Is It Possible For You To Write A Oneshot Or Headcannons, Whichever You Feel More Comfortable Doing,

Is it possible for you to write a oneshot or headcannons, whichever you feel more comfortable doing, for domestic shinso? Like how the relationship is during their time in UA and after? I hope this makes sense!💗💗💗

Hi! Thank you for requesting! I wrote this as headcanons with a mini scenario at the end of it, I hope that’s alright! I’m a Shinso simp so this went a little out of proportion 💀

Genre: Fluff, Domestic

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 2k

Before UA Dorms:

-       While you were in UA, Shinso tried his hardest to spent time with you

-       Both of you were so busy, especially with you in the hero course and Shinso training privately with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course too (preferably your class)

-       Before the dorms were instigated, he’d sleep at your place, crashing after training with your teacher

-       You would have most likely returned from training too, both of you crashing on your living room couch after a refreshing shower

-       Shinso is a gift-giver, he’d show up to your how every time with something small to show his appreciation for you

-       The most occurring gift is little air fresheners shaped like a cat you hang above your desk – each one has a different scent from the last

-       The time would be spent watching movies, making fruit smoothies, and looking at cat videos

-       Occasionally (a whole lot, actually) he’d “lose track of time” and have to stay all night, not that your parents minded at all – they loved him

-       There was something about his maturity, wit, sleepiness, and determination that made him so charming

-       The nights he would stay he’d let your head rest of his chest or on his shoulder, depending on how big your bed is

-       You knew he didn’t sleep much, feeling guilty that you were sprawled all over him

-       He always insisted he loved your warmth, it not only soothing him to get a few winks or that it reassured him that you were there

-       Bike rides were a must almost every morning he was at your place

-       He’d lead you through his favourite parks to cycle around then stop for an iced coffee before heading back home

-       The two of you soon noticed just how much time he spent at yours, and so little you went to his house, so you began to shake it up a bit

In the Dorms:

-       The two of you certainly used the dorms as an excuse to spend even more time together

-       It was so easy to crash in each other’s room, either after training or if you were bored on a weekend

-       His dorm was the regular, maybe it was the gradually growing collection of stray kittens hiding under his bed that made you so eager to join him

-       You certainly didn’t mind the walk from Hero’s Alliance to his building

-       Routine changed once again when he transferred into the hero course and moved into your dorm

-       Instead of hiding away in one of your dorms, you felt more comfortable lingering into the common room

-       The common room was your domain at night, either you were binging a series together, baking a midnight snack, letting his kittens roam free for a while, or a combination of them all

-       Aizawa constantly got the two of you in trouble for being too noisy or finding you both crashed on the couch in a pile of pillows with a kitten or two sleeping on top

-       Shinso always managed to create an excuse, or take the punishment for the two of you

-       You were completely aware of Shinso’s relationship with your teacher and were kind of thankful for it

-       As Shinso slowly began to make friends from your class, they began to hang out with you

-       He couldn’t handle all the noise e for that amount of time in the common room

-       That’s the time when you began to hide out in your dorm again, sprawled on the floor, bed or couch to relax and sleep

-       You’d study or read while Shinso would fall asleep on your lap – he loves how soft you are, no matter your body type

As Pros:

-       The day be popped the question that you should move into an apartment together was when you were both very settled in your hero careers

-       He had grown in so many ways, not only as a hero, but as a person and he definitely got more handsome

-       Your apartment was humble, and you two finally owned as cat

-       You gifted it to him for his birthday the year you moved in

-       Shinso continued to take after his teacher, becoming an underground hero

-       This meant that he was constantly out at night, receiving even less sleep than he used to

-       Although, you supported him, his wellbeing will continue to be the most important thing in your relationship

Sizzling of the pan over the stove crackled up as you flipped the pork  in the oil. Your spatula dug up the frying pieces, gathering the frying oil that splattered when you flipped the crumbed pork. The oil splashed up towards you, landing on the apron that wrapped around your waist. The rest of the meal had been prepared, awaiting the pork to sit on top.

           You patiently waiting for Hitoshi to arrive home in the early hours of the morning. Sure, you could have gone to sleep and had breakfast with him in the morning. However, something was keeping you awake, the urge to give Hitoshi a proper meal urged you to cook at 3am.

           Hours ago, you had your own meal after arriving home from patrol as Hitoshi headed towards the door. Your schedules crashed too often, only being able to spend a few fleeting moments when he’d accidentally wake you up when he arrived home. Spending those few hours of sleep before you then had to get up for your hero work definitely didn’t make up for lost time. Especially when Hitoshi is called in for a daytime mission as well.

           No matter how many times you would tell him to catch up on sleep during the day, you know for a fact he didn’t. The amount of times he had sped past on his bike, shoving a bouquet of flowers into your arms. He definitely received an angry text from you saying that he should be resting soon after. You would also know whenever he’d been training with Aizawa, because your old teacher constantly updated you on his progress. It was also painfully obvious when he was working out at home, weights, a yoga mat, and his towel would never be packed away properly when you got home.

           Now, you focused on lifting the pan off the stove, sitting it down next to the bowl of rice. You only made one serving, you not being hungry enough to eat a full meal. The eggs you had prepared were mixed into the rice, the sauce seeping into it. Scooping the crumbed pork up with the spatula, you placed them on top.

           A soft click sounded from the other side of your apartment door. Jingling keys caused a smile to arise on your lips, which took over your tired face as the door swung open.

           Dark violet hair was the first thing you saw, the crazy tufts drooping slightly with a mix of sweat and rain. His voice changing device hung around his neck and his bag rested on his shoulder. The black hero suit he adorned was slightly damp, unzipped at the front so a small section of his heaving chest was visible.

           “Hitoshi, sweetheart,” you called out, “I have dinner for you.”

           Hitoshi’s nose was the first to perk up, the small of his meal caused a growing smile on his face. His tired eyes met yours, sighing dramatically when he saw you.

           “Why are you awake, kitten?” His husky voice grumbled, “But, is that katsudon?”

           You ignored, his first question, not wanting to make this about you, “Yes, it is. Come eat.”

           He etched over to the counter, discarding parts of his hero attire as he approached. Dropping his bag at his feet, he gently placed his voice changer on top. His capture scarf was unwrapped and tossed over the couch, along with his utility belt. Hitoshi almost collapsed onto the stool by the kitchen bench, immediately digging into the food.

           Watching silently, you untied your apron and leaned against the bench. Your chin resting in your palms, your soft eyes gazed over Hitoshi’s features. You couldn’t wait to marry him.

           Happily, Hitoshi chewed his dinner, not breaking eyes contact with you ever. You reached a hand out to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over the growing purple eyebags underneath his half-lidded eyes. Unable to contain your worry, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pouted.

           “What’s wrong?” Hitoshi asked, “Why are you making that face, kitty?”

           You retracted your hand, only for Hitoshi’s hand to catch it softly.

           “You need to stop overworking yourself,” you whispered, “Baby, you’re running on three hours of sleep everyday and are constantly being active when you have free time. You need to take care of yourself and relax once in a while. I’ve been thinking of requesting to change my patrol time so we get time to ourselves. I suggest you do the same so you don’t come back so late.”

           Hitoshi groaned; you knew you would get a similar reaction. However, it wasn’t of annoyance or because he was disagreeing. It almost seemed relieved.

           After dropping his chopsticks, Hitoshi grabbed your other hand and brought them both to his face. Your hands held his cheeks gently, Hitoshi melting into them with a sigh. His eyes closed, dropping his hands so they rubbed your forearms up and down.

           The slight purple stubble on his jaw prickled at your hand as you glided your thumbs over his cheekbones. You let out an adoring laugh, the pout on your lips only showed you empathy towards Hitoshi.

           For a moment you thought he was asleep, but he spoke up, “I thought you’d never say that. For a moment I thought you didn’t care about me.”

           “Hey.”

           You tilted his head up so his eyes that fell open would look into your own. Even though you knew he was teasing you by that dumb smirk across his lips, you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to scold him.

           “It doesn’t look like you care about yourself so someone has to do it. And you know what the best selfcare is?”

           “What is it?”

           “Grabbing the cat and coming to sleep with me in bed.”

           “I don’t feel like sleeping right now.”

           “What do you mean? You look like a mess.”

           “I want sleepy cuddles. I can’t enjoy your cuddles when I’m asleep, now, can I?”

           You groaned, lifting your hands off his face and letting it drop. For a moment you thought you gave him whiplash so you mumbled a quick, “Oh, sorry.”

           Hitoshi recovered, rubbing the back of his neck, “We can grab the cat and watch Netflix for a couple hours.”

           “But it’s like 3am. The sun will be rising by the time two hours is up.”

           “Then, we both call in sick. You don’t patrol during the day and I won’t go out at night. How does that sound?”

           “As long as we get some sleep tomorrow night.”

           When Hitoshi agreed, you smiled in success. This signposted the place when you only worked every two days. Hitoshi would work one night, then you’d work the following day. It worked like a treat. He’d always be home when you returned from patrol and never had to leave immediately after. You’d always have a late lunch together and he’s come back earlier too. The mornings you worked you’d find him sleeping soundly next to you, giving him a quick kiss as a goodbye.

           The time you both didn’t work was time the both of you spent together. Whether you lounged at home, or went out somewhere. You left all the housework to the night he was working, not wanting to bore him with it. It got to the point when you didn’t care what he did when you worked, finding that he would be resting enough to not burn himself out again. Occasionally, you’d return to find he’d folded some clothes or cleaned the cat litter for you.  

           You definitely noticed how he perked up with his extra rest, learning more and more about him every day. This led to the two of you dating for another two years before he finally popped the real question. Whether or not you two had kids was entirely up to you, and that was another can of worms waiting to be 

BNHA boys when you cook together

Summary: How would Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari, Kirishima and Midoriya go when you have the house to yourself and want to use the kitchen?

A/N: This was also a little bit rushed, I’m trying to get a few things out while I write a larger fic... (Todoroki’s part made me so soft ngl) Please Enjoy!!

Bakugo:

Usually, he’d tell you to stay out of the kitchen

Maybe because he thought you would hurt yourself or if he was trying to treat you to a meal

Yells at you if you try to help, but you laugh it off

Have fun trying to tell him the whole point of your date was to cook together

After some major convincing, he lets you into his mother’s kitchen

Both of his parents were out, leaving the two of you alone

Mitsuki had purposefully made sure she was out of the house so you two could cook without her interfering

Bakugo struggles with letting you do things, not because he didn't trust you...

Yes, it was because he didn’t trust you

He takes cooking very seriously, so he certainly took charge

“Hey, do you need any help slicing the vegetables?”

“NO GO SIT DOWN”

“Katsuki, the whole point was for us to cook together!”

You sneak in and began preparing the meat behind him

He knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn’t stop you because he felt slightly guilty for ruining what was supposed to be a date

Still yells at you if it smells a bit burnt, though

Criticises every move you make, but only because he feels like he needs to yell at something

You laugh at him, though, nudging him as he scoops the vegetables into a bowl

Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you focused on transferring the meat from the pan to two plates

What you didn’t notice was how Bakugo had stopped in his tracks

His eyes were unwavering, trained on your face

The focused glisten in your eyes as you arranged the meat had him mesmerised

He thought he could get away with staring

But you turned to see him directly at you

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finishing the vegetables?”

“Tsk, I was thinking about finishing off the other food in the kitchen”

“Katsuki!”

“I MEANT THE MEAT, IDIOT”

Todoroki:

This boy is lost in the kitchen without you

Before you started dating, the only thing he knew how to make was cold soba

The first time you were alone in your home together and you asked Todoroki if you could make something, he was clueless

He insisted that you decide and that he would do it for you

After pulling out the equipment and ingredients for a simple rice bowl, you left him alone

You had full trust in him

He was smart enough, right?

However, he stood at the bench and stared at the recipe for nearly ten minutes

His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he studied that which was in front of him

He didn’t want to have to disrupt you by asking for help

You began to get worried, not hearing any movement from the kitchen

You got up, and hurried from your room to where Todoroki stood

“Shouto?”

He jumped, putting down the bag of rice he had been glaring at

The expression on his face made you laugh

“Can’t figure out how to cook the rice, hey? What do you need help with?”

“Everything”

“Everything?”

You couldn't help but laugh at him, especially at how his left side turned slightly pink

“It’s okay, Sho. I couldn’t figure out the rice cooker my first time either”

Reassuring him that you weren’t making fun of him, you took him through the steps of making the rice bowl

He started to get the hang of it, insisting that he could cut the vegetables and prepare the little bit of beef

Of course, you stayed close by, monitoring each of his movements

Slowly, he became quick confident in his skills, proud of his meal that he presented to you

The beef was a little burnt and the chives were shredded, but it was his tiny smile of achievement that made you love the meal even more

Cooking together became a fun little date thing for the two of you

You helped familiarise him with many forms of baking and he appreciated it heaps

It paid off, because he was always so proud of his cooking that he’d save you a bit for lunch the next day

Kaminari:

Get him out of the kitchen right now

Kaminari thinks he’s good, and he knows his way around the space, I feel

But something always goes wrong

Mostly over the stove, in the oven, or the microwave, of course

Unfortunately, you couldn’t really cook either

When it came to cooking, the two of you shared one braincell that bounced between you

But that braincell would think that you didn’t need to put water in the pot with the noodles when you cook it

You were screwed

It was Kaminari’s idea to cook a simple chocolate cake packet mix, because you had the responsibility to realise you shouldn’t suggest it

When you saw that it was a packet mix, you agreed

This idiot would try to be funny and mix the dry mix together, only to inhale it and start a massive coughing fit

The eggs would definitely leave a bit of shell in the batter

You’d get ahead of yourself, forgetting to melt the butter before adding it to the mix

The two of you would try to mix the butter into the batter together

Hands over each other’s on the spoon, you slowly began to cream the butter

It took a massive amount of effort and strength, but there were still frozen butter chunks left over

“Hey, maybe I could melt it with a few sparks!”

“Denki, no”

He thinks he’s being smart and innovative but he’s just special

The milk was the only thing that went successfully, measuring the right amount and only having a tiny spillage

You poured the batter into the cake tin and set the timer and heat to what was advised on the package

To distract him from setting the oven no fire, you led him to the couch

The two of you many or many not have snuck in a cheeky makeout session

When the oven’s timer went off, you both bolted to the kitchen

Fixing yourselves up first, of course

Kaminari almost forgot to put on oven mitts and went to grab the burning hot tin with his bare hands

The cake was a little burnt and you could see some chunks of butter that still hadn’t melted, somehow

But, when Kami went to get the cake out of the tin, he stopped

“Babe, did you lube the tin up?”

“No...”

“Damn it”

Yeah, you couldn’t get the cake out of the tin

Kirishima:

Sunshine boy’s actually quite good in the kitchen

Mainly because he’s able to improvise when something goes wrong with a happy attitude

He always gets his meat perfectly cooked, you don’t know how

You’re half decent at cooking too, having done some at school

The only thing that you struggled with was meat, which was perfect when you started dating Kiri

You both cook quite regularly together, especially on study dates to take a break

Kirishima would say it was unmanly to make you cook alone, even if you wanted to

Yes, Kiri, it is manly to help a lady in the kitchen, you’d think

Honestly, you’re whole relationship is you being super proud of him

But anyways

He’s more likely to forget the smaller things

Like, you could be halfway through preparing something for the oven when you call to him without taking your eyes off the food

“Hey, is the oven preheating, handsome?”

“Uh, I’ll do that right now”

Or, you could be preparing a fruit salad, and he dumped a bunch of cut strawberries into the bowl

“Did you wash those, Eijiro?”

“Argh, damn it, I’ll do it now. Sorry, pebble”

“Don’t worry about it”

You’d laugh at how he got flustered about forgetting when it wasn’t a big deal

He’s just trying to impress you, please let him

Doesn’t let you use one of the big knives

If you have to use it, or you insist you’ll be fine, he’ll be hovering over your shoulder just to make sure you don’t get hurt

Anything in the kitchen that poses any threat to your safety he’s doing

You manage to convince him otherwise, but if you do get hurt...

That’s another topic for another day

Whatever the two of you were making would be made to perfection, maybe not Bakugo’s standard but just the way you like it

Remember, in the kitchen with Kiri, you always come first

Midoriya:

Surprisingly, you were the one who couldn’t cook in the relationship

No way Midoriya was able to cook by himself either, so he couldn’t take the reigns

Both of you love doing soft things for dates, so cooking together was something that came up in conversation a lot

He was well aware that you only knew how to boil water to make instant noodles, but he didn’t mind

Sure, he wasn’t much better than that either

So, you decided to set aside a day when his mum could teach you

He’d much rather Inko teaching him to cook than some random he paid

To him, his mum’s cooking is the best in the world

Of course you let out an ‘aw’ when he said that

When the day arrived, Inko had chosen a meal for the both of you to make with her guidance

Katsudon - Midoriya’s favourite

He was so excited that you couldn’t help but giggle

Inko knew this was supposed to be a date for the two of you, so she gave you the instructions and a few pointers

At the beginning, she watched on for a distance

Midoriya would mumble to himself about measuring the ingredients in cups instead of grams

While he’s still trying to calculate it, you had already poured it into the bowl dedicated for the sauce

He apologises for getting distracted, which you wave off

You always found his mumbling moments cute

Once she saw that you two were capable, Inko told you to call out to her when you needed help and left you two alone

Now it was finally a more of a date setting, not that you minded Inko’s presence at all

Midoriya immediately got more mumbly and blushy when you were alone

Mostly because he was kind of freaking out that something would go wrong

“Izuku, baby, the rice is done”

“Oh, of- of course... I’ll get it”

Everything was going relatively smoothly anyway, that was until you had to crumb the pork

Both of you were at a loss, so you called in Inko for help

Midoriya constantly mumbled almost the entire time when Inko wasn’t in the kitchen

This caused for you to have to hold his hand to calm him down

Baby boy thanked you so much, claiming that you were mainly the one to cook

Which was true, he constantly found himself asking for your help

You didn’t mind, finding the whole situation really cute

The katsudon might not have been the best, but he loved it

That was because his two favourite people helped him make it

Slowly, as he got more confident in the kitchen, he’d make you small things all the time

But, being a mama’s boy, there was always a bit of Inko flare

hi i love your writings so much and your style is brilliant! uhm can i request a levi x reader fake dating au? if thats possible..♡ have a great day♡♡

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting and for the encouragement, being a new blog 😊💕 It always makes my day getting sweet messages like this. I’m not really sure about this one, as I made it surprisingly angsty but I still hope you like it!

Genre: Angst, unrequited love

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 1.4k

Slight trigger for sexual assault

The ballroom’s glow settled down onto the occupants of the ball. Dots of shiny lights ricocheted from the chandelier, creating an effect like stars in the sky across the roof and walls.

           A tight corset bound your waist, crushing the bottom of your lungs and making it difficult to draw in breath. The strong sting of the alcoholic scent wafting from the bar and Wall Sina slobs, who were considered nobles. They couldn’t just slap fancy clothing on an overweight middle-aged alcoholic man and call him a noble.

           Your status in the Survey Corps was what had lobbed you into this mess. Many times you have had to dress in prissy clothing with frills and bows, pulling your hair into a bun that was slightly too tight to be comfortable.

           If talking to naive, selfish, and arrogant men wasn’t bad enough, the rule that you had to bring a date made your skin crawl.

           Being a Squad Leader meant that you knew plenty of men, as the vast majority of the Scouting Regiment contained male soldiers. However, choosing a date was impossible. If the men weren’t immature boys, they were perverted men in their thirties.

           The first time you were placed in this situation, Hanji hooked you up with Levi Ackerman, back when you couldn’t stand the short male. You found him irritating; he had no human emotions. Not to mention his insufferable obsession with cleaning. The two of you struggled to stay the entire time, swarmed by sweaty old men and each other. Levi certainly struggled with the attitude you gave him.

           When the night was over, the two of you swore that he never had to hold your waist for a slow dance again.

           You wished it was that simple.

           Erwin announced the invitation to another ball. Both you and Levi hoped you wouldn’t have to power through another dance together, managing to find another date. You had asked Erwin, but was turned down as he had someone to go with.

           The two of you had to go again, dragging your feet through every dance with Levi’s hand hovering awkwardly on the frills of your gown.

           Rumours that you and Captain Levi were dating spread through the immature Survey Corps in a heartbeat. The rumours leaked onto the streets, the civilians thinking that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier had a girlfriend was incredibly chivalrous. Erwin’s need to please the people resulted in him ordering you to keep up an act of dating Levi.

           From then on, you and Levi put on a fake show for the people. Luckily, holding hands was as far as Levi would go.

           You wished it would end. Your existence was almost like a trophy that was polished in a cabinet to brag about. You had the looks for it and everyone constantly reminded the two of you.

           Secretly, you wished that Levi would return the compliment someday, the time you have had to spend together rubbing off on you. You hoped Levi would come to feel the same.

           The air in the ballroom became stuffy as the men around you pushed you towards the centre of the room. You had lost Levi a while ago now, him claiming he wanted to get the two of you drinks. However, you didn’t believe him.

           He would never drink anything that wasn’t tea, you thought.

           An old man approached you, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol consumption. They raked up and down your body, causing you to shrink in on yourself to protect your figure from the prying eyes. You scowled as he was pushed further towards me with a stumble.

           “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, “You got a date?”

           “Yes, it was compulsory in order to be let through the doors,” you replied calmly.

           Frowning at him down the bridge of your nose, you etched towards the knife hidden in the layers of your dress. It was originally Levi’s idea to hold a knife with me, as the chances of getting into a situation where you need self-defence is too high.

           “Where is he now?” The man approached you further, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

           “Mind what? He’s coming back in a moment.”

           “What is he gonna do to me? Kill me?”

           You pursed your lips and widened your eyes, nodding.

           The man ignored you, almost stumbling forward onto you. Your hand slipped under the layer of your dress, fingers curling around the handle. Taking steps back, the man continued toward you. You were about to whip the knife out from behind your back when you backed into a firm chest.

           “Sorry--” you began, but paused when you saw who stood behind you.

           Levi lingered there with a scowl, flickering his eyes from you to the man. His grey eyes bared into the man, who straightened his posture.

           “Would you like a dance?” Levi learned forward to whisper into my ear.

           “Gladly,” you nodded, not batting another eyelash at the creep who stood stunned in silence.

           Levi’s calloused hand slipped yours off the knife and into his feathery hold. Guiding you around to the side of the room, he sat you in the corner on a nearby chair. Honestly, you were hoping for a dance, your mood shifting into a confused malice as to why he pulled you aside.

           “I thought we were dancing,” you whispered, folding your hands in your lap as he lingered above you.

           “Tch. Of course not,” Levi rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest, “I was only getting you away from that slobby drunk.”

           “You know we’re actually supposed to look like we are dating, right?” You snapped, copying his composure by crossing your arms, also.

           Levi frowned harder, “I don’t know what else you want me to do. Aren’t men supposed to keep other men away from their significant others? That’s what I did, brat.”

           “I’m not a brat, first of all,” you sighed, “Second of all, couples are supposed to be more affectionate than this.”

            The huff that Levi let from his lungs caused a pang of hurt to strike you. For too long have you had him groan, grumble, and frown at you instead of providing you with proper answers. By now, you could tell exactly what every single one meant. This one was very direct, a simple “I don’t care.”

           The time you spent with him you had come to realise he was not the completely mindless titan killing machine that the rest of mankind believed that his was. Behind his cold and passive demeanour, he genuinely cared about his squad, fellow captains and commanders. Having witnessed his true nature, you began to grow soft towards him. However, you quickly realised that you weren’t special.

           “Levi….” you sighed, biting your lip. Your heart thumped in your chest at the words that formed in your head.

           Maybe if he knew how you felt he would change?

           Maybe if you followed your heart he could take advantage of the opportunity?

           “What is it,” Levi’s words expelled from his mouth more like a groan of annoyance than a question.

           You took another deep breath and averted your eyes, “I actually like you, and I want to make this relationship real. I know that you think that fake dating for the people is stupid, but we wouldn’t feel that way if it is real. It’s real to me.”

           Cautiously, you lifted your eyes back up to find his. The way his mouth hung open ever so slightly and his eyebrows raised an extra inch caused your heart to lodge into your throat.

           When he didn’t reply, you held your breath, “I don’t know if you feel the same or not, and it’s okay if you don’t. But I can’t keep faking something with you when I want it to be real.”

           Timidly, you watched as he cast his eyes to the floor. You couldn’t tell if he was going to reply, never having witnessed the silence that he spoke at that moment. Growing impatient, you stood.

           “Say something,” you ordered, “Please answer, Levi.”

           “What do you want me to say?” Levi looked into your eyes, the intensity of the stare causing guilt to bubble within you. “My answer isn’t going to satisfy you, I can tell.”

           “I’d prefer if you say it.”

           “I don’t feel the same. I never have and I never will. I’m sick of everyone I care about dying; I don’t want it happening again.”

           Your breath caught in your throat. On one hand, you respected his feelings and reasoning, being something that hit close to home for yourself. On the other, his tone stung, the words pierced you, the unrequited love ached your heart.

           “One day, you’ll find someone, Y/N,” Levi reached out to pat your head, your breath frozen in your lungs, “But what we have is fake.”

           “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

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Shinso x Reader: Scented Candles

Summary: While you were enjoying Shinso's company in your dorm room, the power cuts off. Inspired by the romantic lighting of your emergency candles, Shinso proposed the idea that the two of you should slow dance. He convinces you to sing for him while he holds you close in the aroma of your scented candles.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff

Work Count: 1.1k

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait recently, I am working on a request too at the moment even though life has been keeping me plenty busy.

Time was forgotten as the darkness beyond your curtains drawn closed over your dorm window had long settled in. The low humming of conversation on the tv on the wall opposing the end of your bed was the only sound you could hear besides your boyfriends slow breathing next to you. 

        The even rhythm of Hitoshi’s chest leaning against your slouched form showed that he was long drifting off to sleep. You didn’t blame him, however, as the trashy movie you had put on for steady background noise had almost bore you to sleep too. Not only that, but the training he was undertaking with Aizawa to fulfill his dream of joining the Hero Course was tiring him out. You were incredibly proud of his progress, but the last thing you wanted was for him to burn himself out.

        You didn’t pay attention to the movie anymore, scrolling through your phone while you rother hand threated its fingers into Shinso’s lilac hair. His cheek rested on your shoulder, one arms resting over your midriff. The lamp by your beside emitted just enough light for your eyes to trace his features whenever his breath would slightly hinder.

        Suddenly, the lamp shut off. The television’s light and the awful dialogue seized with a small click. Your body jolted upright at the abrupt silence that fell over your room.

        Hitoshi’s eyes quickly opened at your sudden movement, straightening his back. You immediately felt bad, switching on the torch setting on your phone.

        “Sorry, Toshi,” you turned the torch to the ceiling as to not accidentally shine it in his eyes.

        “It’s fine, kitten,” Hitoshi’s voice rasped, his hands rubbing his eyes slowly.

        “I think the power went out,” you stated the obvious, taking into account the sky outside was clear, “But there’s no storm outside.”

        “Denki probably sneezed on a power socket, or something,” Hitoshi mused, squeezing you close so he could press a kiss onto your hairline. “Don’t stress.”

        “I’m not stressed,” you poked him in the chest, “but we should probably light some candles, because I think my phone is about to die.”

        Turning your phone over, you turned it on so that you could read the battery percentage. A small number 3 sat next to the small battery symbol in the corner, confirming your suspicion.

        “Looks like we’re going back to sleep then, kitten,” Hitoshi smirked, sinking down into the duvet.

        He adjusted one of your pillows so that it rested at a comfortable angle. His arms wrapped around your torso, dragging you down the bed. Your legs slipped further into the warm blankets as Hitoshi attempted to wrap you up in the duvet. Thrashing your arms around, you urged to wriggle back up to sit.

        A few months ago, you would have stood a fighting chance to get your way whenever Hitoshi tried to use force to get you to cuddle. Mr Aizawa’s training had certainly enhanced his strength, making your playful wrestles feel like a sparing match.

        “No!” You laughed, attempting to pry his fingers from your hips, “I don’t want to sleep yet! I want to light some candles!”

        Hitoshi smirked, “Look at you… you’re struggling to stop me when I’m really tired… Have you been skipping training again?”

        “I don’t skip training!” You stopped wriggling for a moment, turning to look into Hitoshi’s half-lidded eyes. “You’ve just been training harder than me, and I’m proud.”

        “Don’t try to flatter me,” Hitoshi growled, “I’m still winning.”

        He smirked, when you wriggled backwards out of his hold. His arm lifted off you, allowing for you to slide off your bed. You crossed the floor to a cabinet, unaware of Hitoshi’s adoring gaze falling after your figure.            

        Blindly rummaging through a draw, you found a small collection of scented candles, some you gifted to yourself, others from Hitoshi. Fumbling in the dark with the marches, you struct it, a small spark alighting the head. You quickly hovered the match over the candles’ wicks, lighting them all. A row of orange light bounced over the walls and ceiling as the torch from your phone turned off.             

        The amber glow relaxed you, your eyes drifting over to Hitoshi still lounging on your bed. His lilac eyes bore into you, an adoring smirk wrinkling the corner of his soft, kissable lips.     

        Slightly embarrassed by the lingering gaze, you turned your back towards him. Have expecting him to drift off to sleep once again, you began to rearrange your candles so they lined up perfectly across your cabinet. The mixed senses of pinewood, vanilla and lavender wafted into your nose in swirls with the smoke.

        Fingers dancing around the small of your waist took you by surprise, Hitoshi’s hands clasping together across your stomach. Hot air tickled the back of your neck.

        “The atmosphere is suddenly a lot more romantic, would you say so, kitten?”             

        Hitoshi’s silky voice and accusation made you blush, spinning around in his arms to face him. The way his half-lidded eyes trailed your face while resting his hands on your hips caused your stomach to do backflips. There was something about being this close to him that had this effect on you, no matter how long you had been together.

        “It is, yeah,” you sighed, adjusting your hands that you had swung around his neck.

        “Perfect for slow dancing,” Hitoshi rubbed his nose across yours softly.

        You laughed at him, “Since when were you into dancing?”

        “I’m not, but wouldn’t it be fun to try?”

        You pursed your lips, fully aware of the way he had manipulated your movements so you were now slowly swaying to an unknown rhythm.

        “We don’t have any music.”

        “Sing for me.”

        “No, it’s embarrassing.”

        “Please, kitty? Your voice is beautiful.”

        “You only heard me that one time you accidentally walked in on me showering.”           

        “And you sounded lovely.”

        “Bathroom acoustics are always so much better, though.”

        “Baby, please? You’d sound beautiful wherever you are.”

        At this point he was basically begging. You almost felt bad for having to deny him for so long, especially when his lip slightly pouted out at his last sentence.            

        “Fine… but you owe me another scented candle,” you bargained, smiling as he laughed before scoffing at you.

        “You’re so weird.”

        Rolling your eyes, you didn’t protest, mentally hyping yourself up for your small performance. Clearing your throat, you avoided Hitoshi’s eyes as you fell into the first note.

“Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe  You and I will fall in love”          

        Hitoshi led your bodies in an uncoordinated waltz, giggling whenever he dipped you. His sudden movements would leave you shocked, having to replenish your voice in order to continue the song.

        Even with the cracks in your voice or when you forgot the lyric and had to repeat the line, the way you held each other if the sweet perfumes of your scented candles couldn’t be more perfect.

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