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Non-BL K-Novels & Webtoons with Popular BL Pairings (MC Focus)

K-NOVELS

Omniscient Reader (Line Webtoon) [2018]

중독: Yu Junghyuk/Kim Dokja

그분독자: Secretive Plotter/Kim Dokja

Lout of the Count’s Family (Tappytoon) [2018]

최케: Choi Han/Cale Henituse

알케: Alver Crossman/Cale Henituse

My S-Class Hunters (Line Webtoon) [2018]

윻윶: Han Yuhyun/Han Yujin

현윶: Sung Hyunjae/Han Yujin

Return of the Blossoming Blade (Line Webtoon) [2019]

백청: Baek Cheon/Cheongmyeong

당청: Tang Bo/Cheongmyeong

The Greatest Estate Developer* (Line Webtoon) [2019]

하비로이: Javier Asrahan/Kim Suho

I Woke Up as the Villain (Tapas) [2019]

TBA: Kim Dojin/Choi Yuseong

When the Third Wheel Strikes Back (Line Webtoon) [2020]

세드예서: Cedric Riester/Jung Yeseo

지브예서: Jibril Diop/Jung Yeseo

Debut or Die (Tapas) [2021]

앟문: Seon Ahyeon/Park Moondae

큰문: Lee Sejin (Keun)/Park Moondae

윶문: Cha Eugene/Park Moondae

랩문: Kim Raebin/Park Moondae

엋문: Cheongryeo/Park Moondae

Beacon of Light in the Dark Sea [2022]

해량무현: Shin Haeryang/Park Moohyun

재희무현: Kim Jaehee/Park Moohyun

The Hunter of the Other World is Being Misunderstood [2023]

창호기려: Kang Changho/Kim Kiryeo

하성기려: Jeong Haseong/Kim Kiryeo

Black Badger [2023]

윤힐: Choi Yoon/Hildebert Talev

예힐: Lee Yehyun/Hildebert Talev

Got Dropped Into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work [2024]

샇룻: Baek Saheon/Kim Soleum

솔샇: Kim Soleum/Baek Saheon

잫솔: Lee Jaheon/Kim Soleum

블솔: Braun/Kim Soleum

WEBTOONS

Tower of God [2010]

쿤밤: Khun Aguero Agnes/The 25th Bam

Lookism [2014]

재열형석: Hong Jaeyeol/Park Hyungseok

No Home [2018]

은영해준: Baek Eunyoung/Goh Haejoon

Garbage Time [2019]

준상: Seong Junsu/Ki Sangho

뱅상: Park Byungchan/Ki Sangho

종상: Choi Jongsu/Ki Sangho

Special Civil Servant** [2024]

이든마루: Seonwoo Eden/Han Maru

*note: the MC has a canon relationship with another character.

**note: the MC has canon feelings for another character.

UPDATES

15/02/2025: filled in the pairings for Black Badger.

Remember? Luke castellan

Remember me, remember me

I'm on my own, remember me

I'm too far gone, I couldn't see

Remember me, remember me

All the times I cut so deep

All my life I couldn't breathe

Remember me, remember me

Remember me, remember me

Remember me - d4vd from Arcane

And now I have fallen in the rabbit hole YALL

Luke castellan

My body's on the line now

I can't fight this time now

I can feel the light shine on my face

Did I disappoint you?

Will they still let me over

If I cross the line?

Take a seat

But I'd rather you not be here for

What could be my final form

Stay your pretty eyes on course

Keep the memories of who I was before

So stay with me because

My body's on the line now

I can't fight this time now

I can feel the light shine on my face

Did I disappoint you?

Will they still let me over

If I cross the line?

The line - twenty one pilots from arcane <3

Ever since I’ve read pjo and learned about Luke characters I CANT help but relate him to this song :<

I NEED A FICCCC

AU of the Wayne family history. At the batkids’ insistence, Alfred finally agreed to read them an old, leather-bound book he’d been holding—a memoir of the very first Wayne.

Clearing his throat, Alfred began in his usual calm, measured tone. "Long ago, a celestial being descended from the heavens, landing in a field owned by a struggling farmer. The celestial arrived in a dazzling ship, unlike anything seen on Earth. But the farmer, desperate to survive, dismantled the ship and sold its parts, making himself a fortune. When the celestial discovered what had happened, he was furious and sought out the farmer to demand justice."

The kids leaned in, totally hooked.

Alfred continued, "The farmer, terrified, begged for forgiveness. He promised that one day, his descendant would marry the celestial's firstborn child to atone for his crime. The celestial, after much thought, relented. He gifted the farmer the rest of the ship as dowry. From that moment on, the Wayne family flourished, their wealth growing beyond imagination."

Bruce, who’d been half-listening while skimming through some files on genetic engineering from the Fortress of Solitude, snorted. "Someone clearly had quite an imagination."

Without saying a word, Alfred flipped the book around and held it up for Bruce to see. The smirk faded from Bruce’s face as his eyes landed on the page. There, drawn in faded ink, was a detailed sketch of the ship… emblazoned with a symbol Bruce recognized immediately.

The crest of the House of El.

Alfred straightened, his tone subdued. "It would seem, Master Bruce, that the promise made to Jor-El must now be honored, given that his firstborn son has arrived on Earth."

Bruce froze. He recalled the Fortress’ eccentric behavior toward him and broke out in cold sweat.

more Grandpa Bruce shenanigans bc why not?

1.

Reporter, approaches Bruce: Looking handsome as ever, Mr. Wayne. Do you have a date tonight?

Bruce, smiles: Yes, indeed I do. The most beautiful dates.

Reporter shrugs it off because that's the usual for Bruce Wayne, right?

and it's Lian and Steph and Cass' adopted daughter coming out of the car wearing sparkling red and purple dresses.

Bruce, grins: My granddaughters.

Bruce holds both of their hands and they enter the area together, both girls giggling and smiling for the cameras.

Reporters and paparazzi are left in awe.

2.

Bruce, exiting the Manor, rubs his temples: Great. I forgot my glasses. Again.

Timkon's son, suddenly flying beside Bruce: I'll get it, Grandpa!

Jondami's son, also flying beside Bruce's other side: No, l shall do it, Grandfather!

Timkon's son: I was here first!

Jondami's son, rolls his eyes: You're slow for a Kryptonian.

Bruce: Boys, no need to-

then they both fly around the house to find Bruce's glasses.

Bruce, sighs and smiles: What am I but an old man.

3.

Bruce is currently (trying) to make some pancakes, and the kitchen is a huge mess.

Birdflash's son: Uh. I take it back, Grandpa, two pancakes are enough for me, not ten.

Dukeizzy's daughter: We could have helped you, Grandpa. Now, Great Grandpa Alfie will not be happy.

Bruce, turns to his grandkids who are by the door: He's going to kick our butts, huh?

both of the kids nod.

Bruce: Well, how about some pizza?

Birdflash's son: I'll buy, I'll buy!

Dukeizzy's daughter: Take me, please.

Bruce, hands them money: Be careful, okay?

but they're gone already by the time Bruce blinks.

Bruce, shakes his head fondly: Speedsters, am I right?

bonus:

Gotham newspaper headlines goes: "Batman seen with young heroes on rooftop. Is Batman leading the group? Young Justice League or Kids Titans?"

it's basically just Batman with a young speester wearing a Kid Flash suit but with Nightwing's domino mask, Lian in a Speedy suit, Tim and Kon's son in a Superboy suit, Steph and Cass' daughter in a Batgirl suit, Duke and Izzy's daughter and Damian and Jon's son in Robin suits.

and it's just all of them enjoying some Batburgers while their parents are lurking behind the shadows to witness the scene.

KAINESS ain’t looking so good rn 🤩🔫

Pairs in Blue Lock that are practically canon

BachiSagi = Bachira looking fondly at Isagi in that one panel and him saying “I love you/aishiteru” to Isagi in his head

NagiReo = these two have their own shoujo manga

RyuSae = the whole u-20 arc is them flirting with each other

And the latest pair to the list, KaiNess = Ness being the one who did Kaiser’s hair and calling the dye a beautiful blue (similar to how “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?/Tsuki ga kirei desu ne?” is a poetic way of saying “I love you” in Japanese)

Blue Lock’s acronym is literally BL. This should be a shounen ai

Max is deff Ollie’s dad

come to meet F1 family tree

my inspired from twitter hahahaha

I saw this meme format and I had to do it.

draco: from this moment on, i'm changing my approach to potter.

pansy: to start, it wouldn't hurt to stop calling him potter.

harry, hearing his name from the gryffindor table: what?

draco: a hearing aid would suit your glasses very well, potter. if you're so curious, we were talking about the biggest failures of hogwarts.

harry, muttering: idiot.

pansy: and what was that?

draco: i... i don't know. i panicked!

During an argument in Cabin 13...

Will: Shut up!

Nico: Make me.

Will: Don't say that.

Nico: And why not?

Will: With I'm planning to do, you'll be even louder!

Nico: ⊙_⊙

Apollo: [ leaning by the door, listening ] I am so proud—

more incorrect quotes here!

Just for pain

The realization that it would be years before we ever get to see Kaiser and Ness animated… pain

Real

It’s tragic how Ness is extremely blinded by his devotion to Kaiser, while Kaiser just calls him trash…

Yes, I am aware Ness has issues, and I know he needs to be stopped. But of all people, Kaiser is the one person who has no right to do that. Everything Ness has done has been for him, and he’s progressed to this point today because Kaiser has been complicit with him.

You’d think Ness would just bark at anyone if Kaiser hadn’t encouraged it in the beginning?

Ness just goes with whatever Kaiser says. He is Kaiser’s biggest supporter. His biggest cheerleader. He is Kaiser’s tool. Kaiser’s shield. But he also wants Kaiser to acknowledge him. He wants Kaiser to look at him. Really look at him. He’d let Kaiser boss him around. He’d let Kaiser grab his hair even if it hurts. He’d let Kaiser throw that drink in his face. Even if just for a momentary glance from him.

But whatever he does is never enough. Because to Kaiser, Ness is nothing more than his servant.

And then comes Isagi, who captures Kaiser’s attention the way Ness has never had.

How could Ness not be jealous? How could Ness not be mad?

He has let himself be abused by the god he worships, only to have that god fancy a sinner.

At this point, Ness has every right to go apeshit.

Ness is such an amazing midfielder that any other striker would be grateful to have him. But Kaiser just takes him for granted.

The latest chapter was heartbreaking.

Because even after this...

Ness still looks at Kaiser with stars in his eyes...

Let Ness be trampled by any other character, but if Kaiser makes one more move against him, I’m gonna fucking lose it.

Interviewer: Can you tell me what your relationship with Michael Kaiser is?

Ness: I’m Kaiser's right-hand arm. Man. I’m Kaiser everything. Im his confidant, his best friend. His silly rabbit.

Interviewer: His what?

Ness: His silly rabbit.

Interviwer: His silly rabbit?

Ness: Yes.

Interviewer: Is that what he calls you?

Ness: No.

Sae & Shidou

Sae: Shidou, you bastard!!! Because of you, I can barely walk and follow the training

Shidou, proud: Thanks

Sae, looking him with hate: Banned from my house!!!

Shidou, panicks: So sorry!!!!!!!!!

--------

Sae: Shidou, you bastard!!! I told so many times to not leave me hickies. They are a pain in the ass to cover them up

Shidou: Ha. You can´t ban me from your house, we live together

Sae, thinking *Bold of you to assume that i cannot ban you*

Sae: You are banned from the bedroom. From today, you sleep on the couch

Shidou, panicks: SORRY¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡

not really my idea!! My bestie @frenchbgtt did it with aot (so all applause to her)!

BUT it suits black brothers soo well.. I just can't

🌚🫶🏻

Some time like this, also liike that 

James: *reaches out to Regulus for a kiss*

Regulus: *wraps his arms around James's neck*

Sirius: *drops everything and runs towards them* prongs no!!!!

Remus: *reads* Sirius, don't disturb them

Sirius: be quiet, traitor!!

James: *kisses Regulus and hugs his waist*

Sirius: no!! *tries to pull Regulus away from James* he's still small!!!

Remus: Sirius, I find them uncomfortable

James: *puts hands on Regulus' hips*

Regulus: *smiles into the kiss*

Sirius: DO YOU HEAR ME AT ALL???

James: sorry padfoot

Regulus: fuck off Sirius

Sirius: hey, I'm trying to save you!!

James: *picks up Regulus*

Regulus: *smiles*

Sirius: this is so bad!!!

Why is it always the deleted scene 🤡🤡

👀

I’m saving this shush

(Canon-divergence where Joffrey is the child of Jacaerys and Cregan after they're wed to ensure an alliance between their houses)

By the gods was sex with Cregan Stark good.

No, it was more than that-it was fucking /heavenly/.

Jacaerys first finds this out for himself on their wedding night when the Lord of the North takes his maidenhead and bites into the corner of his neck, ensuring a lasting bond, his knot making a home inside of his soaked cunt.

Gods, Jacaerys never wanted to leave that moment. It was one of the best experiences of his life, something he'll never forget.

But, something even greater was created that night.

A babe. An heir to the Iron Throne. The Realm's newest delight.

And also it's newest terror.

"Mama."

Jacaerys willed the gods to give him patience.

"Mama!"

"Joffrey," Comes his husband's rough, sleepy voice from beside him on their bed. "We're sleeping. Go back to your bed. Actually, who the hell let you in here?"

It appears to matter not as Joffrey manages to climb onto their mattress, his tiny arms and legs lifting him up as he grunts and whines and nearly flips himself over trying to get to them. Normally, Jacaerys might've reached over to help him but, his exhaustion ran deep for he was still half asleep.

"Mama, mama," Little Joffrey sang as he crawled up to him and in-between his parents. "Mommy. Sleep with you, please?"

Jacaerys sighs and lifts up the covers.

"M'kay," He murmurs and immediately, Joffrey is clapping his little hands and burrowing into their warmth. "Jus' for a little."

Cregan rolls over to face his husband and their babe, huffing in amusement as Joffrey practically stitches himself to the side of his mate in an attempt to be as close to him as possible.

"Little terror," He teases as he leans over and kisses all over his little boy's head of curls. Joffrey squeals and swats at him with his tiny fingers. "Go to /sleep/, boy. Else I'll banish you to the wall forever."

"Nooo! No, dada!" Joffrey giggles and shakes his legs, making Jacaerys grunt and huff a laugh.

"Be still, Joff," Jacaerys yawns. "Sleep."

"Okay, mommy."

Cregan groans. "Why does he only listen to you?"

"Perhaps it is because I carried him for nine months and then nearly died birthing him."

"Eh, I still think foul play is involved."

"SHHH! Dada, shhh," Joffrey suddenly grins and reaches over to put his tiny hand over his father's mouth, giggling as he gets a feel for Cregan's thick beard. "Sleepy time now."

Cregan scoffs but kisses his palms, making Joffrey cackle.

"Alright, little terror," He teases again. "Back to sleep with us and, when you wake up, I'm making Aemond and Lucerys deal with you for the day. Prepare them for the battle that is raising a pup."

Joffrey gasps, delighted. "Uncle Lukey?!"

Jacaerys shushes him and kisses his face. "Shhh, sweet boy," He whines. "Hush now. Yes, you can spend time with Uncle Aemond and Uncle Luke /later/. Let mama and dada sleep for just a few more hours, please?"

"Okay, mama."

"Thank you, dear boy."

Cregan rolls his eyes fondly and wraps his arms around his family protectively as they all cuddle and close their eyes. It isn't even five minutes later before they're all once again snoring away, the sun slowly rising behind the horizon ready for the start of another day.

Cute

The Kazekage’s Heir

Cute

Narumitsu 4koma I made for a mutual’s artbook project.

😩

Comfort.

🥹

Posting this cuz I don’t know how to save 😭😭

monday afternoons // yoshiden

tags: sfw, modern/high school au, fluff, dialogue heavy, developing relationship

wc: 3.6k

denji starts going to tutoring. his tutor is kind of a weird guy (in a good way).

Denji enjoyed watching the sunset.

He began paying more attention to the different, vivid colors smearing across the sky on one particular Monday. He was in class, four hours after everyone else had gone home. Denji wasn’t too put out by having to stay late. While his classmates would go home to parents and dinners, Denji always went home to either an empty house or a destroyed one, courtesy of his sister.

That Monday, though, Denji had to stay late. It wasn’t that he was in trouble. Usually, that was the case, so when his teacher pulled him aside, Denji automatically began to prepare for the worst. There was nothing more embarrassing than having to explain to his older brother why he wouldn’t be home. It was never anything too bad, usually just a crude drawing or a poorly timed remark. Aki never let anything slide, though.

Denji knew it would be hard to explain his late arrival this time. Aki would expect the normal excuses of I got caught sleeping in class, I spent too long in the bathroom, I drew a penis on the desk. Denji wasn’t sure how to tell him, I’m failing my math class and need tutoring.

Aki would have probably had a blood vessel burst if Denji told him. Keeping that in mind, Denji quickly decided just to keep it on the down-low and quietly go to his tutoring every Monday.

On the first day, he was nervous. The upperclassman who was supposed to be there was late, so Denji was staring out at the sunset.

Denji knew he had no reason to be nervous. His teacher wasn’t too worried and she said his tutor was excellent. Even so, Denji could feel his face screwing up into a sneer.

Adults lied. It was something Denji made peace with a long time ago, before Aki and Power. Kids were cruel and Denji had no reason to believe that his mysterious tutor would behave otherwise.

Denji’s bitter pondering was interrupted by a loud clatter at the back of the room.

“Uh-” he turned, fully prepared to see a group of returning classmates.

Instead, he was greeted with the sight of a lanky guy gathering up a mess of papers on the floor. His dark, messed-up hair was obscuring his face from view, but Denji could’ve sworn he could make out the tell-tale redness of embarrassment.

“Hey,” Denji snapped out of his surprise and tentatively went to help the new guy. “I’ll get these…”

Denji could hear the smile in the guy’s voice when he said, “Oh, nah, it’s no biggie.”

He gently pulled the papers from Denji’s hands and finally looked up.

“You’re my little protegee, aren’t you?”

Denji couldn’t do much else but nod. The guy’s face caught him off guard. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a smooth-faced dude with the blackest eyes he had ever seen. If his eyes weren’t so unsettling, Denji might have felt able to speak.

“I’m Yoshida, c’mere,” Yoshida stood, pulled Denji to the center of the room, and dumped an armful of loose papers on a desk. “How do you wanna start?”

Denji arched a brow at Yoshida and hoped it was screaming: are you fucking with me?

The look pulled a snort from Yoshida and he shook his head. With the motion, Denji caught sight of a mess of earrings on his ear. It was strange he hadn’t noticed them yet.

“Here, sorry, sit down.”

“You’re good,” Denji muttered and sat across from Yoshida. “So, uh, I’ve never done somethin’ like this.”

Yoshida nodded as he sifted through his papers. Denji caught glimpses of pages full of difficult equations and unintelligible handwriting. After a moment, Yoshida exclaimed a small ah! before laying out a few papers.

“So, I don’t wanna get right into it,” he said with a strange, small smile.

“Why not?”

Denji was trying to keep his cool, but Yoshida wasn’t acting like anyone he had ever met. Though, he wasn’t sure what he expected. Maybe a hardcore teacher hell-bent on forcing fractions into Denji’s mind, or a classmate who was only there to appease a teacher. Yoshida was far too relaxed and it made Denji’s guard automatically go up.

“It’s just better this way, I promise,” Yoshida said and shrugged. Even though he was smiling, his eyes remained still like a pool of dark, stagnant water. “Is it just math? They didn’t really fill me in that much.”

Denji took slightly too long to answer. The way Yoshida was staring, unblinking, was throwing Denji off. It wasn’t unwelcome, just different. No one looked at him that much unless they needed something from him.

“Yeah, just math.”

“Oh, yay, that’s my whole thing.”

“How?”

Yoshida tilted his head like a confused dog. The black jewelry in his ear glimmered through his hair.

“What do you mean?”

Denji shrugged and felt a little embarrassed. Which was strange, because Denji never felt nervous.

“How are you good with math? I listen and pay attention and everythin’ but it never, what’s the word? Never sticks?”

Yoshida blinked at Denji and shrugged. “Yeah, sticks is about right, I think. But it does stick for me.”

“You gonna show me how it sticks?”

Yoshida paused and regarded Denji as though he was really seeing him for the first time. Then, he laughed and this time, it was genuine and straight from a good place in his heart.

Denji was surprised to find that his nerves abandoned him and stayed gone for the rest of the session.

—

As the year transitioned from early Autumn to Winter, Denji continued to stay late on Mondays. After the initial session, Denji began to gradually become accustomed to Yoshida’s strange demeanor.

A lingering blank stare. That perpetual thin smile. The relentless, yet comforting teasing.

Denji still wasn’t sure what to make of him. It had been three months of Yoshida occupying his Mondays, and even after three months, Denji was no closer to understanding him than he had been at the beginning.

What Denji did know was limited. He knew that Yoshida was smart, like, crazy smart. Denji would puzzle over a single equation for a half hour and Yoshida would solve it in five minutes, tops. It wasn’t just math, it was practically everything. Denji found it difficult to not feel stupid around him.

Yoshida knew exactly what to say to get the outcome he wanted. He knew classic Japanese literature inside and out. He knew what to say to Denji to encourage him through the painful last minutes of their sessions.

“Are you paying attention?”

Yoshida’s smooth voice gently pulled Denji back. He would feel embarrassed, but that feeling had long since escaped him, at least around Yoshida.

“Yeah,” Denji quipped and smoothed his hand over his worksheet. “The sky looks nice. It sets earlier now, right?”

“Huh?”

“The sun, dumbass.”

“C’mon now,” Yoshida hid his smile by dragging a hand over his face. As placid as he always seemed, Denji had noticed that he was more expressive around him. “No swearing.”

“You gonna tell on me?”

Yoshida snorted and slapped Denji’s hand with a pencil. “Nah, Hayakawa is already a prick. I don’t need him up my ass for picking on his baby brother.”

Denji couldn’t help his smile. “Okay, whatever. What’s the formula for this?”

“Here,” Yoshida walked around the table to sit next to Denji. “I’ll start it, then you try and remember the rest of it.”

“I have a hard time remembering,” Denji sighed and wracked his brain for the remainder of the formula. “Is there a song for this one?”

“Nope, you could make one up though.”

Denji scoffed as Yoshida erased his writing.

“If you make up your own song I bet you’d remember it better.”

“I can’t sing, dude.”

Yoshida sighed and wrapped a heavy arm around Denji’s shoulder. It was clearly a friendly gesture, but Denji froze under it.

Oblivious to Denji’s stiffness, Yoshida continued, “It doesn’t matter if you can sing or not, you just gotta make something up to remember it by. Like,” Yoshida frowned and thoughtfully squeezed Denji’s shoulder as he searched for what to say. “Fuck, catchy? Yeah, you make up something catchy that you can remember during a test.”

Yoshida removed his arm and the place he squeezed burned even after his hand was long gone. Denji didn’t have time to think about it before Yoshida was walking him through more equations.

By the time the session ended, Denji’s mind was swirling with exponents and square roots and the blank smile Yoshida always had, which seemed to only soften around Denji.

—

The Winter months continued without fail. The snow arrived and school was forced to close down for a few days. All over the city, shops closed and restaurants boarded up their doors to prepare for the storm. Finals were rapidly approaching, so Denji swore to himself he would study while he was forced to stay holed up at home.

However, the lack of school meant two things for Denji: One, no tutoring. Two, no Yoshida.

Denji was conflicted. Over the past several months he had sort of come to realize something about himself. It wasn’t something he could just casually admit to himself though. So he spent his time with Yoshida lost in his head.

Could he ever say anything? He couldn’t even admit it to himself, let alone to Yoshida’s face.

Even so, Denji couldn’t ignore the way Yoshida was always staring and smiling. Denji told himself that Yoshida looked at everyone that way, even when he knew it wasn’t true. Denji couldn’t ignore how patient and calm he always was. If he were anyone else, Denji was certain that he would’ve abandoned him by now.

Anyone else would get fed up with how long it took Denji to absorb formulas and process a problem. Anyone else would chastise him for his near lethargic pace when solving a difficult word problem.

Denji threw his head back and groaned. Aki was gone, so Denji could be as crass and immature as he pleased. Even Power was gone today, so Denji was left alone with his contradicting thoughts.

The landscape around their apartment was coated in white as far as the eye could see. If Denji squinted, he could make out snowplows clearing the streets and spreading salt. As pretty as the sight was, Denji was bored. To make matters worse, it was a Monday. Right about now, Denji would be heading up to the room where he and Yoshida held their sessions.

As Denji stared out at the slowly falling sun, he suddenly realized that Yoshida had given him something a few weeks prior. Denji immediately rushed inside to find the slip of paper. As he dug through piles of dirty clothes and junk, he struggled to remember what it was.

A formula cheatsheet? A guide? A number? Was it Yoshida’s number?

Denji stopped and pulled out a thin slip of notebook paper from a pocket in one of his discarded jeans. Sure enough, it was Yoshida’s number with a message scrawled under it.

If you need anything at another point in the week.

Denji sat cross-legged on his floor, blinking at the slip. He could’ve sworn that Yoshida said he had other students throughout the week, which was why they only got together on Mondays. Denji decided to not worry too much about it and just went to the phone.

Someone picked up on the third ring.

“Yellow?”

“Oh, of course, you would say that,” Denji said and his smile was apparent in his voice.

A laugh echoed through the phone. “Oh shit. Hi Denji.”

All the playful bravado fled Denji’s arsenal of comebacks. Yoshida’s voice was still smooth as ever, but Denji thought he heard a pinch of excitement in his words. Was Yoshida glad he called? Was he as thrilled about it as Denji was?

“Hey.”

“What’s up? The snow got you down?”

Denji shrugged, then remembered Yoshida couldn’t see him. “Kinda, also, I just shrugged and thought you saw even though you’re in my phone right now.”

“Yeah, I’m just some guy in the phone, sorry to disappoint you,” Yoshida snorted. “You ready for finals?”

“Yeah, I think so. I made up a song and shit for all the formulas I can’t remember.”

“Okay, nice.”

They fell into a strange silence that wasn’t awkward or tense. Denji felt a smile threaten to creep onto his face and he willed it away. Was he allowed to smile? He wasn’t doing anything fun, just talking to Yoshida. Was it okay for him to want to talk to him?

“So, you won’t still tutor me after break?”

There was a pause, then, “No, but, we can still hang out, if that’s cool.”

If that’s cool…

Of course, that would be cool. More than cool, actually.

“Yeah,” was all Denji said.

There was a quiet moment where Denji thought he should’ve said more, but before he could, Yoshida gave him a time and place for after finals and hung up. Denji stood with the phone in his hand for a long, regretful moment.

—

Denji stood nervously in front of what he assumed to be Yoshida’s apartment.

It was small and clean and seemed like just the place Denji expected Yoshida to live. He knocked once and stepped back to wait.

It didn’t take long before Yoshida cracked open the door and peeked out at Denji.

“Hey!” Yoshida pulled Denji inside. Even though his voice was dull and his face was as blank as ever, Denji could practically feel Yoshida’s excitement. Denji told himself to not get his hopes up.

“‘Sup,” Denji smirked and let Yoshida quickly drag him through his home.

“Yeah, my mom is gone this weekend but here’s our kitchen and that’s-”

“You got food?”

Yoshida turned and shot a deadpan stare straight into Denji’s soul. “No, my mother starves me,” he droned, opening the fridge door and chucking an apple at Denji. “That’s actually not real.”

“Oh shit,” Denji took a bite and wiggled his eyebrows. “Ghost food? For real?”

Yoshida nodded with the gravest expression Denji had ever seen in his life. It was like someone had just died right before his eyes. It got hard to tell when Yoshida was being serious or just messing around.

“Yeah. For real.”

Denji shook his head and followed Yoshida into his room. It was small but cozy, the space was mostly taken up by a low bed. The walls were covered in posters paying tribute to bands or movies.

“You’re a movie guy, huh,” Denji remarked as he observed the walls.

He could feel Yoshida’s eerie stare on his back, but it didn’t unsettle him the way it used to. It was almost endearing now.

“Uh-huh, have you seen that one?”

“Nah, all the movies I watch are so shitty,” Denji groaned and tried not to think about his latest family movie night. “You know my sister Power?”

Denji turned and Yoshida nodded.

“She doesn’t let us watch anything but those stupid animated kid's shows. It's always those or some fucked up slasher. No in between.”

Yoshida snorted a laugh and stood, walking up until his chest was flush with Denji side. Yoshida was a little taller, so Denji’s eyes traced his neck and traveled up to make contact with Yoshida’s.

“Do you wanna watch something?”

Denji couldn’t do anything other than nod and wonder why some guy had the ability to completely disarm him. They stayed standing still looking straight into the eyes of the other for a moment that seemed far longer than it actually was. With Yoshida so close, Denji could finally see that his eyes weren’t black, just a very warm, deep brown. Yoshida’s gaze shifted back and forth like he couldn’t decide which of Denji’s eyes to stare at. Then, he swallowed thickly and Denji found it hard to keep himself from looking at his throat.

“Uh,” Denji’s voice sounded strange and hoarse so he ducked to clear it. When he stood straight again, Yoshida had backed away a little. “What do you wanna watch? I don’t really know what’s good.”

Yoshida still had the same, ever-present smile on his face, but right then, it seemed a little different. If Denji thought hard enough, it seemed like it was more at ease, content.

It was a sight Denji could get used to seeing.

—

With the coming of the new semester, Monday afternoons shifted from being days devoted to reviewing into hours dedicated to consuming media and hanging out. The trees began to shroud themselves with leaves and birds returned to the newly clear skies. Even with all the new life surrounding him, Denji still was conflicted.

Yoshida was sitting next to Denji on his couch. Yoshida’s couch had become Denji’s second home, he spent most of his time after school there. They’d work on homework together, eat together, then watch movies together. It was nice, but it hadn’t done anything to help clear Denji’s mind.

“Ew, what the fuck.”

Yoshida punched Denji’s arm and barked a laugh at his reaction.

“I thought you liked stuff like this?”

Denji stared at the woman on the screen, her top slung low to expose the rounded tops of her breasts. He did like stuff like that, but Yoshida was right there and the last thing Denji needed was to embarrass himself in front of him.

“I do…” he said after a moment. He could feel Yoshida’s eyes on him.

“What about it?”

The question was spoken softly like Yoshida was worried he would scare Denji off by asking. There was more underneath the spoken words, but Denji didn’t feel like mulling it over too much. His mind was screaming that this was finally the right moment, begging him to not let it slip by.

“I dunno,” Denji answered without facing Yoshida. “Just, she’s pretty.”

“Yeah? What about her?”

Denji felt the cushions on the couch shift as Yoshida leaned in a little closer. He felt small, yet excited, as he stayed trapped beneath Yoshida’s eyes. It was risky, it was exhilarating.

“She’s,” as Denji searched for his next words, he realized that the girl sort of resembled Yoshida. Is that what he wants me to say? “I like her hair, it’s kinda like yours.”

“You like my hair, huh?”

Denji swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah, I can always smell your shampoo. It smells nice.”

“You just go around sniffin’ people?” Yoshida laughed and he was so close his breath tickled the shell of Denji’s ear. “You’re a funny guy, y’know that?”

“I don’t sniff people, c’mon,” Denji said, smiling, and tilted his head back to rest on the back of the couch. “You think I’m funny?” Denji couldn’t hide his grin as he put the ball back on Yoshida’s side.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Is that all you think of me?”

There was a beat. A silent moment when Denji wondered if he had misread or gone too far.

“I think a lot about you, honestly.”

Denji held his breath and kept waiting. He was terrified that if he dared to look over or take a breath, the moment would disappear and that he would be back in his room.

“I- Do you?”

“Yeah,” Denji admitted it like he was confessing a dark secret to a priest. Now he really couldn’t look. He couldn’t move.

“Are you scared, cause, I am,” Yoshida whispered and for the first time, Denji could hear the raw emotion in his voice.

“I am, is this allowed?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean- Like, you’re a guy? Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Yoshida said and Denji felt something tug at his shirt. “Dude, look at me.”

Denji obliged and almost flinched from the weight of Yoshida’s gaze. He always thought Yoshida’s eyes were strange and glassy, but Denji could finally see the depth of them. Beneath the glossy, dark surface, Denji could make out a sea of swimming emotions.

“Hey, dude.”

Yoshida snorted and flashed a crooked smile. “Dude?”

“Yeah?”

“You gonna keep calling me dude, or?”

Denji felt a smile pull at his lips without his permission. “I mean, want me to call you baby girl?”

Yoshida’s face screwed up and he leaned forward, pressing his head against Denji’s shoulder.

“God, please don’t.”

“Uh, do you like me?” Denji was so transfixed by the way Yoshida’s sweet-scented, dark hair pooled around his shoulder it was a miracle he could even speak.

Yoshida leaned back and Denji could instantly tell he was struggling to hold back a bright smile. One of the ones reserved only for Denji.

“Do I really need to tell you?”

Denji smiled so hard that his cheeks squished up into his eyes. He probably looked stupid, but Yoshida looked so happy and content he couldn't bring himself to care.

“Man, okay,” Denji said and in a moment of feeling bold, he reached up and felt the mole right below Yoshida’s mouth.

Yoshida, for once, was at a loss for words. He just stared and smiled while Denji examined his birthmarks and teenage blemishes and the piercings weighing down his ear.

“Denji, do you like me?”

Denji huffed a laugh as he fiddled with the piercings. “Dude-”

“Not dude.”

“Okay, uh, baby girl-”

“Please shut up,” Yoshida smiled and tangled his fingers in Denji’s wild hair. They got caught in his tangles, but Denji didn’t notice.

“So, we like each other, yeah?”

Yoshida nodded. “Yeah, I think we do.”

“What’s next? I don’t-”

Yoshida pulled Denji in and he forgot all about what he was worried about. Nothing mattered, it was okay to like boys too and it was okay to not know what would come next.

Denji would take it one day at a time.

Oh my two babies

pochita is just the cutest thing ever 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Broski I’m trying to find this gosuku (gojo x sakuna) fanfic basically in this fic (it’s like a old era smth au, it was old days u know😭😭😭) basically yuuji and sakuna are twins and like there’s still clans. So gojo meet sukuna because u know clan meeting like u know head of the clan meeting and shit so they met. And then this is the only very specific thing I can remember from it there was a chapter called red room if I’m correct 🥹🥹 it was called that because that room is where yuuji and sakuna father would physically abuse sukuna for having the marks in his body. So like I’m asking for help if you also know this fic because I read it before I made my acc and couldn’t bookmark it 😭😭😭 btw I found this story ongoing on ao3 like on 2021. If you know smth pls dm me 🙏🙏🙏

Bruh 😎

i hope i redeemed myself to u all for my last post

True

Dabi right now

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Reasons why Bakugo could come back to life (non-exhaustive list):

Eri’s rewind

Chisaki’s overhaul/reassemble

Jeanist stitching things together

Toga using Twice’s Double

Replacing missing parts via regenerative tissue (what AFO did to Toya)

Toya’s healing/regeneration

Shouto’s healing/regeneration

The body modifications that caused Shigaraki’s hair and hands to grow

Energy from wishing that changes fate

Second’s quirk/OFA’s power

Magic of friendship

Timey-wimey stuff

Shonen logic

Reasons why he wouldn’t:

Horikoshi’s trolling us all

I love this 😭

Touya for the first time in his life is not copying Endeavor’s moves (the ones he developed to beat All Might out of jelousy). He’s copying Shouto. You know, the move that uses the HEART as a centre, the one he developed to counter and SAVE his brother. To elevate his father’s technique into something else that’s truly his own. 

Something to affirm his identity and goal. 

Remember how Touya’s fire-power is linked to his emotions? The more he rages, the stronger his fire gets. 

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