemed to fade each day. You started pulling away, retreating into yourself, and it hurt him in a way he hadn’t expected. He wasn’t great with feelings, never had been, but this was different. It wasn’t just the usual loneliness he’d been used to—it was something deeper, something darker, and it gnawed at him.

One night, after everyone had gone to bed, Hitoshi found himself walking through the dorms, unable to sleep. His mind kept drifting back to you. He wanted to help, wanted to pull you out of the place you’d been slipping into, but he wasn’t sure how. His usual methods of deflecting and staying distant didn’t seem to work with you. And it frustrated him, more than he cared to admit.

As he passed by the common room, he stopped when he saw you sitting by yourself, curled up on the couch. You looked so small, so fragile, and it broke something inside him. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to fix it, but he knew he couldn’t leave you there alone, not like this.

“Y/N?” he called softly, his voice low, but with a hint of concern. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer immediately, and for a moment, he thought you hadn’t heard him. He stepped closer, and when you looked up, he could see the heaviness in your eyes, the way you were struggling to keep it all together.

“I’m fine, Shinso,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just need some space.”

He sighed, a soft exhale of frustration. He wasn’t going to let you push him away this time. He may not have the perfect words, but he knew one thing: you didn’t have to go through this alone.

“No,” he said quietly, sitting down beside you on the couch, a little closer than he usually would. “I’m not letting you push me away. You’re not fine, and I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

You stiffened slightly, clearly caught off guard by his insistence. But Hitoshi wasn’t backing down. He wasn’t going to let you hide from him anymore. He might not have a perfect track record when it came to comforting people, but when it came to you, he’d try.

“I don’t want to burden you with my problems,” you finally said, your voice thick with emotion. “Everyone else has enough to deal with.”

Hitoshi turned his head to look at you, his eyes serious, yet gentle. “You’re not a burden. You never have been. You don’t have to deal with this alone, and you don’t have to pretend everything’s okay around me.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening as you tried to hold back tears. But Hitoshi, as awkward and reserved as he was, didn’t look away. His gaze was soft, patient. He might not have had the perfect words, but his presence was enough to let you know that you were seen, that you mattered to him.

“I’m here, Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice lower than usual, almost like he was letting down a wall for you. “I don’t need you to be happy all the time or put on a brave face. I just need you to know that if you need someone to sit with you, even if we’re not talking, I’m here. You don’t have to push me away.”

Your lip trembled at his words, and for the first time in a while, you let yourself break. You leaned into him, just a little, but it was enough to let the tears fall. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t try to stop you or tell you to calm down. Instead, he sat there, his arm gently wrapping around your shoulders, offering you the quiet comfort you had been craving.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I just feel like everything is too much to handle. Like I’m drowning in it.”

Hitoshi didn’t say anything for a long moment. Instead, he just pulled you in closer, his body warm against yours. He didn’t need to fix everything. He didn’t need to say the perfect things. Sometimes, just being there was enough. And that was what you needed the most.

“You’re not drowning,” he finally said, his voice soft but firm. “You’re just… tired. And that’s okay. You don’t have to carry it all at once. You’ve got people who care about you. You’ve got me.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes, and though the pain in your chest didn’t disappear, it felt just a little lighter. Hitoshi didn’t expect you to heal overnight. But as long as you had him by your side, he would make sure you never felt like you were facing your struggles alone.

“Thanks, Shinso,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think you cared this much.”

“I care more than you know,” he replied quietly, his arm still around you, pulling you in a little tighter. “I’m not going anywhere.”

In that moment, with his arm around you and his quiet support, you knew you didn’t have to face the darkness alone. Hitoshi might not show his emotions the same way others did, but he was there, steady and unwavering, and that was all you needed.

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(✿ ᴗ ᴗ） COMPETITIVE HEARTS♩  ᛝ

SUMMARY: in a high school AU, you’re in a relationship with Zayne, a perfect, talented guy. struggling with insecurity as graduation approaches, you feel overshadowed by his success. Zayne reassures you that you’re enough just as you are, deepening your connection and proving that love and mutual support matter more than perfection.

CW: female reader, insecurity, competition, emotional vulnerability, intimate relationships, intimate moments, some heavy kissing, suggestive situations, and adult situations, fluff.

WC: 1.3K!

NOTES: okay so this doesnt have much detailed smut in it, it's more fluff and angst for like academic rivals. btw, to the person who requested this - im so sorry if i misinterpreted this LMFAO i might've done something different to what you asked but this is what i thought you mean ! hope you enjoy!

You’ve always prided yourself on being driven. Even as a kid, you were the one who stayed up late, pouring over textbooks, making sure you understood every equation, every word in every essay. Excellence wasn’t just a goal — it was a lifestyle. You had big dreams, and nothing was going to stop you from achieving them.

But now, in the final year of high school, you’re starting to wonder if it’s all worth it.

Because he is here.

Zayne. The guy everyone else in your grade looks up to. The valedictorian. The one everyone whispers about when they see him in the hallway, standing near the windows, dark eyes scanning the world around him as if he were too much for anyone to keep up with. He doesn’t try to act intimidating; it’s just who he is. Top of the class, debate team champion, and a guy who somehow excels at everything — even sports — despite being the definition of “cool detachment.”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a thing for him. Hell, everyone had a thing for him. But there was one small problem: you were his girlfriend.

You were the one who’d caught his eye.

The days after graduation were a blur of parties, congratulations, and farewells. You could barely focus on any of it. All you could think about was Zayne. The way he looked at you. The way his hand felt wrapped around yours. He was going off to university soon, just like you were, but somehow, it felt like the time was slipping away too fast.

You hadn’t expected to feel so… insecure. Not now, not after everything you’d overcome together. But there it was, gnawing at the edges of your confidence.

Zayne was perfect. Always perfect.

You, on the other hand, were still trying to figure out how you were supposed to navigate this relationship — and your life — without falling short. Without feeling like you were constantly playing catch-up.

A week later, you were sitting on Zayne’s bed, your legs crossed, and a notebook open in front of you. You hadn’t touched it in hours, the pages were still blank, and you couldn’t focus on a single thing. Zayne had just come back from a long day of volunteering at a charity event for his future college. He looked so effortlessly put together, with his soft gray hoodie, his hair tousled just enough to look intentional.

“You’re staring at that notebook like it’s going to bite you,” he said, dropping his bag on the floor before sitting beside you.

You laughed softly, but it wasn’t genuine. “Just thinking,” you muttered, glancing at the pages again. You tried to focus but your thoughts kept drifting back to how much easier things seemed for him.

Zayne tilted his head, his eyes soft but piercing. “What’s really going on?"

You shook your head, trying to brush it off. “Nothing. Just… stress. I can’t concentrate.”

“You can’t focus on that because you’re trying to outrun me,” he said, his voice a little teasing but with a serious undertone. “That’s what this is, right? You think you need to beat me at something to be enough.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding a little faster. His eyes were steady, like he could read you like a book. “No. I don’t need to beat you. I just… feel like I’m never going to live up to your level. And it scares me.”

Zayne leaned closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture. “Listen to me.” His voice dropped an octave, and you found yourself leaning in despite the nagging voice in your head. “I love you. All of you. And none of that—” he waved his hand vaguely toward your notebook “—none of that matters to me. Not as much as you do. You’re not my competition, and I don’t want you to ever think that. I want you beside me, not because you can keep up, but because you’re you. And that’s everything I need.”

You swallowed thickly, the warmth in his words flooding your chest. It was hard to admit it to him, but… you needed to hear this. You needed the reminder that you weren’t just the person constantly running behind him.

Your voice cracked slightly as you whispered, “But it’s hard. I’m not like you.”

Zayne’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. “I know you’re not. But that’s what I love about you.” His hand gently cupped your cheek, tilting your head up so your eyes met his. “You’re not like me. And I don’t want you to be. I don’t want you to be anyone else. You’re exactly what I need.”

The room seemed to grow quieter, the hum of the outside world fading as you stared into his eyes. The vulnerability in your chest began to loosen. You hadn’t realized how much you needed this, needed him, until now.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. It started slow, tentative, but Zayne responded with a deep, needy kiss that made your heart race. His lips tasted like mint and something entirely him. You slid your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss.

Zayne’s hands drifted down to your waist, tugging you toward him until your chest was pressed against his. The heat between you two, the closeness, was enough to make your head spin.

“You’re all I need,” Zayne murmured between kisses. “You’re perfect to me.”

And that’s when you realized — maybe you didn’t need to be perfect in every way. Maybe the only thing that mattered was the way Zayne loved you, flaws and all.

Later that evening, after dinner and the usual quiet conversation, Zayne pulled you back into his bedroom, the door clicking softly behind you. The air between you was different now, more intimate. He’d taken a step back, both of you having processed the emotional weight that had been hanging between you for weeks.

But now, his touch was gentle, but insistent. He gently laid you on the bed, his body hovering over yours. There was nothing rushed about it, just a slow, patient exploration of one another. His lips trailed from your mouth down to your neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ve wanted you like this for a while,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear as his hands slipped under your shirt, the cool air on your bare skin sending another shiver through you.

You felt a knot form in your stomach, a mixture of desire and uncertainty. The tension that had been between you two earlier now manifested as a thick, intoxicating pull. You wanted this. You wanted him. But you still felt the weight of insecurity.

But Zayne’s soft kisses along your jawline seemed to quiet that voice in your head. “You don’t need to be anyone else,” he said, his breath hot against your skin as he slowly undid your shirt. “Not for me. Just be yourself.”

His words unraveled the last of your doubt, and you let yourself relax into his touch. His hands were soft but sure as they traced the curves of your body. His fingers slid along the waistband of your pants, and you gasped as he dipped lower, his touch teasing but gentle.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zayne murmured, his eyes dark with desire. He took his time, tracing every inch of your skin as if memorizing you. The tenderness of his touch made your heart race, the lingering insecurity melting away as you let yourself give in.

It was slow at first. His hands explored, and his kisses deepened as he undressed you. You could feel the tension in his body — he was holding himself back, waiting for you to tell him when it was too much.

But you didn’t want to stop. You needed this closeness. You needed to feel him, to know that it wasn’t just about accomplishments or accolades. It was about connection.

When he finally slid inside you, you gasped, your nails digging into his back. Zayne cursed softly, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in shallow bursts. “No… it’s perfect.”

He moved slowly, patiently, letting you adjust, his eyes constantly scanning your face to make sure you were okay. It was everything you needed — his presence, his care, his love. It wasn’t about being perfect. It was about this. About him giving you the space to be exactly who you were.

“You’re more than enough,” he said again, his voice rough with desire. “More than I ever could have imagined.”

As the night went on, the love between you two grew, built on mutual understanding, trust, and the vulnerability you’d shared. You didn’t need to be better than him. You just needed to be with him.

Morning came, and as you woke, you found yourself wrapped in Zayne’s arms. His lips were softly pressed against your hair, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. No expectations. No competition. Just you two, together.

You looked up at him, his sleepy gaze meeting yours. “I love you,” you whispered.

He smiled, kissing your forehead softly. “And I love you. Don’t forget that. You’re perfect to me, just the way you are.”

And with that, the last of your insecurities melted away. You were enough. You had always been enough.

SAY LESS!!!

૮ 𓏵  BLLK BOYS SEX HEADCANONS 𓂂 ⠀୧

SUMMARY: bllk boys sex headcanons !!! including: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, reo mikage, nagi seishiro and shidou ryusei ofcourse!

CW: graphic sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, light degradation, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, penetration (protected), overstimulation, orgasm control, power play, possessive behavior, dirty talk, filthy language, light bondage (silk ties, wrist restraints), hair pulling, marking (hickeys, bruises), aftercare themes, nipple play, semi-public teasing, lingerie kink, mirror sex, jealousy/possessiveness, rivals-to-lovers tension, lazy sex, sleepiness kink (consensual), emotionally detached sex with underlying feelings, slight choking (consensual), smutty dialogue, smut with plot, fem!reader

NOTES: first time doing headcanons, mb if out of character ..

ISAGI YOICHI

“Surprisingly filthy once the lights are off.”

• He’s got a praise kink like you wouldn’t believe. Call him a “good boy” and he’ll come undone.

• Loves face-sitting. Will hold your thighs down and just stay there like it’s his job.

• Moans. Loudly. Thinks he’s being quiet but he’s absolutely not.

• He might start off soft and loving, but give it a few rounds and he’s pounding you from behind, hand in your hair, telling you how tight you feel.

• Post-nut cuddles? Non-negotiable. He’s holding you like you’re the championship trophy.

BACHIRA MEGURU

“Chaos in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

• Into overstimulation — both ways. Will finger you until your legs are shaking, then eat you out just to see how far you can go.

• Definitely into playful bondage. Ties your wrists with his jersey, grinning the whole time.

• Calls sex “playtime” and means it. Loves experimenting, roleplay, teasing, even risky public stuff.

• Wild with his tongue. He’ll go down on you and hum just to hear you moan his name louder.

• Filthy talker. He’ll whisper how wet you are, how he can feel you clenching, and laugh when you whine.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

“Pretty boy with a sharp edge.”

• Looks like he’s delicate. He’s not. He’ll have your legs shaking with precision thrusts, hand at your throat, lips on your ear.

• Into mirror sex. Wants you to watch him ruin you. Loves hearing you beg for more.

• Huge into aftercare. Washes you gently, kisses every mark he left on your skin.

• Hair pulling? Yes, please. Let him grab your hair, pull your head back, and whisper how good you feel.

• Will edge you for hours if you let him, smirking when you cry from being denied.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

“The gentle giant who will absolutely break your back.”

• Has the stamina of a god. One round? Nah. Try four. Maybe five.

• Big into body worship. Loves how small you look underneath him. Kisses every inch of you.

• Quiet grunts, deep groans — and when he finally lets go, he growls your name.

• Pick-you-up-and-fuck-you-against-the-wall strength. And he will use it.

• Will blush like crazy when you compliment his size… but still make you scream his name in the next breath.

ITOSHI SAE

“Cold in public, nasty in private.”

• Has a serious dominance streak. You don’t cum until he says so. And you better ask politely.

• Into degradation — but classy. “You really think you deserve this cock? Prove it.”

• Finger game = elite. He’s calculated. He’ll hit your G-spot and just watch you come apart.

• Doesn’t get flustered. He’s calm, composed, and relentless while he’s inside you.

• Rarely shows emotion… until he’s close. Then he mutters your name, voice strained, breath on your neck. Killer.

ITOSHI RIN

“Quiet but dark — you bring out his wild side.”

• Intense eye contact. Wants you to look at him while he’s deep inside you, wants to see you fall apart.

• A little possessive. He doesn’t say it, but the way he marks you with hickeys? Loud and clear.

• Grinds more than thrusts — slow, deep, intentional. You’ll feel every inch.

• Gets off on you being needy for him. Texts you while he’s at training: “Touch yourself. Don’t cum until I get home.”

• Hair messy, flushed cheeks, breathing hard as he whispers, “You’re mine.” And he means it.

MICHAEL KAISER

“Cocky, flashy, and absolutely unhinged in bed.”

• Loves showing off — will make you cum over and over just to prove he can.

• Calls you “princess,” “baby,” “my good little slut” — all in the same breath.

• Loves watching himself fuck you. Mirror, phone camera, even recording from his POV. Egotist to the core.

• Into lingerie. Buys you expensive sets just so he can rip them off.

• Will pull your panties to the side, slide in, and whisper, “Tell me how perfect my cock feels.” And god, it does.

OLIVER AIKU

“Big captain energy with a freaky side.”

• Experienced. Knows exactly how to touch you, how to hold you, how to break you.

• Dirty talker deluxe. “That’s it, baby. Look at you. So cock-drunk already?”

• Gives the best aftercare — draws you a bath, massages your legs, kisses your forehead like you didn’t just get railed into next week.

• Loves when you ride him. Hands behind his head, smug smirk on his face, letting you take what you need.

• Also into threesomes. Would absolutely invite someone else in, just to watch you get devoured while he takes care of the rest.

REO MIKAGE

“Spoil me and let me spoil you.”

• He’s a giver, first and foremost. Reo gets off on making you feel spoiled, overstimulated, and ruined — but only by his hands.

• Will buy you the most luxurious lingerie and then say, “You’re not allowed to take it off. That’s my job.”

• Total power play in the sheets. He’s used to control in every part of his life — and that carries over. He’ll have you on your knees, begging for his cock, while he keeps a hand under your chin, smirking.

• Into marking you — hickeys, bites, handprints on your ass. He wants to see proof of himself on your body.

• Big on eye contact. He wants you to look him in the eyes while you cum. It’s a control thing, and a connection thing.

• Aftercare KING. Wipes you down with warm towels, feeds you chocolate-dipped strawberries, runs a bath. You’re his princess, but a filthy one.

NAGI SEISHIRO

“Too lazy to care… until he’s in the mood. Then it’s over.”

• The type to say “meh” to everything all day… but when he wants you? Game over. Lethal in bed once his switch flips.

• Big into lazy sex — letting you ride him while he lies back, groaning lowly, hands on your hips guiding you like he’s half-asleep… but his eyes are locked on you the whole time.

• But sometimes? He gets possessive out of nowhere. You’ll kiss someone on the cheek or wear something too short and suddenly he’s flipping you over, face-down, ass-up, giving you slow deep strokes while whispering, “Mine. Only mine.”

• Messy oral. Doesn’t care if his face gets drenched — in fact, he loves it. Goes down on you like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

• Moans under his breath. Soft but filthy — little curses, drawn-out groans, and “fuck, that’s so good…”

• He’ll act like he’s too tired to go again… until you beg. And then he’s flipping you onto your back and fucking you so hard the headboard slams the wall.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

“Violent, vulgar, and sinfully good at ruining you.”

• Ferally dominant. Doesn’t make love — he fucks. Rough, loud, messy, and unapologetically aggressive about it.

• Biting. Everywhere. Your neck, thighs, shoulders, ass — he marks you like he’s claiming territory. Loves when you’re covered in bruises from the night before.

• “Don’t act all shy now,” he’ll growl as he shoves his fingers into your mouth or drags his tongue up your thigh. “You knew what this was.”

• Dirty talk is constant. Shidou will moan, curse, growl, and say the filthiest shit while keeping eye contact.

• Public sex kink? Massive. He’ll finger you in a bathroom, eat you out in a locker room, and tell you to be quiet while he fucks you with people right outside.

hello!!! im so glad you enjoyed your request, and im so sorry that you're feeling upset and i really hope my next writing can help you!!!! youre lucky im feeling rly active today LMFAO so lets get to work!!!

.  𓂃 ଓ ۪   ݁ WHEN THE WORLD FALLS APART, I STAY 𓈒      x

SUMMARY: after a day filled with disappointment and emotional strain, you come home defeated. xavier senses the heaviness and offers quiet, unwavering comfort—no questions, just love. in his arms, you finds solace, he reminds you that even when everything else goes wrong, he will always stay.

CW: this piece includes themes of emotional distress, disappointment, and interpersonal conflict (e.g. friend drama, feeling overwhelmed). while the story is ultimately comforting and supportive, it touches on moments of emotional vulnerability and frustration. reader discretion is advised for those sensitive to these topics!!!

WC: 1.1K!

NOTES: for any xavier fans who are just feeling a bit down in the dumps rn . . . reqs are open if anyone want something similar with another character!! (doesnt have to be l&ds)!

The rain had started hours ago. Not a dramatic, cinematic downpour—just that steady kind of drizzle that made everything feel heavier. The kind of rain that matched the weight of a day gone completely wrong.

It had started with something so simple. Xavier had been excited all week—hell, maybe even longer. There was this event, something you both had been talking about forever. Something that should’ve been easy. Just a few clicks, some fast fingers, and the tickets would be yours. But when the page finally loaded—seconds after the timer hit zero—it was already over. Sold out. Not even a single seat left. The screen mocked you with its red lettering while your heart dropped.

And that had only been the beginning.

After that, it was like the universe decided to pile it on. A conversation with a friend had turned unexpectedly sour—passive-aggressive words, little jabs that cut too deep, and the kind of tone that made it clear something had been festering for a while. You tried to be patient, tried to talk through it, but somehow it twisted and escalated, and suddenly you were left with that horrible, hollow feeling. The one that came from wondering if you’d just lost someone who once felt safe.

By the time you made it back home, the silence felt like too much. Too loud. Too sharp. You dropped your bag by the door, didn’t bother to pick it up, and all you could do was sit on the edge of the couch, staring blankly at nothing, overwhelmed.

That’s when Xavier came in.

He didn’t barge in with noise or questions. He just stepped in quietly, gently closing the door behind him like he already knew—without you saying a word—that today hadn’t been kind.

He saw you, and his face softened instantly. “Hey,” he said, voice low and warm, as if even his tone was trying not to disturb the fragile threads holding you together. “Didn’t even get a hello text. That bad, huh?”

You didn’t even answer. You just nodded once, your lips twitching as if you might try to smile but couldn’t quite make it happen.

Xavier walked over and crouched down in front of you, one knee on the carpet, the other arm resting lightly on your knee. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” he murmured, his fingers curling softly around your hand, grounding you. “I’m here. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Your throat tightened, and you blinked fast, trying to fight the sting in your eyes. But Xavier noticed. He always noticed.

Without waiting for permission, he moved up onto the couch, tucking himself beside you, pulling you gently—carefully—into his arms. It wasn’t one of those dramatic movie hugs. It was quiet. Steady. He cradled you like he was built for it. One hand at the back of your head, the other curled around your shoulders, and his voice soft and close to your ear.

“Today can go to hell,” he said lightly, like he was trying to make you smile, even just a little. “Honestly, I’ll write a very strongly-worded letter to the universe. Something passive-aggressive and full of glitter so it never forgets.”

You let out a breath—something between a laugh and a sob—and he held you a little closer.

“I know how much you wanted those tickets,” he went on. “And it sucks. It really, really sucks. You were fast, you did everything right, and still—it didn’t happen. That’s not your fault. You didn’t mess up.”

You shifted slightly, resting your forehead against his shoulder, the scent of him—something warm and familiar, like lavender and the cotton of old t-shirts—helping slow your racing thoughts.

“And then your friends,” Xavier whispered, as if speaking it too loud would make the pain sharper. “God, I’m sorry. That’s the worst part, isn’t it? The people you think will always be soft with you, and suddenly they’re sharp and distant. That kind of hurt gets deep.”

You nodded wordlessly, and he pressed a loving kiss into your hair.

“But I want you to hear me right now, okay?” His voice was calm, steady. The kind of voice you could fall asleep to. “This one day doesn’t define anything about you. Not how capable you are, not how loved you are, not how strong. It’s just… a bad day. A really bad one. And you’re still here. You’re still breathing. That’s brave, you know.”

You didn’t answer, but your body relaxed a little, your weight leaning into his more freely. He felt it and smiled gently, rubbing small, lazy circles into your back.

“We’ll find something else,” he promised. “Another event. A better one. One with even more ridiculous merch tables and overpriced snacks. And you won’t have to fight the internet for it, because we’ll camp out, or I’ll build a bot, or I’ll buy from a sketchy guy named Greg on the street corner. Whatever it takes.”

You gave the softest laugh, and he tilted his head to look at you. “There’s that sound I love,” he whispered. “God, I missed that sound today.”

Xavier pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around the both of you in one smooth motion, his arm still around you like it belonged there—and it did. He shifted so you were lying down together now, legs tangled, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“You don’t have to pretend you’re okay around me,” he said. “You don’t have to be anything but real. Cry if you want. Be quiet. Rant about everything that went wrong. Or just lie here. I’ve got you either way.”

And so you stayed like that. Not talking. Not moving much. Just breathing, slowly syncing your breath with his, feeling the warmth of his hold chase away the lingering cold of the day. His fingers played lazily with yours, and his thumb stroked the back of your hand in the kind of rhythm that told you he could stay like this forever.

Eventually, your heart started to ease. The weight in your chest didn’t vanish, but it didn’t feel so unbearable anymore. Because you weren’t holding it alone. Because Xavier was there—solid, warm, unshakably kind—and somehow, that made everything just a little bit better.

Even if the world had been unfair today.

Even if people had let you down.

Even if the tickets were gone and the drama stung and nothing had gone to plan.

Xavier stayed. He stayed, and he loved you through it.

And for now, that was enough.

That was everything.

HIHI THANKYOU FOR THE WARM WELCOME AND OF COURSE!!! this is such a cute idea!!

  x   𓎟𓎟  STEAM AND STARDUST ★

SUMMARY: after a particularly demanding week filled with long missions and very little downtime, Xavier invites you to stay the weekend at his place- somewhere private, quiet, far from the hum of ships and constant notifications.

CW: female reader, 18+ MDNI, romantic fluff and aftercare, sensual bathtime setting (shared bath, implied nudity), masturbation (partnered, fingering), oral-style teasing and dirty talk (light dominance), p in v, cowgirl, from behind, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), creampie (implied, no protection mentioned), gentle dom!Xavier vibes, cursing, explicit language, consensual, emotionally safe atmosphere, post-sex tenderness and cuddling.

WC: 1.0K!

NOTES: FIRST REQUEST and was super fun thank youso much!! this was a bit more smutty than fluffy, but lmk if you want more fluff in the next req!! thank you so much and enjoy!!

The sun had already dipped below the horizon by the time they arrived—his apartment dimly lit with soft, ambient lighting and the scent of something warm and earthy in the air. Xavier had planned ahead, of course. Candles glowed along the edge of the bathroom counter, casting golden light over polished tile and the deep tub that filled slowly, water laced with herbs and essential oils.

“You’ve been quiet,” Xavier said, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it by the door. “Long week?”

You gave him a tired nod, toes curling into the soft rug underfoot. “Yeah. Feels like we didn’t stop moving.”

He crossed the room in a few steps, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you close. His lips brushed your forehead, then your cheek. “Then we’re not doing anything tonight. No missions. No comms. Just this.” His voice dropped. “Just us.”

By the time the tub was ready, your clothes were somewhere forgotten between the bedroom and the hallway. Xavier helped you in first, and then climbed in behind you, his thighs bracketing yours, arms circling your waist beneath the surface of the water.

His touch was soothing at first—fingers drawing lazy shapes over your skin, voice low as he murmured about nothing and everything. But soon, the silence between words shifted, heavy with anticipation.

“You’re so soft here,” he whispered, his hand moving from your stomach down between your thighs. You gasped, leaning back into him. He groaned quietly, like the sound of your pleasure was a trigger, a signal he’d been waiting for all week.

“Relax,” he said again, breath hot against your neck. “Let me take care of you.”

One hand stayed firm on your hip, the other sliding lower, finding that sensitive spot with practiced ease. His fingers moved with a slow rhythm, teasing, circling, dipping just enough to make your legs twitch beneath the water.

“Xavier,” you breathed, hand reaching back to grip his thigh.

He chuckled, low and dark. “That’s it. Say my name again.”

He shifted behind you, and you could feel the hard length of him pressing against your lower back beneath the water. His teeth grazed your shoulder, lips moving against your skin as he murmured how much he missed you, how beautiful you looked bathed in steam and starlight.

Then, with no warning, he slid two fingers inside you—slow but deliberate—curling them just enough to make your head drop back onto his shoulder. His thumb kept its rhythm against your clit, dragging you higher, tighter.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered. “You’ve been holding everything in all week. Jus'let go for me.”

Your breath came faster, chest rising out of the water as your body arched, hips moving to meet every stroke of his fingers. He knew your body well—knew when to slow down, when to build you up again until you were gasping his name with every breath.

He held you when you came, whispering praise into your ear, not stopping until the tremors left your body. Then he turned you to straddle his lap, water sloshing gently around you both. His hands ran up your back, mouth finding yours with hunger, and you felt him slide against your entrance, hard and ready.

“Round two,” he said with a smirk, voice low and full of promise. “This time, I get to feel all of you.”

You could feel him, thick and hot beneath you, pressed between your thighs as the water lapped around your hips. Xavier leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper now—less teasing, more claiming. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your body ache.

His hands moved to your hips, guiding you as you shifted just enough to line yourself up with him. The moment the tip of his cock slid into you, both of you exhaled like the weight of the entire week had lifted. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, until your thighs pressed against his and you were seated fully in his lap.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your neck, holding himself still for a moment, as if savoring the feeling of being buried inside you.

Your hands braced against his shoulders, your forehead resting against his. The intimacy of it—warm water around you, skin to skin, hearts pounding in sync—felt overwhelming in the best way. You rolled your hips experimentally, and Xavier’s grip on you tightened.

“Just like that,” he whispered, breath ragged. “Use me. Take your time.”

And you did—slow, deliberate rolls of your hips that had both of you moaning softly into each other’s mouths. The water sloshed lazily around you with each movement, the heat and slickness amplifying every delicious grind, every drag of his cock against your walls.

Xavier’s hands roamed your back, your thighs, sliding up your spine and into your hair, tugging gently as his mouth found your collarbone. He murmured your name like a prayer, like it was the only thing grounding him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said through gritted teeth, hips finally beginning to move with yours. He thrust up into you, slow and deep, matching your rhythm until every breath was a shared moan.

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the slow burn building again—this time hotter, needier. You were close already, and he could feel it. His hand slid between you, thumb circling your clit with the same practiced care he gave to everything else.

“Come for me again,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

And when you did—clenching around him, mouth falling open in a silent cry—he held you tight, fucking you through it until he followed with a groan, spilling inside you with a final thrust and a shudder that rocked through both of you.

You collapsed against his chest, the water now rippling gently around your tangled bodies. For a moment, the only sound was your breath and the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

“Think we needed that,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded with bliss.

He laughed softly, running a hand through your wet hair. “That was just the start of the weekend.”

BONUS . . .

Later, after drying off and slipping into soft robes, Xavier wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you onto the couch. The stars twinkled through the glass above as you curled into him.

“Tomorrow,” he murmured, “we sleep in. And then…” His lips brushed your ear. “Round three?”