Since Request Are Open May I Request Xiao And Zhongli With A Hu Li Jing S/o? (their Chinese Foxes Who

Their reaction to you kissing them for the first time.

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Reader: Fem!!!

Pairing: Tengen + 3 wives, Rengoku, Giyuu, Mitsuri, and Shinobu

Type: Fluff

Request: Open!

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Mitsuri

You were leaving the butterfly mansion as a fellow demon slayer after a mission because you had gotten injured a little bit. And by a little bit I mean your arm was almost cut off.

“Oh hi!” A voice startled you from behind you as you turned around to see the love hashira Mitsuri standing infront of you. To say you admired her was an understatement, since the first time you saw her you instantly fell in love.

She walked closer to you trying to examine your arm but as she was doing that your heart was racing a million miles per minute. You never realized that she was speaking to you until she grabbed your face forcefully to look at her.

She was so much taller than you and the way she was looking at you right now made your knees want to buckle. Something took over you and before the both of you could process what happened you had already pulled her hands down from your face and placed your lips onto hers.

She oddly tasted like strawberries which you enjoyed but pulled away because the embarrassment of the situation was setting in. You instantly covered your face as well as she did.

“I’m so sorry lady Mitsuri. I don’t know what came over me.” You apologized bowing a bit but she stopped you and gave you a bright smile. “I liked it Y/n..” she said and you started blushing even harder.

She knew your name….

Rengoku

You and Rengoku were great friends, bestfriends even. Seeing as both of you were hashira and had outgoing personalities was a major factor in your relationship.

After a mission the both of you went on, you both decided to go out for drinks which took a turn for the worst? “I really could’ve done better…” you spoke hoping no one heard but Rengoku most definitely did.

“You did your best that’s all that matters.” He said patting you on your back, you rolled your eyes and started drinking some more. Rengoku was starting to get worried because he knew you’d regret waking up with a headache in the morning.

He grabbed the cup from you and helped you stand up, because you had met him at the pub before him you had change out of your normal uniform into a short dress. His face started to fume with red all over his face, he ignored it and kept walking you back down the path to your cottage.

After arriving and getting you comfortable on your futon he was getting ready to leave but was stopped by you holding onto his hand. “Can I tell you a-somethinnn” he leaned down closer to you as your were pulling him so that he could hear.

Instead of whispering in his ear you used your free hand to turn his face to kiss you. He instantly pulled back blushing while you drunkenly stared at him. “I’ve had feelings for you for some time now but your just too dumb to notice me.” You said before completely passing out.

You jumped up from your sleep realizing you had a meeting at the head masters mansion. You hurriedly put your uniform on and on the way to the mansion memories of last night flood through your head.

You covered your mouth while still running down the path, how could you do something so stupid. You finally arrived in a sweaty and panting mess seeing the meeting already started. Bending down next to Giyuu you spoke softly, “I apologize for my tardiness.”

The head master replied just as soft as you spoke, “Your fine my child.” I sigh of relief left your mouth as you continued to gaze at the ground. All of the hashira kept giving you weird glances throughout the meeting.

Your hair was loose, your uniform had many things out of place and you were quiet. The moment the meeting ended you were quick to leave before anyone could speak to you, you were already halfway back to your cottage when someone appeared infront of you.

“Why’d you leave so fast?” Rengoku spoke. You couldn’t face him, guilt was eating up at you like a mouse eating cheese. “Kyojuro, I’m sorry for last night.” “Why? I liked it. I’ve been meaning to talk to you all day.” You finally looked back up at him just to see him giving you his signature big and bright smile.

Tengen

It had been a month since you became Tengens fourth wife and to say you were shy and nervous was an understatement. Tengen was a Hashira and a Shinobu and so we’re his other three wives, you were just someone from the streets.

On this particular day all four of your companions had left to go on missions leaving you alone in your home. You were currently cleaning and you heard the door open. Turning to face the door you were met with Maki standing there taking her shoes off.

“Hi Y/n.” She spoke softly looking really tired, she walked over to you and collapsed in your arms. Her head was laying on your chest thankfully so you could hide the blush appearing on your face.

“Maki-sama…” she looked up at you and straightened herself before pinching your cheeks like a baby and peppering kisses on your face. The last kiss she gave you was on the lips leaving you looking like a red tomato.

“NOT FAIR MAKI! I WANTED TO KISS HER FIRST!” Sums yelled from behind the both of you, Hina giggled from beside a jealous Suma while walking up to you and also placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Your blush was becoming more prominent as Hina placed another kiss on your cheek than giving Maki a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

Suma then walked up to you and grabbed your face placing a big kiss right behind Hina’s kiss causing your knees to buckle. All three of them gathered around you as you covered your face in embarrassment. “The three of you stop it before our Y/n has a heart attack.”

“Lord Tengen.” All four of you said in unison standing up and forming a line. He started to pat Hinas head then Makis head, then Suma and when he got to you he paused.

“How was your day today Y/n?” He spoke which took you by surprise, your wives stood there will smiles on their faces looking at he both of you. “My day was fine, how was your mission?” You spoke softly.

“It was perfectly flashy knowing I got to come home to my wife safe and sound.” He said placing his finger on your chin and pulling you close so that his lips softly pressed against yours. Both of you pulled back from each other and you felt like steam was coming out your ears.

“Did you all come up with this?” You spoke to yourself and all four of them just started laughing.

Shinobu

To say you were quiet was an understatement, you never liked to team up with others because quite frankly working by yourself was what you enjoyed the most.

Currently you were arriving at the head masters mansion because you were requested for a special mission. “Good evening my child.” He spoke rubbing the top of your head.

“There’s a special mission I wanted Hashira Shinobu to go on but she requested for you to be with her.” He again spoke and when you glanced at her and she had her eyes closed smiling at you.

How could you possibly reject this offer? Lady Shinobu was such a beautiful person and knowing that you were going on a mission with her was making your face heat up. Especially since the both of you were the same age she for some reason felt some type of connection with you.

After traveling for a while you both decided to rest at an inn. Ironically there was one room available with barely one futon. “I again apologize for the inconvenience.” The inn keeper said apologizing.

“It’s fine. We can adjust.” You apple easing his shoulders, he still looked worried but you led Shinobu to the room.

The both of you settled down and by the time you actually wanted to get some sleep you looked over at her and she was asleep. You slowly sat up and took your jacket off revealing the short spaghetti strap shirt you were wearing.

Shinobu features were always so beautiful, her soft spoken nature and the way she takes care and nurtures for anyone no matter their stature. You unconsciously held yourself up by your elbow and just watched her sleep.

“I can feel you staring at me…” she said while her eyes were still closed, she then opened them a little surprised at how close the both of you were at that moment. She lifted one of her hands to move a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

She smiled softly keeping her hand resting on the side of your face. “You are so beautiful.” She again spoke softly pulling your head closer to hers. You smiled and closed the gap between the both of you, your hand held onto the side of her face deepening the kiss enjoying her soft breathing.

She pulled back breathing heavily and smiling brightly, “I knew I chose you for a reason.” You cocked your head to the side in confusion, “Wha-” she cut you off pulling you down to kiss her again.

Giyuu

“Giyuu.” You spoke as you heard the door slide shut. He wouldn’t speak to you because he was upset about something but you didn’t know why. You guys have barely been dating for a month and you had asked for him to come see you after he finished a mission.

Every since coming over he has been distant and hasn’t spoken to you. Yes he’s naturally quiet but he always liked to have a conversation with you.

After finishing up his favorite meal that you had been making for the last two days you washed your hands and made you way over to your bedroom. Knocking on the slide you opened it and saw him folding his uniform before laying down to sleep.

“Giyuu, I made your favorite.” He didn’t answer you, “Are you gonna come and eat?” “No.” He coldly spoke. Your breath hitched in your throat as you sat there.

You continued to sit there with the slide open seeing if he’d budge to move but he didn’t. “Is everything okay? You haven’t spoken to me ever since you got here.” You said again hopefully he would give you some type of attention.

“Do you even like me?” His question caught you off guard as he sat up with tears in his eyes. Your natural instincts kicked in and you crawled over to sit infront of him. “Giyuu are you okay?” You again spoke and he looked away from you feeling embarrassed.

“Why wouldn’t I like you?” He finally looked back at you feeling like he wanted to cry again. You had no idea of how to make him feel better but to just baby him. You noticed from the beginning of your relationship that Giyuu loved to let loose with you and for once let someone else take care of him.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to you pulling him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you laying his in the crook of your neck. “Giyuu look at me.” He looked up at you and watched as you leaned in.

Your lips pressed against his and just by looking at him his face turned beet red. You pulled away from him to look at him but he immediately pushed back onto you.

You forced him to let go and started laughing, “Is that what you were mad about honey?” He slowly nodded before hiding his head on your chest and slowly falling asleep.

OWTKMWLTJ3J THIS IS SO CUTEEE

Platonic!Boothill having to deal with child reader constantly trying to steal his hat and wear it themselves even if it’s too big for them.

If he can’t find it his first spot is to find the little girl giggling and chuckling under the blanket fort they built in her room. He has to grab her by the ankles and drag her out or pull her out by the scruff of her overalls.

Well he’s carrying her he’ll have to dodge her little grabby hands trying to reach for it. When she tries he’ll either dodge, playfully nip her fingers, or pelt her hand or face with kisses (which she claims she hates cuz “kisses are gross”)

Of course he lets her have his hat sometimes or will put it on her head unexpectedly just to hear her giggle but he like to make a game out of it.

I can just imagine it getting to a point that Boothill can't control anymore. You are absolutely determined to get his hat one way or another, unable to stop your chubby hands from grabbing it and attempting to drag it off his head!

It makes him wonder why exactly you wanted it so bad, as he watches you put it on and clumsily put a colored pencil between your lips proudly, just the way he did it with his teeth pick. It makes him laugh out loud in realisation that you most likely just wanted to look like him!

And so when your birthday finally rolled around, he gifted you your very own hat that looked like an exact copy of his. He grins with a loving gaze in his eyes as you giggle and put it on happily, very much approving of his gift. His heart aches with all the love it held for his dear daughter, who immideatly springs into his arms to thank him so brightly for it.

I doubt you'd ever take off the hat for long after receiving it, very much determined now to become a mini version of your awfully proud father.

He truly hopes you never change.

imagine kissing them.

imagine them melting against your lips, resting in your hold. imagine their muted sigh against you, the relief that chases away the exhaustion in their limbs.

imagine their hands: wandering, careless, thoughtlessly holding your waist, your arms, your shoulders. imagine their starry eyes gently closed, their skin so beautiful under your fingers.

imagine kissing them again and again, sharing comfort and sweet nothings that turn into everything under the warm breeze and heavy moon.

-> (your fav) + KAZUHA, xiao, jean, ayaka, kuki shinobu, ningguang, KOKOMI, lisa, rosaria, SHENHE, DILUC, kaeya, CHILDE, yun jin

“I always think you’re pretty”

feat. Ayato, Scaramouche, Thoma, Kazuha

AYATO

It wasn’t too often that Ayato would get a day off, but he made sure to free up at least one day to go to the festival with you.

You couldn’t help but feel self conscious of yourself when you walked alongside him. It wasn’t that you weren’t feeling your best- quite the opposite actually. In the days leading up to tonight, Ayaka helped you pick out your outfit and accessories for tonight. And earlier in the day, she and Thoma gave you a mini makeover.

Even you had to admit that you ended up looking really nice. The two probably worked super hard to get you to look like this.

“Ayato’s gonna fall in love with you all over again,” you recall Thoma saying.

You found Ayato already waiting at the festival entrance- and your jaw almost dropped. The soft lighting from the festival, paired with the petals falling about, your boyfriend looked absolutely ethereal in your eyes.

Ayato greets you with a quick peck, his gaze growing softer by the minute.

“You look quite handsome today,” you giggle, your hands finding his to hold.

“And you look quite pretty today too, I suppose this is the work of my sister and Thoma?” he asks, lips already curling up into a smile as you nod.

“But you know,” Ayato hums, carefully brushing away a fallen petal off of your head, “I always think you’re pretty.”

Turns out you were the one falling in love with him all over again.

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thoma

a/n: I think he's neat || if u saw that no u didn't.

He laughed. It was short, but a laugh nonetheless. It was airy and beautiful—carrying the crispness of a feathered dove's first flight. You simply gaped. How else were you to respond when witnessing such splendor? While still processing Thoma's cute giggle, his hand came up, obscuring the now uneasy and wobbly smile as his eyes stared back at yours. Ah! A smile; from nervousness or glee from your attention, you wonder? Ears red, face akin to a certain vegetable, the same airy yet now wavering voice asked: "I-is there something on my face...?" You blinked, now noticing your rude behavior. In a hurry to dispel his uneasiness, you waved your hand in front of your flustered face, dismissing his question. "Oh- No, no! It's just that- uhm..." Your conscious told you not to say it. It really tried. Yet, you looked away from his brilliantly bright verdant eyes, placing a hand on your cheek as a futile excuse to cover the embarrassment from taking over your features. "You just... you have a really pretty laugh.." You shamefully mumbled. You were absolutely steaming from bashfulness. Sputtering, confused noises tumbled out from Thoma's mouth, before he opted for a quiet "Eh?" to properly and coherently express his confusion. This scene might've been comedic if not for the appropriate context. You took his confusion as an indirect rejection, and the little confidence your low self esteem conjured up now withered away. "I'm sorry- Just ignore what I sai-"

There it was again. A short lived, ethereal laugh. It reminded you of the sun's rays cascading across the dancing leaves, swaying to the rhythm of a song unheard. It reminded you of the delicate blue waters lapping up to your ankles, before it hurried away, the tinkle of it's playful laughter heard amongst the roaring of the ocean. A sound so innocent, so indescribably intricate that you found yourself lost within it, and similarly, at a loss for words. It bubbled forth from the depths of his lungs and caused an overwhelming new warmness to blanket your skin. And again, you gaped. Although this time, his crinkled eyes met yours, face still beaming, as he said, "Well, I think your laugh is prettier." Thoma almost sounded amused. Why is that so? He said such thing with not an ounce of shame, yet with every gallon of confidence that you nearly believed him. You clasped your hands onto your face, shying away from his smile, his eyes, his everything that was meant for you. Where did his confidence come from?

He only wished you knew how your laugh jolted his heart into a sprint, how he thought of himself as undeserving to hear it. Such an angelic hymn should be reserved only for the heavens, no?

Tentatively, as to not scare you, and also in part because he wasn't sure this was the right move himself, he reached a hand out. Thoma's hand slid onto your cheek and that's when your heart rate tripled it's speed. His fingers fanned out across your cheek, tucking themselves under your chin in a gentle, fluid motion, tilting your head upwards. Your hands fell limply to your sides when you realized: You had a good view of the handsome tomato boy. And that's when he leaned in. And that's also when you stopped breathing.

Noses touching, Thoma's eyes beheld yours in such an unsure, yet adoring manner.

Shutting his eyes tightly as if he were the one in for the surprise, his soft lips pressed against yours hastily. It was fleeting. But it was like the touch of an angel.

— made for loving you —

things you do that make them fall deeper in love with you!

pairings: kazuha x gn! reader, cyno x gn! reader, xiao x gn! reader, abyss prince! aether x gn! reader, albedo x gn! reader, tighnari x gn! reader, scaramouche x gn! reader.

genre: fluff, absolute fluff

warnings: not proof-read

“i’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but i want ‘em all”

— taylor swift, lover

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA — THE WANDERING SAMURAI

when you ask him about his poetry and his adventures. kazuha’s heart warms at the sight of your bright and hopeful eyes and at the way you give him your undivided attention. be it sitting under the shade of scarlet leaved trees or in the privacy of your home, the way you always play with his fingers as his gentle voice weaves flowers or narrates thrilling journeys never fails to make his heart skip some beats.

CYNO — GENERAL MAHAMATRA

when you defeat enemies and when you laugh at his jokes or follow his explanation of it intently. cyno thinks it’s so attractive of you taking on those criminals and making them confess, with only a swing of your weapon. and, when he goes on about his jokes and they make you laugh, genuinely laugh, the general’s gaze becomes wide eyed, his lips turning up into a subtle smile, in the same way yours curve up when he explains the meaning of the jokes you don’t quite understand.

XIAO — THE YAKSHA, GENERAL ALATUS

when you literally do anything for him or show him affection. xiao is not used to being taken care of in such tender ways as you do. when you simply hold his hand while you walk around wanghsu inn, when you cook almond tofu for him (and insist he lets you feed him), when you put qingxin flowers in his hair while you two rest under the golden canopies of ginkgo trees… if you pay attention, you can see the adeptus’ golden eyes hold endless tenderness and his cheeks catch a the prettiest shade of red.

AETHER — HIS ABYSSAL MAJESTY

your kindness, the light you radiate. in a world buried and surrounded in darkness and years of loss and anguish, you are his north star. aether doesn’t think he can put into words the warm sensation spreading through his chest when he comes back to you after any missions he has to attend. there is a nostalgic tenderness in the way your fingers comb through his locks of tainted gold and your arms wrap around his troubled frame, memories of long gone sunny days and the scent of fresh flowers surrounding the prince of the abyss.

ALBEDO — THE CHIEF ALCHEMIST

when you care for him and for klee. something as simple for you as bringing albedo snacks and reminding him to take breaks when he’s working for hours in his lab means the world to him. the cool headed alchemist can be seen blushing and smiling softly to himself. also, when you play with klee or take her fishing (and prevent her from blasting the whole lake) albedo’s thoughts wander to dreams of a family with you one day…

TIGHNARI — THE FOREST WATCHER

when you help him relax after a long day of work. similar to albedo, tighnari spends long hours collecting ingredients and preparing medicine, as well as making sure the forest is safe. so, coming back home to you and cuddling in your arms, while you pet his tail and ears with care, always manages to put him at ease. like albedo, tighnari’s heart fills with warmth when he sees how much you care for collei and how much she adores and admires you.

SCARAMOUCHE — KUNIKUZUSHI, THE WANDERER

your loyalty, when you stick to him, no matter the adversities. scaramouche has lost so many people he cherished, so it won’t be easy for him to let himself feel again. but when despite his cold and biting tone, you persevere, you keep being kind to him, because you see through his facade, the cage around his heart starts to melt. slowly, one bar at a time, but surely, not even himself can’t deny his appreciation for you. caressing the heart of the balladeer is no easy feat, so hold it dear and treasure it, treasure him, because kunikuzushi loves you, and even if the veil of his emotions is not transparent, you grasp the message.

hori says: since these were very short headcanons i felt i could include tighnari as well without writing him too ooc!

" That was lovely, was it not? "

Kazuha, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kuki x gn!reader

✧kissing headcanons

✧fluff, part 3, reader gets called 'beautiful' & 'my love' (kazuha)

-Kazuha is so lovely and gentle. Every kiss is filled with so much adoration for you that you can always feel it when he presses a soft kiss to your lips. Almost always has to hold your face when he does kiss it.

-He always had loved to kiss your hands. Always intertwining yours with his as he raises your hand up to his face to kiss the back of it softly as he watches you contently.

-" You're so beautiful in the evening sun, my love. "

-Gorou is so sweet about it! He wants to kiss you and give you everything you deserve. He loves to kiss your nose. He finds it adorable and when you started returning his nose kisses with one on his nose, he just has a smile on his face.

-He also loves it when you just have your lips touch his fluffy ears and just whisper something softly to him. It gets him all happy and honestly just turns him to jello sometimes.

-" (name)! Could I kiss you before we part ways? I promise I'll give you another soon! "

-Heizou is such a tease. He'll go in for a kiss and just miss your lips. He then proceeds to laugh it off and not give you the kiss you were hoping for. Your expression after it makes him smile.

-He loves it when you give him kisses too. Whether it be on his face or anywhere else, he cherishes them always. He's glad you're comfortable with him and that you love him.

-" Got you, (name)~ You thought I was gonna kiss your lips, hm? "

-Itto is big on touching and cuddling and anything like that with you. He's always got to have a hug or a kiss whenever he sees you and he makes sure you know when you forget to give him one.

-He always kisses you anywhere on your face or even all over your face in one sitting. Overall, very loving and would pick kissing you over mostly anything on any given day.

-" C'mon, (name)! If I win this beetle battle, you have to give me a kiss! "

-Kuki gets just a little embarrassed about kissing. Sure, she does deal with Itto a lot in public but you giving her affection? That's something she can't handle in public. Normally, you'll have to kiss her on the forehead since she doesn't want to take off her mask for that.

-Sometimes, she'll take off her mask just to give you a kiss on the cheek or vise versa. If you surprise her with a kiss on her lips, she'll widen her eyes but, she does like it a lot!

-" (name), come here. I'll give you a quick kiss, okay? "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣

in which: there always seems to be a mistletoe above your head whenever todoroki's around...

warnings: 4k+ words, fluff, swearing, kissing, jokes of k*lling someone bc bakugou is there, bad writing :/

a/n: welcome to the first day of my xmas event! ofc bc todoroki is my ULTIMATE bias ☝️ i just needed to start off with him. enjoy!

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

“You idiot! I’ll kill you!” 

You stand idly by on the porch of Class A’s dorms, pitifully watching Kaminari getting chased by Bakugou, who has clear murderous intent for the electric boy as sparks erupt threateningly from his palms. The squeals and screams from both blonds have attracted a crowd of students, noting the way that Jirou and Sero both cackle with delight, their laughter from inside the dorm audible where they watch from the window, and Mina looks proud of herself standing beside you.

As the snow fell and temperatures began to drop, it indicated the beginning of the Christmas season. Meaning, Mina thought it would be a good idea to put up mistletoes where people least expect it around the dorms, and poor Kaminari was stuck with kissing Bakugou as his first victim. You watched in amusement and horror as the yellow-haired swiftly pecked Bakugou’s cheek before running away, and now, he was stuck in a never-ending chase until his head is blown off. 

“Is this a good idea?” You ask the acid user, concern lacing your expression.

“Oh absolutely! It’ll bring some excitement to our holiday season!” She responds. “Kaminari just got the short straw having to kiss Bakugou first! He won’t be the only one though, I guarantee it.”

You huff. “This is cruel.”

“I don’t think you’ll feel that way when I set you up with a certain boy,” she winks, causing you to choke on nothing, sputtering at her antics as you try to rack some sort of reply in your mind.

You regretted telling Mina about your crush on a certain classmate, and before you could stop her, her expression shows that she’s already setting something up, calculating a plan in that mind of hers

“C’mon, don’t do that to him, Mina. He wouldn’t want to kiss me,” you mutter, crossing your arms in defeat, a frown gracing your lips at your own misfortune. Just as Mina opens her mouth to deny your claim, a voice pops up behind you that almost sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Who wouldn’t want to kiss you?” 

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Dinner’s ready, I came to get you guys but it looks like Bakugou and Kaminari are busy, huh?”

“Busy trying to make a crime scene? Yeah, you could say that,” you quip sarcastically, trying to recover from your embarrassment of Todoroki almost discovering that you’d like to kiss him. On queue, Bakugou yells out a ferocious ‘die!’, paired with an explosion and Kaminari screaming. “We were waiting for Bakugou to calm down but I don’t think he will any time soon.”

Todoroki chuckles at your statement. “You’re right. What are they fighting about?”

“I hung up some mistletoes around the dorms and Denki had to kiss Bakugou. You can imagine how that went,” Mina looks proud of herself, despite the chaos that she’s responsible for. Kaminari has probably fit in a weeks worth of cardio training at this point, Bakugou too.

“Like, on the lips?” 

“No, just on the cheek.”

“And he got that mad?”

“Well, he’s always that mad,” you retort. Both your classmates agree with you. You finally step in when the explosive blond grabs Denki by the collar, effectively giving him whiplash before raising his heated palms to his friend’s face. “Bakugou, let Kaminari go already!”

“Hah?” Bakugou exclaims, his raspy voice echoing throughout the open space of your dorm’s garden as he lowers Denki to sag on the floor. “You wanna die?”

“It’s dinner time, twat,” you retort. “Can you continue your plans of murdering Denki after dinner?”

He growls, dropping your classmate into the snow before stomping over to the dorm entrance but not without sending you the stink eye. 

As he pushes past, Kaminari stumbles into your arms, sagging in relief as you struggle to hold up all of his body weight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he cries repetitively. Were those tears in his eyes?

“You’re welcome… everything okay?” 

“I thought I was about to be sent 6 feet underground.” 

Todoroki grabs the electric hero by both his arms and helps him stand upright from where you were struggling to hold him. There’s a little more force required in the way that he picks up Kaminari, and you’re almost shocked by how smoothly he does so. “It’s dinner time, you should go get some food.” 

If you looked a little closer, you would be able to see the presence of jealousy lingering in his eyes.

“You’re the man, Todoroki!” Your classmate sobs before leaning on Mina’s shoulder, actually breaking into tears this time. He’s chanting things that you can’t decipher, the pair leaving you and Todoroki alone outside.

The wind picks up, sending a chill down your spine as you tug on the sleeves of your sweater. “Let’s go inside too, I’m freezing.”

A hand on your wrist stops your advances and you turn around to meet Todoroki’s eyes, immediately becoming entranced in the grey and blue of his irises. The heat from his hand is enough to wither the cold that seeped into your bones. “What does Mina mean that she put mistletoes around the dorms?”

“Oh, she’s just hung them around the place. I don’t necessarily know why but I guess it’s a part of the festive spirit?”

“How many of them?” 

“Well, it is Mina so my guess could be twenty to a thousand,” you murmur. “I don’t care to find out.”

Todoroki’s face is unchanging, but you feel like he’s scheming something. He always is in that brilliant mind of his, but you don’t enjoy the churning of your gut that tells you you’re going to be involved somehow. What business could he have with a mistletoe? Is he planning something on a classmate? Someone he’s interested in perhaps?

Thinking about it brings a frown to your face so you pull your hand out of Todoroki’s grasp and head back inside for a little relief from an unpleasant feeling that plagued your body; a sensation that didn’t exist solely because of the cold.

A few days later, Mina would strike, starting a series of fortunate, but also, very embarrassing events.

“Morning, Y/N!” Uraraka greets when you appear in the common area. Having just brushed your teeth and done your morning routine, you feel rejuvenated when greeting your friends. Asui pops her head over the couch at your entrance and waves.

“Good morning. How did you both sleep?” You ask, walking over to where she was sitting on the couches and jumping over the back to sit down. 

“Great! Tsuyu and I are planning some things for the Christmas dorm party. Care to join us?”

“I’d love to, what’re you doing?”

The amphibian-like hero turns her laptop around so its screen was displayed at you. You take note of the decoration site that she was currently scrolling through. More specifically, the seemingly endless flow of plastic Christmas trees that this website provided.

“I thought we already had one?”

“We don’t, not until the boys broke and it ended up in flames,” Asui reminds you and you laugh at the memory of the poor Christmas tree you had last year. Somehow, Kirishima managed to push Denki to crash into it and then all the lights malfunctioned, burning the branches a little, but since the tree was near a lit fireplace, one thing turned into another and marked the end of Class A’s Christmas Party for second year. It definitely wasn’t funny at the time when Aizawa had to reprimand the lot of them, but it definitely is something to chuckle at now.

Core memories with Class A.

“I guess they did, huh?” You sigh. “To be fair, they can break the one this year because it’s our last Christmas celebration at U.A.”

“Don’t remind us!” Ochako slaps your shoulder quite firmly and you slip out a little ‘ouch’ from the impact. “I’m gonna cry again!”

“Please don’t cry,” the green-haired commands.

“Hey, I have an idea that we can do for the Christmas tree!” You pipe up, raising your pointer finger to the ceiling, mimicking an ‘eureka’ position. “We should order some Christmas balls and get art supplies so everyone in the class can customise one and put it on the tree!”

Both of them light up at your suggestion, nodding in agreement.

After a few more discussions over the logistics and decorations of the party, your stomach grumbles in protest, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten breakfast since getting up. Asui about sends you off to the kitchen, banning you from contributing any more until you’ve had food.

As you’re halfway through cutting some fruit for a bowl of cereal when a familiar, deep voice breaks the silence of the kitchen.

“Good morning, L/N.”

You almost jump from shock, tightening your grip on the knife before turning around to see who the perpetrator was.

“Oh, hello Todoroki! Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, slept in a little longer than I would have liked. Midoriya and Iida were supposed to wake me up to go for a run but they didn’t follow through with their promise,” he complains.

“To be fair, you sleep like a log,” you comment, turning around to resume cutting the fruits. The half-and-half takes his place by your side, watching you. Suddenly the knife handle feels slippery.

“I do not.”

“You do! We literally had a competition at training camp to see who could wake you up and it took seven people!”

He grunts, rubbing his eye. “No one comes between me and my slumber.”

You chuckle, letting silence engulf the atmosphere momentarily as you walk over to the pantry. You pretend to not see him snag a slice of banana, popping it in his mouth before you can miss it too much.

“What’re you gonna make for breakfast?”

“I might just boil some eggs and have miso soup.”

“That sounds good. Nice and warm for the morning.”

“I’m happy to share.”

You shake your head, rejecting his offer. “No, it’s okay thank you. I am going to make some barley tea though, would you like some of that?”

He nods and for the next few minutes, you both operate in silence, nothing but the sound of kitchen appliances operating filling the air. You pour four cups of tea, two for you and Todoroki, and two for the two classmates you were just talking to.

You leave the kettle out for everyone though and by the time you were done plating the add-ons to your cereal, Todoroki had heated up his miso soup and finished boiling his eggs.

“Would you like to eat together?” He asks, gesturing to the dining table near the kitchen counter.

Your heart flutters, flattered that Todoroki didn’t mind spending time with you one-on-one. It’s uncommon for him to spend time with another alone; whenever you see him he was always in at least a group of three or by himself in content solitude. Settling in seats beside each other, you both discuss weightless conversations with no depth behind them, but you adore his presence regardless, satisfied with any chance to spend some time with him.

As the food in your plates lessens to zero, you begrudgingly rise to end your conversation and put the dishes in the sink. After breakfast was when you had your morning stretching session before going into quirk and strength training, then you had to finish off your assignments because even though homework was the last thing you want to do, Present Mic is quite terrifying when he puts you on the spot during English lessons.

But, before you could walk away, a hand pulls at your shirt, capturing your attention.

Glancing at your classmate in confusion, he answers any questions you had by pointing to the ceiling, where, to your horror, hangs a beautifully innocent mistletoe that you know was not there before. Judging by the ripped edge of the tape- Sero’s tape- that held the mistletoe to the ceiling, you could tell that this was a recent scheme.

Todoroki then stands up assertively, pushing his chair out as he faces you and you find it hard to meet his gaze.

“I- We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with it!” You exclaim, the words coming out as a jumble of nothing that he was somehow able to decipher.

He shakes his head in reassurance. “No, I’m okay with it. So, should I be expecting a kiss?”

You can’t think straight, you think you’re dreaming, is this a hallucination? Has your feelings finally gone off the rails that you’re imagining the way that Todoroki was ever-so-softly smiling down at you? He looks so joyful for the predicament that he’s stuck in. What if you ruin his plans? You thought he was scheming something with the mistletoes so someone in your class could kiss him, and said person was probably not you.

“We never speak of this again.”

Something within you whispers ‘fuck it’ before leaning in, cupping the left side of his jjaw to place a gentle and quick peck on his right cheek. If you were a little more aware, you would’ve seen the way he gleefully shut his eyes as a reflex to your close proximity.

When you part, you quickly swipe the dirty dishes before scrambling away, mind in scrambles.

His skin was so soft that you almost feel horrible for tarnishing it, but the memory was so euphoric that as you continued along with your day, it only got sweeter each time you replayed the moment. You just hope Todoroki forgets about what happened because you sure as hell can’t, the scribbles on your homework lay testament to that claim.

When you finally emerge from your room after slouching over your homework for five hours, it seems like whatever happened in the morning between you and Todoroki was out of mind, out of sight; the best option for your psyche.

Regardless, the memory keeps you up at night, often making you cringe as you bury your head into the pillow as if you were sealing the moment away into a coffin, locking it up and throwing it in the ocean of your forgotten, ‘here lies…’ recollections. The worst part is that your classmate doesn’t realise the inner turmoil he throws you in, acting as if nothing happened between the two of you whenever he smiles at you, or comes a little too close into your personal space, whispering jokes lowly into your ear. It’s outrageous how you have to sit there and pretend like everything is okay. 

Eventually comes the time when all of the blank, white Christmas balls you ordered arrive at the door of Class A’s dorm, and no one in the class can contain their enthusiasm when ripping apart the package. Aizawa stands to the side, untroubled so long as the mess is cleaned up. 

The art and craft materials are spread out along the clothed dining table, some glitter has already been spilled, there’s paint everywhere, and Jirou’s playlist pleasantly occupies the space alongside the excited chatter of your classmates. As you converse with Kirishima and Midoriya, often letting them get a glimpse of your artwork whilst enjoying the cookies that Sero baked for this occasion, you realise that everyone’s Christmas ball reflects a little of who they are.

Kirishima’s is red and beautifully glittery despite all the ferocious, strong idioms he’s written on the surface. Midoriya’s resembles the colour of All Might’s hero costume. If you look down the table, Mina’s has pink snowflakes, Aoyama has stars upon stars, and Hagakure’s has little drawings of her friends- their designs were just to name a few. 

Those who finish immediately go to put up their decorations on the Christmas tree. With Bakugou going first and despite the speed that he finished his ball with, you cannot deny that it is intricate and well-crafted. Then, others start to follow him, and somehow, it’s just you and Todoroki left behind to finish up.

“Yours is nice,” he compliments, suddenly materialising in the seat beside you.

“Thank you!” You exclaim. “I’m really trying.”

“I can see.”

Glancing over to his work, you notice that it’s also split in a half-and-half, with white glitter on one side and red on the other. “Yours is really pretty,” you comment, reaching over the table to grab a gold star to put on your ball.

“Thank you. How much longer til you’ll be done?”

“I’m done now! Were you waiting for me?”

“Yeah, I would like to put our decorations on the tree together, is that okay?”

He’s so cute you want to squish his cheeks. As always, you find yourself easily complying with his demands as he leads the way toward the Christmas tree that was already occupied with various Christmas balls and tinsel, topped with a gold star. You take the time to find a good place the last two decorations and despite how full it is, you find places right next each other. 

“We look good beside each other,” Todoroki mindlessly comments and you splutter at his choice of words. Did he have to be that shameless? The clueless boy he act going on only made you more flustered at your own embarrassment.

“Y-Yeah, we do,” you mutter, rubbing your neck. 

Glancing up at the gold star, the corner of your eye catches onto a suspicious red and green thing. A part of your stomach churns in knowing before you can fully process what it is and when you do, a part of you wants to curse Mina for setting this up. She purposefully put it in a place that wasn’t visible from the doorway and would be slightly hidden so unsuspecting victims would fall into her trap.

What do you do? Do you point it out for your own selfish reason or do you avoid telling Todoroki? That’s not very festive of you but you couldn’t find it in you to care about tradition when-

A pair of soft lips meet your forehead, effectively shutting down your brain. 

When Todoroki pulls away, cheeks slightly tinted pink, you are literally frozen to your spot. Pressing the off and on switch multiple times would not work, this time you needed rewiring and a new pair of batteries.

“I- uh, yeah- cool, thanks, uh, for that,” you fumble, letting the lingering touches of your classmate sink into your skin. You were fine, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about. “Wow, you are beautiful- okay excuse me now, I will be going to my room and I will be staying there for the next three business days.”

Without giving him a chance to respond to your strange reaction, you turn on your feet and mechanically walk away. If you had paid a little more attention to your movements, you would have realised that you were walking same arm and leg, but it didn’t matter much because Todoroki just kissed your forehead and in the same moment, embedded himself into your system.

Then you made a fool out of yourself because you don’t know how to act around Todoroki. 

The paint on your fingers linger mockingly, especially the red and white coating your skin because days later,you’re reminded of how quickly life can change, and similar to that a cruel joke; how quick your life changes because of some stupid plant that people attached a stupid tradition to. 

It’s 6 pm or so and the Class A Christmas party is occurring in less than two hours. With all the decorations hung up and almost all the food ready, you found yourself sitting around the dining table with a bunch of classmates, playing several rounds of card games to kill time. There’s a teapot of steaming tea that Yaomomo made to the side, one that you reach over to occasionally to fill your cup again.

Everyone is laughing at Denki’s misfortune of drawing 16 the third time this round, adding to the unreasonable amount of cards in his hand, laughing even harder when he struggles to hold it all. Although some part of you should feel sympathy for him, there’s just something hilarious about the sight of poor Kaminari always drawing the short stick. You’ll apologise to him after the game.

Although, you don’t think that apology is going to happen, not when Todoroki calls out your name from where he was in the kitchen. Without even asking what he needed, you immediately jolt out of your chair and walk over, leaving your cards behind despite your close Uno win. 

Uno was temporary, whatever Todoroki wanted was forever.

“You called?” You asked upon entering and the first thing that hit you was a delicious aroma that floated around the room. Then, the telltale sound of sizzling follows.

Glancing to the stovetop, there was a pan full of oil and the half-and-half hero stood in front of it, adorning an apron whilst holding an oil strainer. He brightens upon your entrance, fishing out three pieces of what looked like chicken karaage and your mouth waters at the sight alone.

“I did, I would like your opinion,” he informs, reaching over to his plate full of fried chicken whilst you close the distance between you, eyeing his dish curiously. He eagerly gestures it towards you.

Looking at him for his confirmation, you take a piece, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite with little hesitation, letting the pleasant mixture of salt and spices mix whilst the enjoying the crunch of the chicken. Wow, this was good.

“This is amazing!” You exclaim, mouth half-full with chicken and fried batter. 

He seems relieved at your approval, and judging by the mess he made on the countertops, you’d say that Todoroki put quite a lot of effort in this dish for it to be bad. “This is my sister’s recipe; I tried my best to replicate it, but I wanted to make something for everyone tonight.”

“I had no idea you could cook! I’m genuinely stunned, I’m sure everyone will love it as well.”

“Thank you,” he offers you a gentle, but heartwarming smile that causes your stomach to flutter and your heart to sigh in content. Your tastebuds are in love too. “You should come over sometime to try the real thing. I’d love for you to meet my sister and brother.”

Your first instinct is to accept, as one does when going over to one’s house, but when you process the weight of his words, your mind erupts into a mash of concerns and delighted squeals. All that comes out of you is a muffled ‘I’d love to’- one of the better responses your mind could make up.

You note the way that his gaze flicker to your lips before quickly venturing back up to make eye contact once more. Suddenly, it’s getting harder to breathe, the atmosphere is heavy with intimate tension, and your heart is racing in anticipation because you’re certain he’s about to say something before-

“Hey guys! Something smells good in here, what’s-” Midoriya’s voice slices the air in half with an entrance that you don’t know whether to be grateful for or if you should strangle him. He then cuts himself off when he realises that he probably interrupted something, looking especially suspicious when his eyes gravitate towards the ceiling. “My bad! Sorry guys! I’ll take my leave now!” He squeaks before disappearing just as quickly as he came in.

“That’s weird, I wonder what he was talking about,” you begin, turning your head to look back at Todoroki before you find the air being sucked out of your lungs, being replaced by a pair of soft lips over your slightly dry ones.

Oh- wait, Todoroki was currently kissing you. This was nice. You feel like you’re floating despite how short-lived it is, because just as you melt into his warmth, he pulls away, hovering away slightly from your face, creating enough distance so he can scan your expression for any discomfort.

But your body moves on its own, causing you to jerk back from the half-and-half, brain racking to find something to say. ‘Thanks for the kiss. It was great but I’m not too sure if that was real or not’ or ‘I’m sorry you had to go through that’ are not appropriate options to say to someone after single-handedly creating the best moment of your life, so you choose an even better option; run.

You scramble out of the kitchen quickly enough, ignoring the surprise of your classmates that you run past at the dining table and trying even harder to ignore the footsteps that follow you from the kitchen to dorm’s entrance. Going outside into the expanse of endless snow and cold was your first option because you needed some remedy for what you were suffering through. Fresh, crisp air would aid the light-headedness you felt, and the frost could freeze the fire that was your face.  

Although you were quick to escape, Todoroki is quicker in his chase, grabbing the door before you could close it, slipping outside into the cold with you before shutting the door close with a little more force than necessary.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” He asks, a hint of hurt in his otherwise steady tone. The only light source is from within the dorm, illuminating him in a deliciously warm glow that replicated that of an angel, making him appear even more out-of-reach than he already was. 

Freaking out, you blurb out a: “Would you like the truth or would you like me to lie?”

In truth, your question was to stall the inevitable conversation you were going to have because you can’t find a way to lie from this. It was either the cold hard truth or… you run from Todoroki again but if there’s one thing to know about the half-and-half is that he’s persistent. Even if you flee from the face of the Earth, he’d venture into the solar system to find his answers.

Todoroki’s dual-coloured eyebrows furrow in confusion, looking at you inquisitively. He must think you’re the biggest fool on Earth- which, you are. “I would like the truth,” he answers slowly but surely.

You unknowingly inhale before confessing. “Please don’t hate me for this, but it’s cause I kinda like you a little too much?” You don’t look at him before continuing because if there’s one thing you aren’t brave against, it’s pretty boys with extraordinary pouts and puppy dog eyes. “This is literally so humiliating, but uh, you kinda like… intimidate me, and I don’t think you actually want to kiss me so I save myself the embarrassment and-” 

“-You like me?” 

“Well, obviously. You’re kinda perfect and it’s so unfair, I’ve never seen you with eyebags, or a single pimple, do you even have bad hair days? Plus you’re so talented and-”

“Perfect, you say?”

“Even the way you speak is per-” you cut yourself off before shifting your gaze upwards to look Todoroki in the eye. There’s mirth in his eyes, enhanced by the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You want to throttle him because of course, out of all the things you just confessed, he’d hang on to your admission of his perfection. “Don’t look at me like that, I actually hate you.”

“No you don’t, you like me a little too much,” he parrots.

You were actually going to lock him outside in the snow where little shits belong. Here you stand, pouring your heart out to him and he capitalises on your moment of weakness! Unbelievable.

Just as you turn around, Todoroki tugs on your sleeve, pulling you back. “Wait, don’t go,” he pleads. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist myself from having a little fun messing with you. I don’t mean to be cruel.”

“Well, you are, and I really don’t appreciate it,” you counter jokingly, huffing, watching the way your breath condenses before fading again. Now that the heat from your face had dissipated, the chill was getting to you and you’d really like to get back inside and hide from Todoroki for the rest of your life.

“I apologise sincerely,” his hand fishes through his pocket to look for something, pulling out something that you recognise all too well. “Will this make up for it?”

The half-and-half smiles at you shyly, unravelling the mistletoe he stuffed to become its true, expansive form. A part of you dies inside, the other cheers in victory as he raises it above your heads, the internal whoops and exclamations audible in your ear, but when you realise that there are a little too many voices, it causes you to turn around- only to see your friends gathered around a window, all looking at the two of you in excitement. 

You laugh and Todoroki groans, and in the blink of an eye, a wall of ice materialises in front of your eyes, blocking you from the prying snoops that are your friends.

“It will absolutely make up for it,” you murmur, grabbing both of his cheeks to pull him in.

confessions (part two)

ft. kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, ayato, itto, & dainsleif.

with gender-neutral reader.

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

part one

it’s very obvious that there is something going on with KAZUHA. he seems more relaxed than he usually is, always seeming like he was in a daze. if anyone were to come up to him and strike a conversation, it was almost as though you were snapping him out of a daydream. there was always this tiny smile on his face, cheeks visibly pink. in his free time, kazuha’s writing heartfelt poems about you, every word he can’t say out loud written on paper. he later decides—this is the perfect way to confess to you. compiling all the poems he’s made into one pile and carefully tying string around the small pile of papers to keep it together, kazuha hopes that you could sense each feeling between the lines.

SCARAMOUCHE has never despised anyone so much in his life. he hated how you made him feel this way, like there were butterflies in his stomach or this awkward warmth in his chest that bloomed every time you were around. he hated how you made him feel vulnerable, like his walls were finally coming down and there was finally someone in his life he can open up to. he hated how you were just so perfect, with your stupidly perfect hair and stupidly perfect eyes. and don’t even get him started with your smile. scaramouche would rather die than admit his attraction towards you, but all of this longing he’d felt wasn’t about to go to waste. it was now or never, he tells himself. as he’s coming up to you, you can only ask yourself what seemed so urgent with the way he was walking in his stride, hands balled into fists, lips pursed in a thin line, and face red. quickly, he ushered you to the side, stammering through his confession: “y/n…i…i really, really like you. in a way that’s more than what we have right now. i really need you to tell me if you feel the same way.”

THOMA cannot wrap his head around the concept of feelings. what do you even do in this situation, he’d ask himself. it’s clear that he has something for you, because any time someone would mention your name, his face will immediately turn bright red and he’d start stuttering as he spoke. “what? y-y/n? what do you mean, haha…ha…” he confides in the kamisato siblings with these things, and they both tell him the same thing: why not write a letter of confession? so, he does, spending nearly the entire night trying to write The Perfect Letter. the next day, with his letter sealed in an envelope, thoma meets you under a large sakura tree, handing you the letter and praying to the archons that this’ll come out in his favor.

ITTO cannot keep feelings subtle even if his life depended on it. he’s very open with how he feels about you, and it’s pretty much heard around inazuma at this point. with how it’s basically become a known thing now, it eventually reached back to you, but you enjoyed seeing how oblivious itto can be. you would give him hints to show your interest, like making flirtatious comments or holding eye contact to the point where itto would start getting flustered and his gaze would falter. still, he had no clue and you were just waiting patiently for him, wanting to hear his feelings come out from his own mouth and not just from someone in inazuma who happened to hear. honestly, you couldn’t help but melt and laugh when he finally does, getting the entire arataki gang to individually hold up signs that formed a short sentence: | PLEASE | DATE | ME? | → | with itto standing by the arrow, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a special onikabuto he thought you’d especially like.

AYATO gets teased endlessly by his sister as he brought up how you made him feel a particular way that he didn’t quite understand. she still gives him sisterly advice, to just go for it and court you like how he’d been taught growing up. but, the first step to that was taking you out—and ayato didn’t know how to do that. no one has ever made him feel like this before, and he was afraid of messing up everything somehow. one way or another, he has to do it. he settles on doing it at night, with the moonlight casting over inazuma and when the ambience feels calmer, when it’s more quiet and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world. gingerly, ayato takes your hands into his, holding them as he looked down into your eyes, saying, “y/n…you make me feel things i’ve never felt before, and you’re so…special to me. if i may, i would really love to take you on a date.”

DAINSLEIF doesn’t waste his time dwelling and doubting his feelings: he’s certain with what he feels about you and he has to tell you, because life is so short and you can only do so many things before it’s over. and with years of wandering and feeling so alone, dain’s finally found someone that’s made him feel at home, like he can forget about every terrible thing that’s happened in his past. although he’s sure, he’s nervous when he’s actually standing in front of you, staring into your eyes where it’s unclear if you’re about to accept or deny his feelings. dain clears his head swallows back the anxiety. “y/n, you’re…amazing in every single way possible, and you’ve made me feel so alive and not completely lost in the world. i would love for you to be by my side, and i want to be able to call you mine.”

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