loser barista izuku ♥︎ scribbles notes in chicken scratch on your drinks on days he notices you aren’t as peppy. “you’re doing better than you think”, “proud of you”, “green looks good on you.” -> the last one finally piques your interest. you say hi the next day; he blushes so hard he drops your change.

but his reserve lasts about two days. the following week, he starts getting smart-mouthed.

“interesting outfit choice,” he greets from behind the espresso machine as you stare down a stain by the register. “your usual?”

you raise an eyebrow. “interesting how?” the milk frother sputters from across the room. “..yeah.”

he tucks a napkin under your coffee before sliding it across the table, fingers leaving tiny smudges where his palm meets the worn wood. “just bold, is all.”

“huh.” you take the drink from him, the cup’s rim kissed by condensation. “and by that you mean?”

“told you I liked you in green last week,” he bags a pastry for you, “you’re wearing green today.”

“here. on the house.”

the bag he’s still holding out to you is already bleeding grease into the bottom. there’s a freckle by his jaw twitching every time he clenches it. dork.

you take it from him carefully. your fingers touch.

“I’m starting to think you just like me.”

he looks relieved. “took you long enough.”

tomura should be at the club? nah tomura should be high at a movie theater, watching the minecraft movie at 12 pm on a wednesday

post final war Shigaraki posing as a Benihana chef to evade capture in the United States x reader who shows up alone on a weeknight

“Ted?” Tomura looks down at the name tag, then back up at his supervisor. “That’s not my fucking name.”

“I know. It’s for the customers,” his supervisor says. Tomura hates having a supervisor. He hates everything. “They’ll feel more comfortable with a name they can pronounce.”

“If they can’t pronounce Tenko, they’re idiots.” Tomura almost fumbles the name he adopted when he got here — his old name, which feels like it belongs to somebody else. “I’m not wearing that.”

His boss clenches his jaw. “Look,” he says, “I’m trying to help you. Do you want to keep this job or not?”

finally a good april fools day post

WORD COUNT: 1,245

INDULGING: sfw and suggestive at worst, modern/college au, petnames ‘princess’ + ‘sweetheart’, touchy, banter, domesticity over plot, he’s got a fat crush on you, f!reader, some language

ROMY’S NOTE: art in header is by mongsanghwa on twitter, divider by strangergraphics. this one’s been marinating in the drafts for way too long omfg. written for marley hehe ! love you

the only reason you live with gojo satoru is a clerical error. some system glitch paired you two as roommates even though mixed gender dorms weren’t an option (in 2009 japan? absolutely not).

you argued, demanded a reassignment, but the university was already overbooked. all remaining single dorms were full and, no, there were no other available options unless you wanted to couch surf for the rest of the semester. the housing office’s compensation? a rent discount. a big one.

a financial miracle, honestly. living near campus for dirt cheap was a deal you couldn’t refuse, even if it meant putting up with him: a loud, arrogant, 6’3 headache.

which is how you ended up here — standing between the beds in your mismatched socks, coffee mug in hand, digging in his ‘pile’ to see if you can find this week’s language arts assignment.

he leaves his cups in the sink unwashed, clothes strewn over every empty surface, cologne bottles all over the (shared) bathroom counter, and sunglasses in every drawer despite owning only one pair of eyes.

sure, there are benefits. he pays for takeout more often than not, usually without asking for reimbursement. he’s weirdly quiet when he knows you’re studying. he’s clearly very popular, yet weirdly never brings anyone home. and even though he’s a shameless flirt, never crosses any real boundaries with you.

still. he’s annoying. which is why you don’t feel particularly bad when you steal his clothes.

who's gonna tell him..

your boyfriend is a little too in his head about telling your father about your relationship

trans rights are human rights 💖 happy trans visibility day 🏳️‍⚧️

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.