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TEXTS WITH MHA CHARACTERS INSPIRED BY TEXTS WITH MY FRIENDS :3
Bonezville
Part 1
Fan story
The Gravity Falls Anomaly
Fan story
Part 3
The Gravity Falls Anomaly
Fan story
Part 2
The Gravity Falls Anomaly
Fan story
part 1
Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2
Tomura shigaraki x reader
🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)
pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4
Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.
"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.
Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.
"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.
You chuckled at their reaction,
"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"
Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.
Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.
Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.
"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.
"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"
Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.
Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.
"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."
Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.
Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.
Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.
"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.
"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.
"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."
Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.
"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."
"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga
Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.
Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.
"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."
Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.
"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.
"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,
"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"
Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.
"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.
"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.
"He didn't give a damn, huh?"
Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"
"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm
Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.
"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."
"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say
Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.
"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"
Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.
"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.
Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.
He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.
After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.
"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.
You sigh in frustration
"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki
Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.
Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.
"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.
"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.
You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.
"Come in."
Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.
You went inside as you closed the door behind you
"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd
Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.
He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."
"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise
Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.
"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.
There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.
Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.
Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.
"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.
"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"
Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,
"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after
Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.
"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.
"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.
"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."
"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.
Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.
"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.
"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."
His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.
"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self
Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.
"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.
"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"
He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.
"Nothing." You repeat
Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.
"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."
He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.
"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"
And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away
Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.
"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."
He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.
"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"
"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward
Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.
"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."
"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head
Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.
He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.
"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.
"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."
Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.
"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"
His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."
"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled
Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.
"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”
"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly
Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.
He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.
"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."
"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"
Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.
"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.
"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed
"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.
Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.
"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."
He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"
"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"
Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.
"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."
"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.
Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.
However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.
"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"
"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."
Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.
"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."
"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.
"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"
"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.
Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.
"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"
"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.
Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.
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Confession
Shouta Aizawa x drunk reader
🌙Scenario/Oneshot
"Heyyy cutieee" you tell the man in the bar you’re not sure how drunk you were but sure as hell you were intoxicated with just about anything. The man chuckled and looked at you with a sly smirk. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." he said, clearly enjoying your drunken flirting.
"Yaaa I am" you hiccup leaning in for a kiss on the stranger but someone stops you, Aizawa appeared behind you and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back towards him.
"That's enough, you're coming with me." he said sternly.
"What where are we goin?" You ask as He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar.
"I'm taking you home. You're too drunk to be here by yourself." His low voice stated it sounded worried but aggressive
"Mhhh do you even know wha I livee?" You laugh,He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.
"No, I don't know where you live. That's why I'm taking you to my place. I'm not leaving you alone in this state."
"Mhhh" you give him a hum, He’s practically dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi, making sure you didn't stumble or fall.
"You're such a handful when you're drunk," he murmured as he gave the taxi driver his address.
you start to fall asleep on Aizawa slowly playing with his hands. Aizawa noticed your head slump onto his shoulder as you started to doze off. He smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your touch as you mindlessly played with his hands.
Aizawa's heart raced as you played with his fingers, your grip on them unyielding. He gulped as you began to kiss his fingers, soft little taps that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He tried to remain stoic, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.
"When are we getting outtt" you whined.
Aizawa tore his gaze from your wandering hand and looked out the taxi window.
"We're almost there." he replied, his voice strained. He wanted to look back at you, to watch your every move, but he forced himself to keep his eyes averted, his willpower being tested. You continue with why you were doing to his fingers giving them multiple kisses Aizawa couldn't help but gasp as your lips touched his fingers, leaving several light kisses along the digits. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mixture of desire and confusion coursing through him.
"You..you're drunk," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "
You don't know what you're doing."
"Mhhh", "I know who I want to doo~" you giggle to yourself
Leaving aizawa a blushing mess furiously as your words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But he forced himself to remember that you were drunk and not in your right mind.
"You don't," he stated firmly, even as his body ached to pull you closer.
"You don't know what you're saying. You're just drunk and talking crazy."
"Waaa I doo!" You exclaim grabbing onto the taxi drivers collar
Aizawa's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the taxi driver and back towards him.
"No, you're not," he hissed, his grip on your wrist firm, "You're not going anywhere near any other man tonight. You're coming with me."
"Mhhh nooo" you look at him with sadness
Aizawa's heart ached at the look of sadness in your eyes, but he was resolute. He leaned in close, his grip on your wrist unwavering.
"Yes, you are," he stated firmly, "You're coming with me, and you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the night. You need to sober up and come to your senses….” Quietness filled the car ride untill you spoke up.
"This car is so boring..."
Aizawa rolled his eyes at your statement, but he couldn't help but agree with you. The taxi ride felt like it was taking forever, with the silence and the tension growing between the two of you.
He decided to try and distract you, anything to divert your attention from the boredom and the alcohol coursing through your system.
"Hey, why don't you tell me why you were out drinking tonight? Why were you at some random club anyway?" He question With curiosity.
"Trying to distract myself" you hiccup
Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your response. He could sense that there was something deeper behind your drinking, something you were trying to escape from.
"Distract yourself from what?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet persistent.
"What has you so worked up that you feel the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"
"Oh aizawaaa you wouldn't understand” you reply in despair
Aizawa's expression softened at the hint of despair in your voice. He had an inkling that he knew what you were going through, more than you might realize.
"Try me," he said gruffly, shifting closer to you in the cramped taxi. "I may be a jaded teacher, but I'm not completely oblivious to the troubles of life. Whatever it is you're dealing with, I might understand more than you think." he chuckles at his words.
"Uggg fine since you insist, I was distracting myself from love " you snuggle next to him
Aizawa's heart ached as you revealed the source of your turmoil. He had suspected it might be something along those lines, but hearing you confirm it made his chest tighten with emotion. He wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer to him.
"Love, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft.
"It can be a real thorn in the side sometimes, can't it?"
"Yes... it can... and it hurts a lot Aizawa ... it hurts so much..." you start to calm down with tears filling your eyes, Aizawa felt the pain in your words, the raw emotion behind them. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
"I know it hurts," he replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sorrow,
"Believe me, I understand. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It can be messy, complicated, and yes, it can hurt like hell."
"I just wish he'd love me too..." you sigh
Aizawa's heart sank further as you voice your wish for reciprocated love. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about could it be torshino or possibly hizashi?, it weighed heavily on his mind. He tried to maintain a neutral expression as he asked,
"This...this person you're in love with, he doesn't love you back?"
" I'm not sure... but sometimes I just feel he doesn't love me .. I just know it ..."
Aizawa felt the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty and the despair. He knew that feeling of insecurity and doubt all too well.
He pulled you a little closer, his arm tight around you in a comforting gesture.
"Sometimes our own insecurities can cloud our judgment," he said softly, "It's possible he does love you but doesn't know how to express it, or maybe you're misreading the signs."
"He's so handsome ..., he's everything to me, he's someone l'd die for..." you bite your lip holding in the cries, He tried to remain composed, but his voice wavered as he spoke,
"You feel so strongly for him. It's clear he means the world to you..."
"He does ..."
Aizawa nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He could hear the depth of your feelings behind those words, the devotion and loyalty you held for this person.
"And does he know how you feel about him?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on your solemn expression.
" mhhh no ... I'm afraid ... he'll say no... he's very busy... he's a teacher yk ..." you laugh at the teacher comment Aizawa's heart sank even further at your response, realizing you were talking about a fellow teacher his suspensions could be true he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with a flicker of hope. He tried to sound casual as he replied,
"Ah, a teacher huh? Yep, we're a busy bunch, always grading papers and dealing with troublesome students." He chuckles
"Yes he's so cute when he's in his sleeping bag" you giggle and position yourself to say on his lap
Aizawa's breath hitched as you moved to perch on his lap, your words sending a wave of confusion and...dare he say, pleasure through him. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression, his body tensing under your touch.
"Ah, the sleeping bag," he managed to respond, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, that's my preferred napping method in the teacher's lounge."
"Yes he's so cute I love him so much" you try not to doze off his warmth Aizawa's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to correct you, to tell you to stop speaking so honestly. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt hearing you praise him, even if you possibly mistook him for another teacher. He shifted a little uncomfortable under you, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.
"You... You think he's cute, huh?" he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.
" yes so cuteee i love him so much..." as you doze off before whispering his name "shota... mhmhm love you so much..."
Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as you sleepily murmured his name and confessed your love. A mix of shock, disbelief, and something else stirred within him it was him.. you loved him, this causing his chest to tighten as he looked down at you as you dozed off on his lap, your words playing in his mind on repeat. He sat there, conflicted and torn, his feelings a tangled mess.
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Arrange marriage/ Shoto todoroki x reader
🌟smut
"So your the person im marrying... Great.”
“Ill be honest I didn't even want to do this arranged marriage." Shoto stated. Looking at you, his expression softening slightly.
"But.. I suppose we can try," he said, his tone less harsh than before. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. It wasn't the most romantic way to start a marriage, but you knew that many arranged marriages started out this way. All you could do was try your best to make him happy.
"A-ah yes... sorry..." you reply to him it's not like you wanted to be in one too but you already knew this was your destiny.
Shoto's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly at your response. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at you with a neutral expression.
"It's not your fault," he replied softly.
"We're both stuck in an arranged marriage. It's not like we have a choice in the matter."
"Yeah I guess so..." you look away.
Shoto observed your expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that you were just as uncomfortable with the situation as he was. Silence fell over the room for a moment, and he let out a soft sigh.
"You're not exactly what I was expecting for a wife," he said, his gaze studying you.
His words pained your heart.
"O-oh..." you say what did he mean? Are you so bad looking? You thought to yourself but trying to to care you snap back
"You aren't either what I was expecting..."
Shoto raised an eyebrow at your response, surprised at your quick comeback.
"Oh? And what were you expecting?" he asked. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he found your reaction amusing.
Wanting to get back at him you think for a second, "I'm not sure but possibly more..."
A flicker of curiosity crossed Shoto's face at your reply. He seemed intrigued by your bold words. "More what?" he questioned, his eyes fixated on you. He wasn't used to people speaking to him like this, and it was slightly amusing to him.
"Like I said just More" the words slip out of your tongue.
Shoto stifled a smirk. He hadn't expected you to be so feisty.
"Just asking out of curiosity," he said casually.His thoughts consumed by conflicting emotions. He hadn't expected his arranged wife to be so defiant and feisty. He had pictured someone who was quiet or submissive, someone who would fall in line with his aloof and serious demeanor.
💒 Timelapse to 6 months into the marriage 💒
Over the past six months, you and Shoto have spent considerable time together. While the initial awkwardness has faded, your relationship remains somewhat frosty, with Shoto's aloof nature and your independent spirit often clashing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention towards the entrance, expecting to see Shoto returning home after a long day at work.
Shoto's icy eyes meet yours as he walks into the kitchen, a hint of exhaustion in his gaze from a long day's work "I'm home," he replies, a faint edge to his voice.
"welcome" you say in a smoothing voice, shotos eyes focus on the steady movement of the knife as you chop the vegetables, his expression remaining neutral.
"You should go change you must be tired..." you tell him hoping he'd leave.. Shoto raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, sensing the hint of impatience in your voice.
"I'm fine," he replies, his tone firm. He leans against the counter next to you. You finish cutting up the vegetables and put them inside the boiling pot covering it turning tour body towards Shoto He leans casually against the counter, observing you with a detached expression on his face.
"Do you need something?" You question to why he's still in the kitchen. Shoto shrugs, his eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to you.
"Just watching you cook," he replies casually, his expression neutral. There's a hint of something in his eyes, though, something that betrays a deeper thought beneath the surface. You hum in response setting a timer.
"well I'm going to go change..." you warn him he doesn’t respond at first, his eyes fixed on you.
Then, before you can leave the kitchen, he speaks up.
"Wait."
You turn in confusion
"is there something you need?"
Shoto stands up from where he had been leaning against the counter and takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between you in a few strides. He seems to hesitate for a split second before speaking, as if trying to choose his words carefully.
"There's something I want to say to you," he finally says, his tone serious.
You turn nervous you didn't know why but... he never really says anything especially warns you "yes?" You raise and eyebrow waiting for his response.
Shoto hesitates for a moment, his expression unreadable. His eyes lock with yours, intense and focused. He takes a breath before speaking, his voice steady but laced with a hint of uncertainty.
“Ive... been thinking about our mariage lately," he says, his gaze never wavering. He's careful with his choice of words, his usual confidence faltering slightly.
"What have you been thinking?" You question.
Shoto takes a step closer, closing the already small gap between you. He's standing so close that you can practically feel the heat radiating off of his body. His eyes remain fixed on yours, his expression a mix of seriousness and uncertainty.
"About us..." he says, his voice quieter now. "About our marriage. About the six months we've been living together."
Your face turn bright red feeling his presence so close to you... he wanted to talk about marriage? Now? Why? You question yourself waiting for his reply.
Shoto notices the blush creeping onto your cheeks, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He studies your face closely, observing your reaction to his words and his close proximity to vou. After a moment. he continues. his voice softer than usual.
"I've noticed that we've been... distant.
We barely talk. We hardly even spend time with each other."
You notice his smirk causing your blush to lower and stop "well yes we aren't in this marriage for Love now are we?" You question
Shoto's smirk falters slightly at your words, a flicker of something passing through his eyes before it's gone in an instant. He leans against the counter, his arm brushing against yours in the confined space of the kitchen.
"No, we're not," he says, looking at you for over a moment before speaking again.
"But that doesn't mean we have to be completely indifferent to each other."
"Mh well if theirs something missing you could always find it in someone else" hoping he wouldn’t take your suggestion seriously but not letting it show you look at him and smile.
Shoto's eyes narrow at your words, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. He steps closer, his body pressed against yours, his hand brushing against your hip as he grips the edge of the counter.
"I have no interest in finding what we're
'missing' in anyone else." His voice is low and firm, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.
"u-um... it was just a suggestion ..." you reply to him lowly looking away.
Shoto's grip on the counter tightens, his knuckles turning white. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his body practically surrounding yours. His voice is a low, almost guttural growl when he speaks.
"I don't want anyone else." His words are filled with a possessive edge, his gaze burning into yours. He's so physically close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin.
"S-hoto... you're getting kind of close... you tell him as your hands lay on his chest being the only thing that keeps the space between you and him,he notices your hands on his chest, your body language a mixture of caution and hesitation. He steps even closer, his body now fully pressed against yours as he leans in, his face just centimeters from yours. His eyes locked firmly onto yours, his gaze unwavering.
"And?" he replies, his voice a low murmur. His hand moves from the counter to your hip, gripping it possessively.
"W-we don't even love eachother isn't this a hit close?" You ask knowing you’d developed feelings for him but only he knew if he would set his eyes for another other than you..
Shoto's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin almost possessively. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something else, something unreadable.
"Who says I don't love you?" he counters, his voice a low rumble. His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.
"w-what!?" You shout turning to look at him with a bring blush in your face feeling the tenth on between both your body's. Yours specifically craving his...he observes your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the flush on your cheeks. He leans in, his body pressed even tighter against yours, his hand still holding your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
"I said," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath fans across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.
"Who says I don't love you?" he repeats, the intensity in his eyes growing. You felt his lips touch yours inside a spark appears.
Shoto's lips brush against yours, softly at first, as if he's testing the waters. But just as you start to respond to the kiss, he deepens it, his hand on your hip pulling you closer against him. His body is flush against yours, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you with a possessive fervor. You moan his name softly from his actions
"s-ho..."
Shoto's grip on you tightens even more at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you harder against the counter, his body trapping you in between himself and the cold surface. His lips move to your jaw, trailing a path of kisses down to your neck.
"Say it again," he whispers against your skin, his voice a low, demanding murmur.
"Mhm..." you start to feel and needy for his touch "sho..." you moan again. He groans softly at the sound of his name leaving vour lios again. the feeling of your body against his driving him crazy. His lips brush against your neck, tasting your skin as his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against you as he nibbles at a sensitive spot on your neck.
"F-fuck," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.
You moan with each action he's does touching, feeling you it drives you insane you start moving your hips towards his in despair of more
Shoto feels your hips moving against his, your movements driving him crazy. He groans against your skin, his hands moving up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place. He starts to grind against you, meeting your movements with his own, his body moving in a desperate rhythm against yours.
"F-fuck…" he murmurs again, his voice low and gravelly. One hand moves to the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip, bringing your bodies even closer together.
"m-Mh!", "s-ho... please take me..." you look at him with lustful eyes. Shoto's eyes darken at your words, the sound of your voice pleading for him sending a jolt of desire straight through his body. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping you tighter.
"God, baby..." he whispers, his lips moving to your ear, nipping at the lobe.
"Keep saying my name like that and I won't be able to control myself." He slowly kisses your neck leaving love bruises hearing your moan by his ear turned him on eagerly.
“P-please sho… s-stop teasing me I can’t take it anymore your driving me crazy” tears prickle from your eyes eager for his touch.
Shoto smirks “ohyeah?..”, “this is how I’ve been feeling these past months.. I thought I’d never get to taste you…” he says softly by you ear.
He’s driving you crazy your hands lead their way toward his belt unbuckling it as you try to lower his pants along with his underwear.
“Do you really need me that much sweetie?” He chuckles lowly as he shivers from your touch turning him on. He continues to let you do what your doing making you struggle as he slips one hands under your skirt while other holds onto your hips, his fingers run through your clit making you shiver after his roach moaning lowly grasping for more.
“You’re so pretty like this…” he states as he runs his finger in circular motions weakening your legs making them shake.
“S-sho..” you sigh, “p-pleasee!” You beg.
He chuckles as he kisses your lips once again before lowering his underwear just enough to take out his member , raising your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side he that’s rubbing himself into your entrence.
“Your so wet I haven’t even put it in..” you whispers softly in your ear causing you to moan in every slip his rubs onto you
“M-Mhh..” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts to put his tip in slowly driving you crazy. Before he can completely put it in the takes a look at your lewed face fille deity tears and eager he takes his member out only to repeatedly edge you with his tip. Having had enough with this action you hold onto him and enter yourself forcefully causing you to moan his name out loud.
“F-Fuck!!” He groans in pleasure as you start riding him the best you could insirting yourself in and out of him making him weak, deciding to take control he lays on the table facing him placing your legs around his hips thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace.
“O-oh!! S-shoo!!” , “F-fuckk~” you whine as your eyes roll back from all the pleasure he’s giving you, You feel his tip so deep enough your cervix feeling his dick practically tremble as your walls hold and tighten around him.
“Y-you feel so good..” “your s-so… soo..good…” he whines as he continues to thrust bring one of your legs over his shoulder to access you deep enough.
“c-Cumming!! C-um-“ before you could even finish your pleadings you feel yourself come undone as he gives a final thrust deep in you finishing inside…
You both hear the timer you had set earlier run out as he chuckles and kisses your lips softly whispering in your ear “This won’t be the only time we’ll be doing this..” he smirks as kisses you passionately hearing your moans by his lips.
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Over thinkerShoto todoroki x reader
☁️Fluff
You’re in your room studying for exams listening to music when you hear the doorbell ring. You wonder who it could be, as you walk downstairs and open the door to find your boyfriend Shoto standing with an umbrella in the cold rain. He looks like he's been crying for his eyes are red and puffy and he keeps sniffling, ”Shoto! W-whats wrong?!” You practically yell bringing him inside “ are you o-okay!!?” You panic..He shakes his head not saying a word as you pull him inside, shutting the door behind him and he sets down his umbrella. He continues to sniffle and whimper softly as he stands there dripping water all over the floor….
“Oh shoto…”.. “I’ll be right back” .. you go into your room and grab a towel and a pair of your biggest clothes for him, returning towards him you hand him the clothes and towel “ change when you come out we can talk or if you stay like that you’ll get sick..”, “Okay…” He nods and replies as he grabs the towel and the clothes you give to him. He goes into the bathroom nearby and changes out of his completely soaked clothes that stick to his skin showing his complexion and into your dry ones. He was drowning in your hoodie but the pants seemed to fit him well, they were just a little short. He walks out of the bathroom looking a lot better than he did before but still looking upset.
“What wrong sho?..” you question him, “come on let’s sit on the sofa..” you tell him worryingly.. He nods once again doing as you say and sitting down on the sofa. He looks down at his lap for a few minutes as he wipes away the last of his tears and before finally speaking “…Can I ask you something?” He questions, “Anything sho!” You hold onto his hand, “You promise you won’t be mad?” -He looks at your hand holding his and grips it, squeezing your hand feeling its warmth.
He lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter while looking down “You don’t…have romantic feelings for anyone else besides me right?..”, “W-what?!” “What makes you think that?!” You exclaim shockingly, tightening your grip on his hand He lets out a shaky sigh and bites the inside of his cheek, “…There’s this boy in my class, he’s…well he’s pretty or whatever.. and I heard a few people in my class say that you two talk sometimes. I’m just overthinking it…I’m sorry..” you look at him with a confused look and ask “what do you mean? Sho the only pretty boy in class i have my eyes on is you..” you smile at him , He looks up you and gives you a shaky smile. He feels stupid now for even bringing it up and thinking such things “I didn’t mean to upset you I just…I got scared..I love you a lot and I’d be destroyed if you left me…I know I’m stupid for thinking things so easily it’s just…” he sighs..
“Oh sho.. I’d never leave you babe..” you look at him sadly, it pains your heart knowing he thinks this way… does he think you’d leave him for a “pretty boy” everyone finds attractive hell no that’s for sure.
His heart flutters slightly at your words, he lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter “Really?..You promise you won’t leave me for the pretty boy from your class?..” you scuffed “sho your the only pretty boy in my class… I don’t know any other boy that you could be talking about..” you giggle at his words, He looks away, realizing how stupid he sounds. He lets out a huff and puts his head in his free hand embarrassed “ I feel like a dumbass now..”
You laugh “ Dont say that babe… you’re the only person I’d ever lay my eyes on your my pretty boy…” you smile looking deep into his eyes, “Honestly sho don’t overthink it pains me knowing you think that way..” you kiss his soft lips .. licking your lips in hunger for more kisses.
He lets out another shaky and relieved sigh as you press your lips to his. His free hand rests on your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap. He breaks the kiss for a moment and buries his head into your neck, nuzzling it against your skin
“I’m really sorry for thinking such things…I love you so much…”.. “You should be knuckle head..” you state while playing with his semi wet hair. shivering as you touch his hair a bit wet from the rain. He gives a slight laugh at you calling him a knucklehead, knowing that he kinda deserves it and then nuzzles his head further into your neck as he speaks “I know, I’m sorry again…it’s just the people in my class keep talking about it…about how you and that boy are always talking and stuff…”.
“It’s just school work plus I didn’t want to tell you this but..” you slowly get closer to his ear and whisper “I show you off to him” you smile and you giggle in his ear. He listens to every word carefully and his cheeks turn a light pink. He takes a moment to process what you said, slightly confused at first “Huh? What do you mean you ‘show me off to him’?”, realizing what you had said but not was too late it had to be said “Oh nothing I just ramble about you a lot telling him how much of a good boyfriend you are sometimes I even get off topic on the project we do …” He can’t help but smile a bit, picturing you rambling about him to the boy as you work on projects together. He lifts his head up from your neck and looks up at you, “You really do that?” He questions “I do..”..” it’s kinda embarrassing now that I say it..” you cover your face He smiles gently at how embarrassed you are admitting it.
He gives you a satisfied smile seeing your beautiful face and moves one hand to cup your cheek. “You’re cuter than you give yourself credit for. You know that right?” You blush bright red “S-Sho!!”.. “Don’t say that” you bury yourself in his neck, He laughs at your actions and lets you bury yourself into his neck to hide your embarrassment. He brings his other hand up and runs his fingers through your hair as he smiles and speaks “Why not? I’m just saying the truth…”
You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. I guess..” you breath heavily You immediately tell he’s enjoying the soft kisses on his neck, even letting out a small and shaky breath when you start biting into some special spots. He takes a moment to speak and when he does his voice is shaky and slightly strained… “Keep doing that and I’m…I’m not responsible for what happens next…”
You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. if you say so..”
You continue on to leave him hickeys moving onto his lips.. He immediately melts into you as your lips move from his neck to his lips. He lets out a small hum of pleasure at the feeling as well as from the hickeys you leave. He closes his eyes and slides his tongue out a bit, gently licking over your lips as if asking for entrance into your mouth,You slowly let him inside your mouth moaning from his flavors mouth inside you… He lets out a noise of satisfaction as he slips his tongue into your mouth, immediately exploring every inch of it as he takes the lead of the kiss. The hand holding your waist suddenly grips onto you tighter as his tongue moves against yours, desperate to taste more of you.
You moan as you deeply kiss him passionately describe for his touch, He continues to dominate the kiss, holding you pressed against him as his other hand moves your hair back and out of your face so he can see you. He lets out another shaky breath as he devours your mouth, wanting this moment to last forever. He breaks the kiss for a moment, only to whisper the words, “I love you so much… ” in a soft and shaky voice before delving back in for another deep kiss…
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The eldest daughter who wasn't wanted
Sully family x oldest daughter reader
(the Dushnikh clan are around 10-12 ft)
Chapter 1 ~after 16 years ~
(I am rewriting this story)
~present time~
For the past 16 years y/n was raised with At'ok by Zo'ile and Neymar, no one cared that she looked different, she brought nothing but good luck to the clan. To the clan y/n was a blessing sent from eywa. Mo'at would come by from time to time to see her granddaughter and tell her about her siblings, y/n never cared enough to ask why she her ' parents ' didn't want her because she was loved and cared for by everyone in the clan. Her adopted family, her grandmothers and the clan has been there for every big milestone. Anytime she would start doubting her self everyone would prove her wrong.
Y/n sat in the tsahìks tent helping Leyra and zo'ile tend to the sick and injured, Leyra looked down at the teenager with care in her eyes
"Ma y/n are you ok my Hì'i 'aw( little one)?" Leyra asked as the sick child she was helping fell asleep. Y/n nodded
"Yes grandmother Leyra, I'm just thinking about going out to fly and pick some more herds while I'm out, also there's something in the breeze so I'm going to fly around and see what's out there" y/n said as she gently placed a light/thin blanket over a sleeping hurt elder.
Leyra smiled at y/n, "alright ma Hì'i 'aw (little one)." Leyra said smiling
Zo'ile came over and gently patted her daughters head "please take your horn, even though you have stormy, you still might need help. Yes she is big but you never know ma 'ite (daughter)" Zo'ile said as she smiled down at her daughter.
(Think of this size difference. Love gyomei)
Y/n laughed slightly "Sa'nok! (Mother!) I'll be fine but I will take my horn" y/n said gently grabbing her mother's hand and placed it in her check making Zo'ile smile and gently kiss her childs forehead.
Y/n waved good bye to her grandmother and mother as she ran out of the hut. Y/n greeted everyone she passed as she made her way to the ikran landing.
"Off on another adventure Hì'i tsamsiyu (little warrior) ((couldn't find a name for adventurer))" a elder asked as y/n ran past. Y/n came to a stop
"yes sir, I'm going to get some herbs and I feel something off so I want to investigate" y/n said the elder nodded as he saw the horn on her hip
"Be safe Hì'i tsamsiyu (little warrior)." The elder bowed his head
Y/n bowed back before continuing on her way to the ikran landing before she could call her ikran she was picked up making her yelp. Y/n looked up to see her big brother At'ok
"Tsawl tsmukan! (Big brother!)" Y/n said cheerfully making At'ok smile before putting her down
"Hey Hì'i tsmuke (little sister), going out?" At'ok asked crouching down to his sister's eye level, he knows it makes her mad so he wanted to tease her.
Y/n huffed before gently pushing making him lose his balance making him fall on his rear, At'ok huffed up at his little sister making her chuckle slightly
"Yep! About to go flying around. Something's up
I can feel it in the breeze." Y/n said reaching out to help her brother back to his feet At'ok took her small hand and got back up.
"Do you have your horn?" At'ok asked with a serious tone y/n smiled and rolled her eyes
"Yes big brother, you are as protective as everyone else in this clan" y/n teased but saw how serious At'ok was she placed a hand on his forearm "Tsawl tsmukan (big brother) I will be fine, I have my horn and If I need help I will call." Y/n said trying to reassure her brother.
At'ok gently grabbed y/ns hand "Hì'i tsmuke (little sister) should I stay just in case, Sempul (father) would understand why I didn't meet him half way." At'ok asked y/n shock her head.
"No At'ok, Sempul (father) needed you to meet him half way. We have warriors here, I can handle my own until they come. I promise I'll be ok Tsawl tsmukan (big brother). Plus I have stormy!" Y/n said with a smile as a large irkan landed behind the two.
At'ok looked at his sister before looking up at the large irkan that towered over both of them.
At'ok smiled as stormy leaned down as he reached up to pet y/ns ikran.
"Take care of my sister Stormy" At'ok said as the ikran purred loudly and rubbed her head against y/n.
Y/n smiled before climbing on the back of the purple great leonopteryx "go meet Sempul (father) At'ok I'll be fine" y/n said smiling down at her brother who nodded.
"Great mother bless you sister" At'ok said as y/n and Stormy flew off.
~ about 30 minutes later~
Y/n had noticed some animals avoiding a certain area so she had stormy land a bit far away. Y/n got off the ikran before sending her to scout the area from above. Y/n moved through the swamp water, high grass and trees trying to see what's got the animals afraid, when she was high in a tree only to see a group of 7 members of Omaticaya na'vi with 3 humans.
Y/n saw her grandmother shaking her head no as the 'leader' of the Omaticaya clan talked to her
"Mo'at please just tell us which way to go" the leader begged the elder who just shook her head
"I can not help you because I am lost my self, You didn't listen to me this is your own fault Jake Sully" Mo'at hissed at the male.
The leaders of Omaticaya and human adults started talking as the children sat down to rest.
Y/n felt a growl in her throat but she didn't release it she needed to keep under cover so she could watch from afar, but she did let a animal call out to let her grandmother know she was here.
Mo'ats ear twitched before smiling and looking towards the sound, she couldn't see her granddaughter but her granddaughter could see her.
Mo'at knew the group was tired some where hurt she wanted to prove Jake wrong, but the group needed help.
Mo'at looked up at the tree before making the same sound and eyeone looked at her
"Mother what are you-" neytiri was cut off when a na'vi landed in front of Mo'at.
The group was ready to fight but Mo'at spoke "Mawey (calm) everyone Mawey, she won't hurt anyone" Mo'at spoke.
Everyone looked at the tan na'vi in front of them
She looked exactly like a teenaged neytiri but with tan skin.
"Mama is that our sister?" Tuk asked
All the sully children looked at the na'vi they have seen only two photos of her.
One with her when she was just literally a week old and one grandmother had showed them.
They finally get to meet their big sister.
Neytiri grasped a hold of Jakes arm before slowly walking closer to y/n.
"After 16 years, I finally get to see my oldest daughter again." Jake said as he gently grabbed her arm before he could cup her face she slapped his hand away.
"No touching" y/n hissed
Neytiri walked over "my daughter, it is us your Sa'nok ulte sempul (mother and father)" neytiri whispered
Y/n growled "no you are not, my Sa'nok is back at my village and my Sempul is his way back from a hunt. I am not your daughter now unhand me before you get bitten. Grandmother tell him to let go" y/n hissed
Before anyone could say anything a large irkan landed behind y/n hissing and flapping it's large wings at Jake, making him release y/ns arm and fall on his rear, and a thanator ran to the left side of y/n
The large irkan placed it's head on y/ns right shoulder and the thanator rubbed up against y/ns left hand
"Everyone meet my oldest grandchild y/n." Mo'at said walking up beside y/n and hugging her.
After the hug y/n stared at the group with no emotion in her eyes.
"y/n was too short to get a mug from the top shelf so (random character) comes over and gets it for them"................................. as Roy Woods once said "GIRL, THAT'S NOT ME"
Why is it, that y/n always ends up pregnant in almost every single fic with my favs?!?!
There's almost nothing to read for us who don't want kids or don't wanna be pregnant (I know its just fiction but still) 😮💨
And it's always the good fics that get ruined with y/n being preggo 😣
"reader is a crybaby and sensitive-" STOP MISCHARACTERIZING!!
Serial Designation N x Human!Reader SFW relationship headcanons.
He is obsessed with your warmth. Like, he physically cannot get enough of it. You touch his face? He’s losing his mind. You hold his hand? His fans are working overtime. You cuddle up next to him? RIP, he’s dead (metaphorically).
Biggest simp in existence. If you so much as breathe in his direction, he’s all heart eyes and flustered circuits. He trips over his words, stutters like crazy, and is constantly rebooting his brain because oh wow, you’re so pretty.
Terrible at flirting, but tries so hard. “So, uh…you’re like…wow. Like…hahaha, wow. Uhhhhh—” bluescreens
If you flirt back? He literally does not know how to handle it. “Oh, you think I’m cute? Haha…haha…wait, seriously? WAIT, HOLD ON—”
Talks to Uzi and V about you constantly. They are so tired. “N, we get it. They’re great. Now shut up.”
If you pet his hair, he will melt. Like, straight-up collapses into your lap, face-down, making weird happy drone noises. “This is the best moment of my entire existence.”
His wings puff up when he gets flustered. You kiss him on the cheek? Wings FWOMP out like an excited bird.
He tries to be cool, but he’s the dorkiest boyfriend ever. He’ll attempt a cool pose, immediately fall over, and then just laugh it off while you’re trying to help him up.
Loves hearing your heartbeat. It’s fascinating to him. You let him rest his head on your chest? He’s just lying there, completely zoned out, listening like it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
Carries you places even if you don’t ask. “Your legs looked tired. I got you.”
Randomly picks you up just because he can. “You are now being relocated to the cuddling zone.”
His hands are cold, but he always wants to hold yours. “Am I freezing you? I can stop.” “No, it’s nice.” Cue him freaking out internally because you actually like holding his hand omg.
LOVES forehead kisses. If you kiss his forehead, he just goes completely still like a computer freezing, then hides his face in your shoulder to recover.
He’s so bad at understanding innuendos. You make a suggestive joke? He either misses it completely or suddenly realizes 20 minutes later and short-circuits on the spot.
Will absolutely try to fight mosquitoes for you. “Wait, these tiny things drink your blood?! OH NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT—”
Would rather self-destruct than ever hurt you. If he even thinks he’s being too rough, he backs off immediately, apologizing a hundred times.
Insists on walking you home. Even if it’s broad daylight. Even if it’s literally five feet away. “You never know! What if a rogue drone shows up? Or a bear? Or—”
Mimics the way you talk and doesn’t realize it. You say “bruh” a lot? Congrats, now he does too. He thinks it makes him sound cool.
Accidentally calls you cute pet names without thinking. “Okay, sweetheart—WAIT—” cue full system crash
The definition of “golden retriever boyfriend.” His tail would be practically wagging constantly whenever he’s around you.
Loves to spin you around when he hugs you. Just picks you up and does a little spin like a rom-com protagonist.
Wants you to ride on his back when he flies. The first time he offers, he’s so nervous, but once you agree, he takes off like an excited kid on Christmas. “THIS IS SO COOL, RIGHT?!”
Would fight the sun if it ever hurt you. “It burned you?! THE BIG SPACE FIREBALL DID THIS?! I’M TAKING IT DOWN.”
Sings to you when he thinks you’re asleep. It’s usually awkward little hums or silly made-up songs about how much he loves you.
Tries to learn human things to impress you. “Look! I learned how to…uh…use a spoon! Kinda! I broke five but this one is still good.”
If you give him a nickname, he will cherish it forever. Call him “N-Bug” or something cute, and he’ll be floating from happiness for days.
Lowkey possessive but in an adorable way. He doesn’t get jealous, but if someone flirts with you, he’ll just hover behind you, staring at them with his unsettling drone eyes until they leave.
The ultimate cuddle machine. He will wrap his arms, wings, and even his legs around you to keep you close. “Nope. No escape. This is your life now.”
Writes little love notes but never actually gives them to you. You find a stash one day, and he panics.
If you cry, he doesn’t know what to do at first but immediately jumps into comfort mode. “Who do I need to destroy? Wait, no, hugging first, then destruction.”
Loves going on random adventures with you. Even if it’s just running errands, he treats it like an exciting mission. “Alright, let’s obtain this milk with maximum efficiency!”
Would lay down his entire existence for you without hesitation. But would rather spend every single day proving how much he loves you instead.
This man (drone?) is an absolute mess over you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. (You almost forget he's a literal murder drone.)
me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 20 - Radio Silence
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullyingtaglist:
an: he just like me fr #crashout SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 19} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 16 - Ex’s And Oh’s
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: What should her name be? Does she even need a name? Tell me your thoughts and ideas please! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 8 - Fashionably Late, Unforgettably Charming
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: I don’t know if you guys should look forward to the next chapter… SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 7} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 7 - Beyond First Impressions
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: i love them. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 6} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Nanami adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves as he glanced at the clock on his desk. It was 9:15 AM, just enough time to leave and make it to the community center by 9:45. Punctuality wasn’t just a habit for him; it was an expectation. He hated being late. Still, a part of him wondered why he had agreed to this at all. Volunteer work was not something he typically did, but when you had asked—so insistent, so sure he’d secretly enjoy it—he found himself unable to say no.
He made his way to the hallway, pulling on his shoes with practiced efficiency. The soft hum of conversation from the kitchen grew louder as his parents noticed him preparing to leave.
“Nanami,” his father’s voice came first, sharp and questioning. “Where are you going?”
“To a food drive,” he replied evenly, not looking up as he tied his laces.
“A food drive?” His mother appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed as she surveyed him. “Why? You’re a law student, not a volunteer coordinator. What purpose does this serve?”
Nanami rose to his full height, meeting her gaze with calm detachment. “Not everything has to serve a purpose.”
His father let out a disapproving scoff. “Time is a resource, Nanami. You’ve always been disciplined about how you use it. Why waste it on something like this?”
“Time spent helping others isn’t wasted,” he replied curtly. His parents were intelligent people, but their view of the world often felt limited, measured in tangible gains rather than intangible impacts.
His mother’s expression softened slightly, though the tension in her tone remained. “It’s just… unexpected. You’ve always been focused on your goals. This seems unnecessary.”
Nanami met her words with silence. There was no point in arguing further. Grabbing his bag, he moved toward the door. “I’ll see you later.”
He left before either of them could respond, his steps steady and purposeful as he made his way to the community center.
The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. It was a flurry of motion—tables lined with donations, volunteers chatting as they sorted and packed food into neat bags. The noise was different from the usual silence of his library job or the precise discourse of a lecture hall.
And then he saw you. You stood near one of the tables, your face lit with excitement as you waved to him. The smile you wore was bright enough to compete with the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
“You made it!” you said as you walked over, your voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “And on time, too. I’m impressed.”
“I said I’d come,” he replied, his tone steady, though he couldn’t quite ignore the slight warmth in your expression.
“Fair enough,” you said, hands on your hips as you gestured toward the tables. “Come on, we’ve got work to do. Ready to roll up your sleeves?”
He followed you without comment, and soon the two of you were stationed at a table sorting canned goods. It was simple, methodical work—exactly the kind of thing Nanami excelled at. His movements were efficient, his rows of cans stacked neatly.
“You’re pretty fast at this,” you said after a while, glancing at his organized piles compared to your slightly messier one.
“It’s straightforward work,” he replied, his tone dry as he eyed your less-than-perfect stacks. “Unlike yours.”
You gasped in mock offense, placing a hand over your heart. “Are you criticizing my organizational skills?”
“I’m observing,” he said, his smirk barely visible but unmistakably there.
“Careful, Nanami,” you teased, narrowing your eyes playfully. “That almost sounded like a joke.”
“Almost,” he admitted, his voice calm but lighter than usual.
As the minutes turned into hours, Nanami found himself surprisingly at ease. The work, though repetitive, was oddly satisfying. And then there was you—chatty and energetic, your humor keeping the atmosphere light. It wasn’t something he was used to, but he didn’t mind it.
A child approached then, holding a box of cereal. The boy looked up at Nanami with wide, curious eyes, then glanced between the two of you.
“Are you two dating?” the boy asked innocently, his voice cutting through the hum of activity around you.
Nanami froze, his composure momentarily slipping as the question hung in the air.
You, on the other hand, burst out laughing, quickly covering your mouth as you tried to stifle the sound. “No, no, we’re not. But that’s a very sweet question,” you said, your tone warm as you crouched down to meet the boy’s gaze.
The boy shrugged, apparently satisfied, and wandered off, leaving Nanami still standing stiffly.
You straightened up, turning to him with a grin. “Relax,” you said, nudging his arm lightly. “He’s just a kid. You look like you’ve been accused of a crime.”
He exhaled slowly, the tension easing from his shoulders. “He caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“Noted,” you replied, your grin softening into something gentler.
By the time the food drive ended, the sun was low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the street outside. You wiped your hands on a towel and turned to him with a satisfied smile.
“It’s getting late,” he said, his voice steady but quieter than usual. “I’ll walk you home.”
You blinked in surprise, then smiled. “Really? Thanks, Nanami.”
The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while, the quiet of the evening settling around you. As you passed a small ice cream stand, you stopped abruptly.
“Wait. We need ice cream.”
“Do we?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” you said, already stepping toward the stand. You didn’t wait for his answer, quickly ordering two cones. Handing one to him, you grinned. “My treat. Consider it a thank-you for volunteering.”
He took the cone with a small nod. “It’s good,” he said after a bite.
“Of course it is,” you said confidently, as though there was never any doubt.
As you walked, you began to talk about your volunteer work in other countries—building schools in rural villages, helping at medical camps, organizing clean water initiatives. Your voice grew animated as you described the people you’d met, the lessons you’d learned, and the challenges you’d faced.
Nanami listened intently, his ice cream forgotten as he took in your words. He’d always assumed you were a privileged socialite, someone who flitted from one frivolous event to another. But now, he saw a depth to you he hadn’t expected.
“You’ve done a lot,” he said finally, his tone thoughtful.
You shrugged, glancing at him. “It’s important to me. I’m lucky to have the resources, so why not use them to help others?”
He nodded slowly, his respect for you growing in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
When you finally reached your building, you hesitated for a moment before turning to him. “There’s a charity event next week. My parents are hosting, but it’s for a good cause. You should come.”
“Another one?” he asked, his tone wry but not dismissive.
“Yes. Consider it practice for networking,” you said with a teasing smile.
He thought for a moment, then gave a small nod. “I’ll be there.”
Your smile widened, radiant in the soft light of the evening. “Great. See you then, Nanami.”
He watched as you disappeared inside, then turned and began the walk home, the faint taste of ice cream still lingering on his tongue and your laughter echoing faintly in his mind.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: I hope you guys can understand him a little better now… (please stop telling me to just kill him off LMAOOO 😭). I also wanted to mention that none of the relationships I write about will be perfect because that’s just not realistic. Dark times are upon us my babies but things will get better…. one day…. hopefully…. Smooches 💋💋💋
{chapter 8} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
You knock on Toji’s apartment door, your pulse racing in a mix of nerves and anger. You don’t even know why you’re here. After everything he said—everything he did—why should you care about his busted knuckles or his bruised ego? But still, here you are, a bag of first-aid supplies in hand, waiting for him to open the door.
When it swings open, Toji stands there, leaning casually against the frame. His dark eyes sweep over you, and his mouth pulls into a smirk. “The hell you want?”
You push past him without answering, stepping into the small, sparsely furnished space. The smell of antiseptic and cigarette smoke hangs faintly in the air. You drop the bag onto his coffee table and turn to face him.
“You’re hurt,” you say simply.
“So what?” He shuts the door with a deliberate click and crosses his arms, leaning against it. “I didn’t ask you to come.”
“Someone has to take care of you,” you reply, already pulling supplies out of the bag. “Since you clearly won’t.”
He scoffs, sauntering over to the couch but making no move to sit. “You always gotta play the nurse, huh? Like you’re so damn perfect.”
“I’m not doing this to feel perfect,” you snap, glaring at him. “I’m doing it because you’re too stupid to take care of yourself.”
Toji snorts but finally sits down, sprawling out with a casual arrogance that sets your teeth on edge. “Whatever. Make it quick.”
You kneel in front of him, taking his hand and inspecting the bruised and bloodied knuckles. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the faint hiss of antiseptic as you clean the wound. His hand is stiff in yours, tense but not pulling away.
“You gonna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, not looking up.
“What’s it to you?” he says, his voice laced with irritation.
“It’s not like you to get detention. Not anymore, at least.”
He lets out a humorless laugh. “Maybe I felt like knockin’ Gojo’s pretty face in.”
You pause, glancing up at him. “Why?”
“Why not?” His gaze meets yours, hard and unyielding. “You seem real concerned about him, though. You two fuckin’ or somethin’?”
Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m just askin’,” he says, leaning back with a smug grin. “Since he’s always all over you. Thought maybe you finally gave it up to him.”
“Shut up, Toji,” you snap, your voice trembling with anger.
“Why?” he taunts, his smirk growing. “You embarrassed? Or maybe you don’t like that I called it out.”
You stand abruptly, tossing the first-aid kit onto the couch beside him. “You’re such a dick, you know that? I come here to help you, and this is how you treat me?”
“I didn’t ask you to come,” he shoots back, his voice rising. “You just showed up like you always do, thinkin’ you can fix everything. Like you can fix me.”
Your breath catches, his words cutting deeper than you’d like to admit. “I’m not trying to fix you,” you say quietly.
“Bullshit,” he spits, standing to face you. “You’ve been tryin’ to fix me since we were kids. Always actin’ like you’re some kinda saint, like you’re better than me. Like you’re better than everybody.”
“That’s not true,” you argue, your voice trembling.
“Yes, it is,” he growls, stepping closer. “You think I didn’t notice? You think I didn’t see the way you treated me? Like some charity case you could pat yourself on the back for. Poor little Toji, right? Poor, angry, stupid Toji.”
You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. “That’s not how it was. I just wanted to be your friend.”
“Friend?” he laughs bitterly. “You forced me to be your friend. I didn’t want you around, but you didn’t care. You kept comin’ back, smilin’ like an idiot, actin’ like everything was fine. And then one day, you just stopped. Guess you got tired of playin’ with your little project, huh?”
Your throat tightens, and you can barely get the words out. “I stopped because you made my life hell, Toji. You bullied me. You tormented me every chance you got.”
“Maybe you deserved it,” he snaps, his voice cold and cutting.
The words hit you like a slap, and you take a step back, your hands trembling. “You’re a selfish asshole,” you say, your voice breaking. “You’ve always been one.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I got my reasons,” he shoots back, his voice rising.
“Then tell me!” you yell, tears streaming down your face now. “Tell me why you’ve been such a goddamn nightmare!”
He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving as he stares at you, his jaw tight. And then, suddenly, he explodes.
“You wanna know why?” he shouts, his voice raw and shaking. “Because you don’t know when to leave shit alone! You don’t know when to leave me alone! I didn’t want your kindness, or your pity, or whatever the hell you were sellin’. But you kept pushin’. Kept actin’ like you were so much better than me, like you could fix me. And it pissed me off, okay? It pissed me off because I knew it wasn’t real. I knew you’d get tired of me eventually, just like everybody else.”
You stand there, stunned, as his words wash over you.
“And you know what the worst part is?” he continues, his voice breaking. “You did get tired of me. You left, just like I knew you would. So don’t stand there and act like you’re some innocent little angel, ‘cause you’re not.”
You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a sharp gesture.
“Get the fuck out,” he snaps, his voice cold and final.
“Toji—”
“I said get out!” he yells, his voice echoing through the small apartment.
Your chest tightens as you grab your bag and head for the door, tears blurring your vision. You don’t look back as you step outside, the sound of the door slamming behind you ringing in your ears.
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 3 - Case Study: Nanami
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans. You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
an: Are you guys excited for the charity ball? I know I am… hehe.. not saying anything but chapter 5 is going to be interesting! As always: please let me know about your thoughts and opinions. Your comments are what keep me going! Smooches 💋💋💋
{chapter 2} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The café was quiet, with only a handful of patrons scattered across its small, dimly lit space. Soft music hummed in the background, mixing with the faint clink of cups and saucers. You were already seated at a corner table when Nanami arrived, right on time.
“Hey! You made it,” you greeted, your smile bright as you gestured to the seat across from you.
He gave a polite nod and sat down, setting his watch on the table where he could see it. “Thirty minutes,” he reminded you, his tone even but firm.
You waved a hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, Mr. Efficient. Thirty minutes. Let’s just enjoy the tea.”
A server appeared, and you quickly ordered a chai latte, while Nanami requested plain green tea.
“So,” you began once the server left, leaning forward slightly. “What do you think of the place? Cozy, right?”
“It’s quiet,” he said, his eyes scanning the room briefly before landing back on you.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you said with a grin. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d even come. You don’t really seem like the tea-and-chat type.”
“I’m not,” he replied plainly, lifting his cup to his lips.
You laughed softly, not surprised. “Then what made you say yes? Just felt bad for me pestering you?”
“No. I thought this would settle your persistence,” he said, glancing briefly at his watch.
You tilted your head, studying him. “Oh, so you think one cup of tea is going to stop me? Bold assumption.”
He didn’t respond, taking another deliberate sip of his tea.
“Well,” you said, undeterred, “I hope I’m not making you regret it. This is a lot better than sitting in a library staring at spreadsheets, don’t you think?”
“The spreadsheets would be more productive,” he replied without missing a beat.
You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically. “Ouch. I’m hurt.”
He arched an eyebrow but didn’t bite, his face neutral.
“Alright, new topic,” you pressed, refusing to let the conversation die. “What’s your favorite thing to learn about? Like, if you could study anything without worrying about time or money, what would it be?”
He paused, setting his cup down. “Something practical. Likely economics.”
“Of course,” you said with a soft laugh. “All logic, no fun. But I’ll give you credit—at least you answered.”
He gave a slight nod, his way of acknowledging your point.
“Okay, follow-up question,” you said, leaning forward. “Is there anything you’ve always wanted to learn just for you? Like, something completely unrelated to work?”
“I don’t have hobbies,” he replied bluntly.
“Nothing at all?” you asked, genuinely curious.
“No,” he said, his tone as clipped as ever.
You sighed dramatically, leaning back in your chair. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” he said, completely unfazed.
You huffed lightly but smiled to yourself. He was frustratingly closed off, but at least he showed up. That counted for something.
The server returned to clear your empty cups, and you realized with a pang that he was already glancing at his watch.
“Alright,” you said, leaning forward. “Before you escape, just one last question. Promise it’s harmless.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop you.
“If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Somewhere quiet.”
“Of course,” you said, laughing softly. “You’re consistent, I’ll give you that.”
“Consistency is important,” he replied, standing and adjusting his watch.
You watched him push in his chair, already preparing to leave. “You know, you’re allowed to say this wasn’t so bad,” you teased, folding your arms.
“It served its purpose,” he said, nodding politely. “Thank you for the tea.”
You blinked at him, surprised by how abruptly he ended the conversation. “Oh, sure. Anytime!”
With a polite nod, he turned and walked out of the café, leaving you sitting alone at the table. Despite his walls and his detachment, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. He’d shown up, and for now, that was enough progress to keep you smiling.
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Chapter 1 - Assigned Fate
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans.
You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
{Introduction} ; {next}
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an: Thank you for the overwhelming support and amount of votes I received from all of you! Nanami won the poll so here you go! Some info before hand:
- reader has a healthy relationship with her parents (yay!)
-momma reader is french (I included this so that I could show off my french skills)
-I love angsty stuff so even though Nanami isn’t an asshole like Toji is: have your tissues ready.
Enjoy!! 💋💋
The hum of conversation filled the lecture hall as students shuffled into their seats. You slid into your usual spot near the front, balancing your notebook and coffee. Glancing around, your eyes landed, as they often did, on Nanami. He sat a row over, posture rigid, eyes already fixed on the blank screen of his laptop.
“Good morning!” you greeted him with a cheerful smile.
His gaze flicked to you, cool and composed, before he gave a polite nod. “Morning.” His voice was low and smooth, completely neutral, but it sent a small thrill through you nonetheless.
Before you could say more, the professor strode in, clapping his hands for attention. “Good to see everyone awake! Today, I’m assigning your semester project—a team effort, whether you like it or not.”
Excited murmurs broke out around the room, but Nanami’s expression didn’t change. He sat motionless, his fingers hovering over his keyboard.
Your hand shot up. “Will we get to choose our partners?”
The professor smirked. “Nope. Partnerships are pre-assigned. Check the board.”
You turned eagerly toward the projector as the list popped up, scanning for your name. There it was, right beside—your heart skipped. Nanami Kento.
You glanced over at him, and he was already looking your way, his expression unreadable. He gave a small, courteous nod, as though confirming the pairing before returning to his screen.
Your smile widened. “Looks like we’re partners!”
“Seems that way,” he said, his tone calm and measured.
You leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your palm. “This’ll be fun! I’m sure we’ll make a great team.”
Nanami’s fingers tapped once on his keyboard before he looked back at you. “The goal isn’t fun. It’s results. Let’s aim for efficiency.”
You blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness, but your smile didn’t waver. “Of course! Efficiency and fun, though. We can do both.”
His brow twitched, barely perceptible, and he inclined his head again. “If you say so.”
As the professor began explaining the project, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. Nanami was cold, detached, and impossibly focused. But for the first time, you had an excuse to talk to him—and you weren’t about to waste it.
Nanami SMAU - A Verdict of Us
Summary: Kento Nanami was perfect—disciplined, untouchable, and entirely focused on his future. Emotions didn’t fit into his plans.
You were everything he avoided—bold, warm, and impossible to ignore. You told yourself he didn’t matter, but you couldn’t stop watching him.
He never looked your way. Not until the day his perfectly controlled world unraveled, and you were at the center of it.
tropes: she fell first, he fell harder, academic rivalry (kinda onesided)
an: I hereby welcome you to my second smau fic lol. hope you guys like it as much as I do. In case of any confusion: Nanami’s reader and Toji’s reader are close friends. I hope the first chapter will answer some of your questions. 💋💋💋
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Main Cast:
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 4 - What he won’t say
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
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{chapter 3} ; {next}
