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The countryside has a big impact on a certain someone, maybe it'll be brought up again?
a/n i'm sick n i hate it so i did this on a whim might delete later and redo it or sumn
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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.”
xi. — operation failed
warnings: N/A
Hajime was pumped up, and it’s obvious that he is. He’s running the treadmill a little faster today and his form feels nothing less than perfection. In short, he’s feeling good. He’s feeling himself. Issei and Takahiro watch their friend from afar, doing another workout machine on the opposite side of the gym. They’ve been staring at him for a hot minute now but he seems to be too into his own world to notice.
“Are you guys still staring at him?” Tooru asks as he grabs his phone and angles it to his face. He’s on facetime with Issei’s phone this time. Since he said, quote, “Takahiro’s way of showing the camera something is like those middle school fight videos,” end quote. He left to make himself something to drink and came back to see those two still watching Hajime.
Issei looks down at his phone that was in his hand and flips the camera, bringing it up so Hajime is in view. “Look at him,” he says.
“He’s motivated,” Tooru hums.
“I’m so proud,” Takahiro sighs and shakes his head, wiping away an invisible tear from the corner of his eye.
Tooru nods, wistfully adding, “He’s come a long way.”
“He hasn't even asked for her number yet,” Issei states.
“Don’t jinx it,” Tooru and Takahiro say at the same time. Issei rolls his eyes and waves the two off. How dramatic. He wasn’t going to jinx things. Probably. Er, hopefully.
“Hey.” Issei and Takahiro jolt at the sudden voice that came from behind them, whipping their heads around to see Hajime. His figure glistens with sweat with his cheeks slightly flushed as he catches his breath after being on the treadmill, a towel draped around his neck.
Takahiro mutters, “Is this what fan service looks like?”
“Yes,” Issei replies.
“Stop it,” Hajime huffs. Tooru can be heard snickering over Issei’s phone. Hajime checks the time on his own device, staring at it for an unusually long second before stuffing it back into the pocket of his shorts. “Let’s go,” he says. He was quick to leave his friends behind and heads straight towards the gym’s entrance. Issei and Takahiro glance at each other before instantly following him not long after.
Hajime swings the door open and exits the gym, turning and walking to the Bone Zone. He stops mid step once he sees a certain someone in the near distance. Takahiro and Issei already caught up to him and the two stop mid step as well. He looks over his shoulder and at his friends, “You two wait here.” He takes a step forward then pauses again. “I mean it,” he glares at them before walking ahead.
“..Should we listen?” Takahiro asks. Issei looks at him before the two guys look at his phone screen, Tooru staring back at them.
“Be inconspicuous,” Tooru affirms.
You left at your usual time rather than earlier. It’s hard to understand why you’ve been walking the dogs earlier these past few days. Maybe it’s because of that time you walked with Hajime to the park, maybe you’ve been leaving early in hopes to catch him.
Tadashi is putting ridiculous thoughts in your head.
You blink out of your daydreaming when you hear Hank yip and start tugging at his leash. “Hey, what-” You look forward only to see the exact man you were just thinking about. Hajime approaches you, though a little awkwardly if you could assume. You look behind you, you were a good distance away from the Bone Zone. Still, even though you are out of sight it didn’t hurt to be cautious. Having to deal with the others finding out you’ve kind of, not really, been meeting up with Hajime will cause them to lose their minds. Koushi already knowing is enough for you.
It’s a little funny, acting like Hajime is your little secret or something. You just don’t want them berating you about getting back into dating. It’s easier for you to go at your own pace.
“Haji,” you smile. Hajime stops in front of you just as you stop in front of him. Hank yips again, tugging at his leash and jumping up. Hajime leans down and pets the corgi, then petting Lucky, then Zuzu. It was a cute sight.
“Not heading to the park?” he asks.
You shake your head, “I was gonna make a couple rounds around the neighborhood instead.” He hums in response, giving the three dogs a bit more affection before standing back up.
“I can walk with you if you want,” he says. It was kind of him to offer but you can’t help but feel a little guilty.
“It’s fine, I’ve already took up too much of your time in the past. I don’t wanna take any more.”
“Didn’t I tell you last time I had fun? I like spending time with you,” Hajime asserts. It’s odd, hearing such a nice statement like that. Maybe because you used to be made to believe that you weren’t enjoyable at all. All because of a loser of a guy, gross. You don’t think like that anymore, even if sometimes it’ll pop back into your head every now and then. But you don’t want to think that way. So hearing that come from someone else’s mouth, especially him, makes you feel… Really good.
You feel your face start to warm and you clear your throat. “Oh, well, uhm..” What are you supposed to say to that? ‘I really like your company too’? Oh, well you could say that. “I really like hanging out with you too. Hank probably agrees,” you say as you motion to said dog. You see a grin creep up on his mouth.
“Coming back from the gym again?” you question.
He nods, “Yeah, I parked my car nearby here since there wasn't much parking spots near the gym earlier.” Bold faced lie, but you don't need to know that.
Issei and Takahiro did, in fact, not stay put. The two were hiding behind a car that was close enough to see Hajime talking, but far enough to not be seen. At least, not immediately. Issei peeks out from behind the car, pointing his phone at Hajime’s direction so Tooru could see. “I don't think he’s asked yet,” he mutters.
“Ugh, what's taking him so long?” Takahiro groans.
“There has to be a build up,” Tooru says. Issei nods in agreement. He then abruptly crouches down and Takahiro raises a brow.
“What?”
“I almost got caught.”
Hajime looks around as if he felt eyes on him. “Is something wrong?” He hears her ask as he simply shakes his head. Weird. He did feel like someone was watching him but maybe it was his imagination.
“I wanted to ask you something, actually,” he states. He saw her today, which means today has to be his lucky day. If he doesn't do it now then who knows when exactly he’ll be able to ask for her number. She was looking at him expectantly.
“I was wondering if–” The sound of a phone going off is heard and it cuts him off. She sheepishly smiles at him and takes out her phone, seemingly putting it on silent then putting it away
“Sorry.”
“No, it's fine. I just wan–” Ding.
Then again, and again, and again. Who the hell is sending messages that fast? He can see the annoyance etching on her face. She takes out her phone once more and he can see her expression change to one of a sense of urgency. “I have to head back,” she quickly says.
“Did something happen?” he asks. He can feel his luck evaporating.
“Dog fight,” she says. Well, not exactly what he was expecting. “I’m sorry. Tell me next time, okay? Have a good day!” She rushes off with a quick goodbye, his eyes following her as she disappears inside the Bone Zone with the three dogs. He admits, he's a little disheartened that he wasn't able to ask. Maybe those three dumbasses really are bad luck.
Speaking of, he can feel that he's being watched again. He turns and spots a flash of black and pink hair behind a nearby car. Of course they wouldn't listen. He heads towards the parking lot and circles around the car. “Didn't I tell you two to stay put?” he says, unamused by their antics.
“Tooru told us to,” Issei and Takahiro say at the same time as they point at Issei’s phone.
“What?!” Tooru yells.
“Go home,” Hajime tells them. He strides towards his car, which was on the other side of the lot, listening to his two friends whispering behind him while they followed. Issei did park his car close to his. He can hear Tooru chip in at times. Next time, next time he’ll definitely ask with no interruptions. He just hopes he won't have to wait too long.
• Hajime confirms all three friends are bad luck
• The dog fight was in fact alleviated
• The dog whisperers are in fact dog whisperers
• You did most of the mediating
• You enjoy Hajime's company, that alone makes up 99% of the fact that he wasn't able to ask for your number
• Issei and Takahiro forced him out for ice cream again
a/n hi... it's been over a year (three months) im so sososososo sorry for coming out with this chapt wayy later than expected 😭 ive been so busy and unmotivated, ive just recently gotten my motivation again and im aiming to get chapters out weekly or (if im pushing it) every other day, if there's any mistakes lmk bc i wrote this at 12 am and haven't proofread !!
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could I get cheeky!Amajiki? 🙏🙏
a. tamaki x reader
. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 535 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: possibly ooc . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ a/n: i hope i did him justice i haven't written for him in a long long time, this was so fun to write tho !!!
cheeky! tamaki amajiki whose hand would graze yours anytime you walked side by side together. but not on purpose, no, how could this man ever do such a thing on purpose? he’s just fidgety, that's all. right?
cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would take a bite of the food you were offering from your hand. you held out your popsicle, a new flavor you decided to try out. “want some?” you asked. it was expected he'd take it from your hand, but instead he leaned over and took a bite while you were still holding it. “it’s cold,” he muttered as he felt a sharp iciness sting his teeth. you sat there, blinking at him while he continued to eat his own popsicle.
cheeky! tamaki amajiki who went home after and face planted onto his bed, his mind replaying what he had done over and over again. he almost wanted to die of embarrassment. but he also kind of liked the look on your face, so he guesses it wasn't so bad.
cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would grow used to your praises and maybe, maybe not, purposefully accomplish something to gain it. “i did better on this exam than the last,” he muttered like he didn't study even harder this time. he glanced at you, your eyes met his which caused him to look away. “yeah? i told you you could do it! you’re really smart, y’know? i should get you a little treat since you improved,” you chirped. a tiny little smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks grew warm.
cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would tug you a little closer to him by your sleeve if you strayed just a bit too far. he blamed it on the fact that he “wants you beside him because you make him less anxious than he usually is.” which is true, but maybe he also wants you near him just because.
cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would make any excuse to stay with you longer, no matter how ridiculous his reasoning was. “it’s getting late, maybe we should head home,” you hummed as you watched another store at the shopping center lock up for the night. internally, tamaki panicked before blurting, “why don't we get a pastry?”
you looked over at him and tilted your head to the side. “aren't most bakeries closed now?” you asked. he shook his head, albeit a little vigorously.
“i know a place that stays open until late at night. we can go there,” he paused before retracting, “only– uhm, only if you want to. i usually need something sweet before i sleep at night so that why i suggested it but we don't have to. you're probably tired and don't–” your laughter cut him off and he almost melted right then and there. you smiled at him before nodding and agreeing. he counted it as a victory that night.
cheeky! tamaki amajiki who really, really does like you a lot.
t. shoto x reader
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cheeky! shoto todoroki who would fix your uniform in case anything was out of place, even the tiniest thing, and allowed his touch to remain a second longer.
cheeky! shoto todoroki whose voice would drop an octave lower and lean in close to your ear to whisper something to you, even when not needed, just to see you shudder and he’d have a ghost of a smirk on his face.
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would casually throw a random compliment at you so he could see your flustered expression. “you look pretty today,” he said in a monotone voice. it was out of the blue . you blinked at him and felt your face heating up. he looked you up and down, almost as if feeling satisfied with himself, before going on about his day.
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sit beside you, close enough that his thigh is pressed right against yours. close enough that he could not so subtly brush his arm against yours. close enough that when he turned his head to look at you, he could see every single feature of yours. his eyes would stay glued on your face until you turned to look at him too, only for him to look away once you do.
cheeky! shoto todoroki whose hand would come up to wipe off any crumb on the corner of your mouth after you ate something. his thumb thoughtlessly lingered on your bottom lip before he pulled away to act as if nothing happened.
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sulk if you were to say no to something he wanted you to say yes to. “stop pouting,” you said while he averted his gaze.
“i’m not pouting,” he quietly huffed. you sighed before you gave in, “if i say yes will you stop moping?”
“yes.”
cheeky! shoto todoroki who would pretend as if he’d done none of these things only to then subtly tease you about your reactions. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he bluntly stated. your eye twitched, you were visibly exasperated. “uhm, yeah you do. you know when you- er..” you trailed off as you tried to put your words together.
“when i what?” he asked with a tilt to his head.
“you know!”
“i really don’t,” he said while he took a step closer to you. he stared at you, watching you fumble your explanation.
you waved a hand in dismissal, “nevermind.” the tiniest of a smug smile curved on his lips, a suspicious little glint in his gaze and he hummed.
“did it make you nervous?”
“so you did know!” you shouted, and all he responded with was a light chuckle.
cw – mentions of blood and violence
The act of calming oneself can be, well, calming. It can allow one to breathe in a way they hadn’t done so before. You ached for that feeling, to feel a sense of tranquility in your life that had once been carefree. For the first time you did, so you’d naively thought that it’d be different this time. But nothing in life ever goes your way, no matter how much you wished it would. Sitting in the corner of your room, back leaning against the wall as you blankly stared at your closed door. In a way, it was to shut the world out in which you oh so craved. Ugly discolored splotches that throbbed and scrapes were scattered across your skin.
This time, it really was your fault. You yearned for the normalcy you’d owned, but yearning can only get someone so far.
Behind closed eyes, remnants of the rustic smell, of the taste, from that disgusting red liquid lingered. Blood. Your knuckles bloodied and injured as you watched the vital fluid drip down onto the concrete. Clenched fists slowly turn into trembling hands, heavy breaths mend into shaky ones.
Blood.
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“I want to move.”
That day was the first day you ever uttered such words.
“Katsuki,” Mitsuki said. She was cleaning the dishes while Katsuki sat at the dining table. He paused mid bite into his food. He glanced over at his mother and raised a brow.
“Hah?”
“You remember your dad’s friend?” she asked as she placed a dish onto the dish rack. “The one we visited in the country side. There was a girl around your age there.”
He racked through his brain to try to remember. He shoved a spoonful of food into his mouth and chewed in thought. A lightbulb goes off in his head once he did recall that time they went on a trip to the country side. It was fuzzy though, since when they went he'd been little and all. “Oh, yeah,” he grumbled.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder and at him. “They’re moving to our neighborhood,” she stated.
“…And?”
Mitsuki rolled her eyes at her son and turned her head back around to continue her focus on the dishes. “Ugh. I don’t know why I bother telling you anything,” she mumbled.
“What was that?!” he barked.
“Nothing! Finish your breakfast or you’ll be late!” she barked back at him. He muttered to himself as he does what was told. He quickly ate his breakfast and exited his house with a gruff goodbye. There was something that pestered him in the back of his mind as he stalked towards the train station. He pondered to what his mom told him, about that family moving to his neighborhood. But as soon as it came, he brushed the thought off. It must be nothing, it was just a measly vacation he had when he was a kid.
Or, he thought it was nothing.
a/n after effects was NOT working w me bru this is y i procrastinate editing n e way visuals may be updated i was in a rush to get this out but side note so sorry ive been inactive it's been hell these past months
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