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”Delicious.” A coy smile played across your lips as you trailed a finger down the length of his neck. “Naughty, are we?” Enticing eyes of crimson and gold smoldered beneath a lusty gaze. His fingertips rested at the back of your dress, toying with the zipper. “Aw, don’t be like that,” he said as he brought his lips to your jawline. “My partner in crime will fuss at me if I’m even a little bit late.” With a little hum, you trailed soft kisses down his chest. His skin was warm and satiny against your lips, so addicting to kiss. Your zipper came down to the small of your back, allo

{Hinata Shoyou x Reader} {A/N: I Regret Nothing}    It wasn't a secret that you and Hinata had a 'thing.'    The whole school knew that something was happening between you two. Even if you two didn't quite know it yourselves. You knew that your relationship with Hinata was too close to just be considered a friendship, yet too distant to be considered dating. After a while you just decided to call it 'complicated,' and end it with that. People didn't need to know your relationship with the orange haired boy anyways.    One day however, after a particular nasty comment from one of your classmates, you decided to go ask the short wing-spik

TW: Slight language. Perhaps it was the coffee, or maybe there was something in the sweets that Worick had brought home from his other appointment, you suspect. For in the midst of the quiet confines of your makeshift room, save the restless rustling of your sheets - - you cannot sleep. You were tired, truly. Yet you can no longer take count of the times you have yawned, some even forced, as you await for the wave of lethargic somnolence you’ve been yearning since your head had hit the pillows. And that was five hours ago. A defeated sigh escapes you as you turn to your other side yet again, feeling a cold weary rivulet tracing it

maybe i’ll find home away from h o m e. you shouldn’t be here. you should have left long ago, should have found another place to stay-- somewhere better, somewhere safe. yet you remain. you remain despite the tense ambience that fills the suffocating air; you remain despite the dreary sky that drapes over the city. years have passed and ergastulum still feels foreign. the back alleys are more familiar than the place you consider home-- there’s a silence there that brings unease and an emptiness that feels as if it’ll consume you at any moment. there was never any comfort there; there was never any warmth. just a fals

This was probably long overdue. But this was more than nothing at all. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and pushed open the door to reveal a hunky figure sitting on the chair by the bed, the ever-present book of sign language in hand whenever he was home. Already the sight of him was enough to let nervous sweat break through the pores on her skin, and seeing his eyes on her as he averted them from the book doubled the emotions that was running rampant through her. She fidgeted on her spot, not knowing what to say or do when he broke the silence with moderate movements of his hands, signing to her: ‘What’s wrong?&#

 TW: mentions of violence He wasn't always like this. It's not something that he would say, spoken words being too rare from his lips. Yet, whatever his gestures cannot convey, you feel it in his grip. He had always been protective Too protective, as sometimes Worick would point it out. But you couldn't blame  h i m. Because the last time you wandered off from his sight - - got you a broken rib and had him almost killed. And from then on, he had always been by your side (or make sure you had one, in his absence) each time you step out of the door. You didn't mind  i t. He became your  s h i e l d. And you became accustomed to it.

v. Rain symbolises loneliness and weight of all the decisions made wrong. He reads out his answer to the teacher's question. The question - what do you think rain symbolises? - is written down on the blackboard in a handwriting that he finds hard to read, yet it's probably better than his. As the teacher nods, acknowledging his answer, he sits back down. He ignores the thumbs up that Oikawa gives him. Instead, he turns his gaze out the window. It's raining. Another chair in the classroom is pulled back, but he barely pays any attention. People say there isn't any fixed answer when it comes to Literature, yet everyone gives similar ones.

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi. i. appreciation "Hey, excuse me?" your voice caused Midoriya to turn, and upon making eye contact you asked, "Your pastries and cakes.. they're all made fresh here right?" Midoriya nods eagerly, and he smiled, "Our pâtissier makes it every morning." Is that so? The smile on your face makes Midoriya curious, and you responded, "I see. Please let them know thei

* “Hey babe, want to see a magic trick?” “You keep talking to me like you’re trying to pick me up from a bar.” “Can’t help it, [Name],” Terushima drawled, “Whenever I’m with you it’s always like the first meeting all over again.” “Sir, would you like some cheese with that? I recommend the parmesan. Or perhaps the mozzarella?” “Yeah, yeah, it’s cheesy, whatever,” he laughs. “So, how about it, love? Care to give it a try?” “Yuuji, we’ve been together for years now. I’m sure I’ve seen all your magic tric