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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣/𝙖

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The room was filled ceiling to wood flooring with sweating heads and drunken movements. The bass from the speakers could be heard from down the street. It was "just a reunion" and "no one was really gonna be there" is what you were told. Yet here you stood, fresh off a plane from America, struggling to find any of your old classmates.

Walking further into the club, copious amounts of perfume, wine, sweat and other mystery liquids hit your nostrils. You were scared that if you breathed in any deeper whatever was perspiring off the crowd would enter your system and give you some new sickness. It didn't seem that far-fetched, who knows what these people carried from club to club.

Some dark green cargo shorts, a red graphic tank top and Deku's old sneakers is all you had on. Course, you were only expecting maybe a handful of Class 1A's old students to be joining you. Stopping near the bar you considered texting Mina to see what was up but a record screech caught your attention.

Settling onto one of the empty bar stools, you turned your attention the stage located on the opposite side of the room. The loud music had dissipated but with the new addition of blond and red hair on stage you knew it wouldn't be long till more bass barraged your eardrums again.

Now facing the bartender, you nodded off his offer for a drink. The smell seemed to be lighter or you had just gotten used to it. Either way, if you didn't see a familiar face, face-to-face, you were gonna check out.

If you were being honest, you didn't even know why you were here in the first place. I mean, sure, you were under the impression that this was a reunion to see some old classmates and talk about your new pro-hero lives post-UA. Yet, with everything that had happened leading to your trip to America, you didn't exactly feel like seeing your old friends. If anything, you wanted to actively avoid it. But Ashido was your girl, who just happened to be very convincing.

Class 1-A's former designated dumb and dumber were both on stage singing karaoke to old uverworld songs and everyone in the crowd near the stage was absolutely eating it up. Their horrendous vocals didn't bother you but the fact that every second that passed of them singing was another second of your time wasted sure did.

"Y/n!" That ecstatic shriek of your name could only come from a certain somebody so when you turned and was met with a sudden tight embrace you weren't surprised.

"Ashido~~"

"I missed you~" She groaned, finally letting you go.

"Mmm~~" You didn't hug people but Ashido always managed to wrap you in one. "Listen if-"

"He brought Kiko." Unwrapping herself from around you, she stepped back in silence in preparation for however you were going to react.

You knew it was inevitable - at some point when you moved back to Japan you were going to have to confront the thing that was Shoto Todoroki. If it was one thing you were good at, it was running from your problems. I mean you moved across the planet just to avoid one of the biggest problems of your post-UA life.

"Girl, you could not had expected him to not move on. People quite literally throw their pussy, dick and various other holes at him-"

"Ashido." You closed your eyes in annoyance, fingers rubbing your eyes haphazardly.

She paused for a moment - if there was anyone who understood the gravity of the situation it was her - and let you recollect yourself. "If it means anything to you.. He obviously still wants you. Everyone can see it and I don't think he cares to hide it honestly."

"Yo, Pinky, you said you was going to get us drinks." Rocco. Fellow American who was flown to Japan on scholarship for his was for athleticism.

Sitting back on the bench, you avoided having to speak - for many reasons. "Waitt, yoo?" His locs bounce in your direction. "Is that lil blur, shit, I was wondering where you went. Why you ain't never text me?" He whined, lips dropping into a small pout.

For the full first year - you, Rocco and Eli (who now lived in America again) all would have to take Japanese classes in place of another class. For almost an hour everyday, it was just you three causing shit for whatever teacher had the burden of watching y'all for the day. Rocco had always been a good friend but then he graduated your first year and went on with his football career.

"Wait hold on, was you and Eli really fucking?"

"Why you couldn't wait over there?!" Ashido stopped the 5'12 quarterback before you could respond, leading him by his arm back into the crowd. She had obviously told him the circumstances of you leaving. Couldn't blame her all of twitter was still talking about it.

Opening your messages both the class 1A groupchat and the various other groupchats filled with different groups in the class were all simultaneously blowing up.

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kami

do u guys see where kyoka went ?? we were gonna do karaoke ;( 8:59 pm

mina

she dont want u 💀 9:03 pm

mina

also y/n is even here yet ❗️9:05 pm

y/n

one of yall please meet me at the door i cannot do this rn 9:07 pm

kami

ohmgg y/n plzz do kariojekeee !!! eee9:08 pm

kami

i think ejjri wants 2 fuck ne 9:12 pm

Glancing up from the luminous screen, your eyes were meet with those familiar grey and blue hues. They looked healthy. Like he hadn't missed a lick of sleep since you last shared his sheets. His hair was longer now and was curling around his ears. Your fingers hummed with the memory of his touch. But he wasn't yours to remember or to love anymore.

"Y/n." Your eyes flickered to his hand that was locked with who you knew as Kiko. She was gorgeous - a much better compliment to his beauty than you ever were in those few years. "Hi."

"Shoto." You mustered a smile. "Hi." Your voice definitively shivered there but here Todoroki Shoto stood in front of you. The first time since you snuck out his apartment last July.

"This is Kiko." He introduced.

"I grew up watching you guys during the festivals. Never got around to doing the whole pro-hero thing though." She seemed to gleam at you.

'Wow, her smile was just as pretty, huh.'  You thought. Tall, blasian and a non-hero. His ratings were sure to do numbers with this one. Wonder whose idea it was.

"Mm, well then I'm sure you remember all the shit I ate." 'God, fuck me in the ass.'

You were hoping the lack of engagement in your tone would open the very drawn out conversation for a subject change but it only seemed to fill her with more excitement as she prepared to speak again. Was she really this interested in your training days? Maybe she grew up loving you so much that she wanted to be just like you.

"How was the flight back? No issues?" Well, that shut her up.

"Took my dramamine and turned on my playlist." 'Fuck did that sound too irritated.'

"Mm." 'Definitely did, now he's leaving.' "I tried to call you. Was your number changed?"

"Yeah, got a new phone when I got there." It was meant to be a bit of self care. You replaced all the shit from your old life to focus on new experiences. That kind of thing. At least that's what you thought at the time. Now you just wonder how many times he contacted you and you never responded.

His eyes focussed on the device on your lap. You refused to look him in the eye and you could tell Kiko was growing unsettled by the energy you both created in the air. She was glancing back and forth between your drained eyes and his yearnful ones that were still focussed on your hand that grasped your phone.

"Oh shit, is that Y/N?!! Back from the Americas." 'Thank god for Hanta fucking Sero.'

You immediately stood up to hug him as he patted his friend's shoulder before walking towards you. Hanta always had the best hugs in the class.

"Yeah, I think you need a drink." You let Hanta lead you as you felt Shoto and Kiko get further and further till your fingers no longer ached for his touch.

i 100% believe that katsuki would only confess when he thinks you can’t hear him

either when loud music is playing or when your sleeping

if it’s the latter then it’s after movie night when everyone has gone to bed

and you’re half asleep on the couch

he is obviously tasked with bringing you to bed but he can’t help but to stare at you for a few seconds

this would probably be the softest katsuki would be (cause he’s tired and it’s after his bedtime)

“y/n.” he called out lowly, with no intention of actually waking you.

when you don’t wake up is when he’d look away. “y’know you’re more tolerable like this.. your dumbass never shuts up.” a ripple went through the couch as he chuckled slightly. who knew bakugo katsuki could laugh?

“how’d you fall asleep anyway?” his tone rises a bit before he remembered you were sleeping. “how much sleep did you get last night?”

“fuck i don’t care.” he stopped himself for a second. silence enveloping the room except for your snores.

“i’ve seen you hanging with shitty hair. don’t think i don’t notice.” he paused briefly. “fuck that, do what you want, i couldn’t care less.”

he could’ve sworn he saw you laugh but he ignored it. “i hate your dumbass…” he rubbed his face. “you’ve made me fall for you.”

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shoto leaving u on read if u don’t say good morning/goodnight back

him learning how to cornrow a black!readers hair

him unironically starting to call you mommy after you called him daddy once

fantasy prince!shoto seeing your face once and searching for your face everyday after that, him going as far as to have a painter paint a picture of it

him shaving the drapes only for your sake

imagining a love-struck shoto following you around because he just doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. and when you confront him he’s just like 😄🥰 cause you’re finally showing him attention.

“stop following me like a lost puppy.” you rolled your eyes, finally turning around to confront your tail.

“but I like you.”

“i’ve told you this already, you do not like me.”

“why not?”

“because you can’t like me.” this seems to surprise him for a second, causing him to stop and think.

“but-“ he began, almost second guessing himself. “mina and jirou told me that when your heart quickens and your palms get sweaty around someone then you like them. so you should know that i like you.” his eyes bored into yours as if this was common sense, hand going to grab yours.

“see, your hand fits perfectly in mine.” his fingers clasped onto your hand.

rolling your eyes at his whole charade you turned and continued walking, hand in hand.

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“She looks fucking gorgeous.” Shoto opted not to respond to the comment choosing instead to focus on the soft rain that cascaded down his window pane.

With the soft plat! of the magazine on his wooden desk, however, Shoto begrudgingly made eye contact with his former classmate.

He had previously sat comfortably in his chair but now he shifted with uncertainty as the air around him squeezed him in shame.

“She does.” He agreed, looking down at the braided coils and brown skin that donned the magazine cover.

The soft plattering of water echoed on the walls around the two men as neither looked up from the thin paper booklet.

“You fucked up letting that one go.” The hero spoke again after a few beats. The palpable energy in the room rivaled that of a battle zone. Two men who seemingly once had everything and lost it all.

“There’s nothing better you have to do, Bakugo?”

“Ha, then rub this shit in your face?” Shoto let out a sigh.

“Y’kno, when you got her in the end, I swallowed my pride for her sake,” He smirked but his red eyes glowed in the dark room, screaming with something deeper than petulant contempt. “Turns out I gave her up for some righteous bastard who doesn’t even know what he got.“

The wind swirled outside as Shoto sat in silence in the dimmed room. He knew he was right.

“Fix it.” He spat.

✎ ２０ ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙙𝙨𝙢

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you guys hadn’t even been going at it for that long. you were only 20 minutes in and he was already getting squirmy. you smirked, he was so cute. he was holding on tight to your right hand. his hair was damp against his forehead. “youre doing so good.” you praised him, trying to prevent your voice from trembling. he began getting louder, his soft whimpers only making you want to go faster.

he turned his head to the left, his expression contorting, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small cry. “baby~” you spoke lowly, the noises of both of your bodies smacking eachother getting louder and louder. you stick two of your fingers in his mouth, trying to get him to last longer. you take your fingers out as spit dribbled onto his chin. you leaned down and engulfed him into a deep kiss. your lips muffling his whines. you could feel his eyebrows furrow as he desperately was trying to return the kiss as if this kiss would stop his world from crumbling.

after a good ten seconds you released him, slowly raising your head above his, both of you panting. you could see a string of spit connecting both of your lips. normally you’d think this was disgusting but at this point anything he did was hot. you began to kiss his jaw and neck, making sure to nibble his smooth skin along the way. this was a bad idea because he quickly became much more fidgety. “i- i need...” he stuttered out quickly. you cupped his cheeks and looked him in his eyes. “ hold on alittle longer okay?”

you then laced your left with his right hand and wrapped your right hand around his throat. you started to move faster, tightening your grip on him slightly. he began to rub his feet together, this is what he usually did to prevent himself from giving in. “this was gonna be a long night,” you thought as you felt yourself tighten around him. but there was no way you was going down this easily.