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Thanks to the lies you told

Edgeshot x Best Jeanist soulmate AU where your soulmate's lies appear on your arm Angst with happy ending

„Jeanist, slow DOWN where are we even going?!”

Hawks half-screamed as he clung to the handle for dear life. Tsunagu was going at least 20 over the speed limit, but it was an emergency. He held out his arm for the other to read what stood written on it:

I only work with Best Jeanist I don’t even know him that well. I don’t even particularly like him.

It was a strange thing for Shinya to lie about, usually, he would simply say that they weren’t a couple if anyone who wasn’t supposed to know asked. He was scared to speak, worried that whatever situation Edgeshot was in would be made worse by badly chosen words. It was hard to remember not to tell even the smallest lie as it would immediately appear on his lover’s arm.

“I think Edge is in trouble.”

Nothing else left his lips and Keigo nodded in understanding:

“Well then, we should get there right away. Do you know where he might be? You can just tap for yes or no if you prefer not taking the risk of speaking. Just tap once for no, twice for yes.

Two taps on the stirring wheel.

“Okay. Do you know it based on lies Edgeshot has told? Did he mention names?”

Two taps. Pause. One tap. Keigo sighed as he sat more comfortably in the passenger’s seat. He asked more questions, like some sort of guessing game as he went through the details to come up with a plan. An abandoned factory. A big one most likely. Or at least not small. With many potential places to lurk on rescuers in the shadows. But lies could have different truths contradicting them; just because there was more than one criminal still didn’t tell them how many there were; it could be two or ten or hundreds. But that didn’t seem to matter to Jeanist and what kinds of heroes would they be if they couldn’t take on multiple criminals together?

“Did you at least inform the others? Kamui? Mt Lady?”

“I did.”

Shit. That was a lie. He had informed Kamui but not Mt Lady. He was sure it wouldn’t uncover their plan to whoever had his boyfriend, but he still would have preferred not giving them anything.

“Hey, Jeanist... check your arm.”

Keigo suddenly said, and Tsunagu’s eyes widened slightly at what he read:

I could just use my quirk at any time and get out myself. I’m not scared of you.

So he was unable to use his quirk. And he was scared. Edgeshot, one of the calmest men of all the heroes, was scared. Tsunagu’s knuckles turned white at how firmly he was gripping the stirring wheel and took a sharp turn that slammed Keigo into the door:

“Stop doing that!”

He looked at his colleague, squinting at the pure worry, disdain, and anger he saw in his eyes. It wasn’t an anger he’d ever let out, but it was there, and it would make him take any risk at all to handle the situation. Keigo reached over, softly pulling down the denim hero’s sleeve:

“Let’s keep this covered until we arrive, mh? We can see there if we got any more information. I need you to calm down and take this situation with caution.”

With a deep sigh, Tsunagu nodded and concentrated on the road instead. So many things wanted to run through his head, wanted to show him pictures of Edgeshot, Shinya, being tortured in so many possible ways, but he knew it didn’t help. He couldn’t know for sure until they arrived. So as long as he could just feel the soft tingling of new words appearing on his arm, he knew that Shinya was alive. Perhaps not okay. But alive.

The road felt impossibly long, almost like they were driving for hours even though the car’s clock only showed an advancement of 24 minutes from when they had left Keigo’s place. The factory was in the middle of a sea of beautiful golden wheat and for a moment Tsunagu thought about taking a walk there with Shinya. He would, he decided, as soon as the other was rescued and as soon as this place was secured. When a hero got into trouble, they had to be considered a victim. That’s what he had learned in class years ago, and so the other heroes had to come to their rescue. Time to be heroes. Jeanist slammed the door shut and fixed his hair:

“You came up with a plan, Hawks?”

“Well, I first texted Kamui and he should be here soon, he’s bringing help. We should check out how many people there are. I can do that.”

“Thank you, Hawks.”

Hawks disappeared into the air quicker than Jeanist could notice, flying up to look down into one of the windows. In the meanwhile, the taller one kept an eye out for anyone who might be keeping watch outside the building but couldn’t see anyone. It seemed strange to not have people outside and he wondered if it was a trap. Hawks whistled, catching his attention again; he held up 5 fingers.

5 kidnappers. And no outside security? And Edgeshot being scared. It didn’t take a genius to conclude that those people must have been dangerous. Hawks rejoined him on the ground:

“Don’t freak out. But Edge is hurt. I can’t tell now badly, but he is bleeding.”

It wasn’t something Jeanist hadn’t expected, but something he had hoped for not to happen. He rolled up his sleeve again, checking for any more clues or help.

Heh. That punch didn’t even hurt.

“Stop provoking them...”

Jeanist mumbled and shook his head to clear his mind:

“Did you see their quirks? Any quirk like Eraser’s? Why can’t Edge use his?”

“Likely a drug. They don’t seem too famous so probably just a cheap one. Temporary.”

This was relieving to hear but it didn’t mean it wasn’t just as bad. Not only were those drugs illegal, but hardly anyone knew what side effects they had. 5 people. That had to be doable. Maybe they weren’t that dangerous at all but that wasn’t a possibility that could be trusted.

“One of them has a crab quirk and another seems to have some strength or punching quirk. I didn’t see more for the others. “

Hawks admitted, putting his hands in his pockets:

“It doesn’t seem like they noticed us. I think it’s best to wait for Kamui.

Just as Jeanist was about to agree, they saw the wood hero in the close distance, accompanied by, surprisingly, nobody.

“Talk of the devil!”

Hawks snorted as he waved at him.

I don’t think anyone is coming. As a hero, you have to be able to fend for yourself.

Despite knowing it was only lies written on his arm, this statement hurt just as much as reading Edgeshot say he “didn’t even like him that much”. It was like a needle piercing Jeanist’s heart even though he knew it wasn’t true. Edgeshot knew they would try to save him. They /would/ save him.

“Do we have a plan?”

Kamui asked as he joined the two of them at last, and crossed his arms, looking at the two in question.

“Well… not directly except “go inside and see how it goes”. But did you not bring any backup?”

“I did. They’re waiting they will come when I press this little button.”

He held up a little device, one that would notify the waiting pro-heroes if they needed help:

“I brought Fat Gum and Death Arms and others are informed as well. Just in case.”

Jeanist nodded, grateful for his colleagues’ good planning. He felt bad for neglecting it, knowing he shouldn’t just because Edgeshot was his boyfriend. Sometimes it was hard to separate between work and private life. Yet he was glad he got help in the first place instead of just going on his own. He really needed to pull himself together now, it wouldn’t help Shinya at all if he rushed anything now.

The trio checked once more for people lurking outside the building and approached the front door when they verified that there was indeed nobody to worry about there. They were quiet as Hawks broke the lock with one of his feathers; it merely clicked and was only audible if you really concentrated on it. He was amazingly stealthy and skilled in using them.

The entrance and hallway were broad and each of their steps threatened to echo dangerously and alarm the criminals in the main hall. So, they only got along slowly, but at least the emptiness left no space for anyone to hide and attack. Unless they had an invisibility quirk and so they stayed aware of their surroundings. Soon, voices could be heard from behind a slightly open door, which they silently agreed to eavesdrop on first.

There seemed to be one person who was the main talker, perhaps the leader of the gang, who was speaking about disobedience and “just wanting to know some little facts” about ongoing operations and plans. Followed by the shivering voice of Edgeshot’s brief, untruthful, or provocative responses and it became clear just from that shiver as he spoke that saying anything seemed safer than staying silent which would have been his natural reaction. It was an exhausted shiver; he was in pain for sure but was trying hard to keep his composure. Passing out on people who wanted to keep you talking was more dangerous than the risk of saying something wrong at the moment. And they didn’t have him far enough to let his tongue slip yet. Not even close.

The three jumped as a disgusting, cracking sound filled the air and Edgeshot groaned. 

“Hey, hey, now don’t break his jaw he needs it to talk you idiot! If you don’t talk soon, we might have to break more than your teeth.”

The leader said and it made Jeanist grind his own teeth.

“I don’t know any of the information you’re asking about.”

Another slight tingle on Jeanist’s arm which he softly caressed for a moment. He lurked inside the room now, seeing the crab man, with gigantic claws for arms he didn’t doubt they’d use on Edgeshot as well if needed and given the chance. The man standing right in front of him was probably the one with the strength quirk, he cracked his knuckles and Jeanist closed his eyes as he went for another punch. His boyfriend had undoubtedly been through worse than this but to stand and watch him get beaten wasn’t something he was willing to do. The other three people’s quirk wasn’t clear, it could have been anything and for the time the three stood and observed only one showed off hers; it seemed like she could grow her fingernails at will, into long sharp claws and was doing it out of boredom at the moment. No, not boredom. /Anticipation/. She was impatient to use them on Edgeshot. Jeanist was hit by the realization that the 5 didn’t belong together; the leader must have taken criminals with an eagerness to blow off their steam on some hero while he got the information he wanted.

“I think they don’t belong together. They likely won’t be communicating with each other well.”

He whispered to his colleagues, and they nodded in agreement. Whether it was because they had observed the same or because they simply trusted Jeanist’s observation didn’t matter. What mattered was that this knowledge increased their chances of success.

“I’ll take care of Miss needs-a-manicure, and the leader, Jeanist can you take the strength one? Kamui, try to restrain the other two. We should be able to keep them under control and call help in time just in case we struggle.”

Hawks suggested, nodding in the direction of the door as he raised three fingers, lowering them one by one as a silent countdown. Then time seemed to freeze as they stormed the room; it always felt this way to Jeanist when he entered a fight like the world was moving much too slowly, like he needed to go faster. He blamed it on the adrenaline that rushed through him with each new fight, but it helped him stay aware and make thought-through decisions.

The criminals turned around, clearly surprised at the sudden infiltration, and immediately began defending themselves; the one who had been beating Edgeshot kicked the chair he was tied to hard, causing it to be knocked over almost faster than Jeanist could react. But he caught the other hero with his quirk, bringing him out of the way of the fight. With the other, he tried holding onto the other man and keep him restrained; but as expected, it wasn’t that easy. He broke free fast, merely smirking as he approached Jeanist only to be trapped with stronger and tighter threads. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his colleagues struggle with their respective opponents. He jumped up to a higher position, landing gracefully on one of the pipes.

 It seemed strange that his prisoner had stopped resisting but as he heard Kamui yelp in pain merely a moment before his own shoulder got dislocated, he understood why. A speed quirk or something of the sort, he figured, completely ignoring the pain, and made up for the loss of this arm by putting more strain on his other hand.

Jeanist heard a quiet beeping sound and knew Kamui had called for help like he had said. Now it was only a matter of staying unharmed and keeping Edgeshot safe.

“Hawks-!”

He started shouting, but his colleague was already sending out his feathers to try and stop or at least slow down this opponent. It was hard to keep track of him, but Hawks seemed to have little struggle with it. He wasn’t able to touch him quite yet, but following the movement of his bright red feathers was much easier to make out the location.

“Edge!! Can you use your quirk?”

No response. Either he had passed out or hadn’t heard him. Likely the latter as the sound of the woman’s yell broke through; it was shrill, and Jeanist wasn’t sure what had happened. Likely a failed attempt at distracting him, but he didn’t call out to his boyfriend again. His opponent had freed himself once more and stomped over to the chair; stopped by a bullet lodging itself into his leg.

“Clever to bring him!”

Hawks praised Kamui, referring to Snipe, who, despite not quite being there yet, was able to use his quirk. The moment was perfect to get a hold of the man again and pull him back from Edgeshot:

“You are /not/ going near him!”

He dodged another attack from the one who had dislodged his shoulder and rejoined his colleagues on the ground. The fifth criminal seemed to have given up. He wasn’t resisting Kamui’s Lacquered Chain Prison and that was why he was paying closer attention to him than the crab guy who was actively trying to free his claws.

It didn’t take too long until more heroes came for help, namely Fat Gum, who wrung his way through to Shinya to cover him, and Death Arms who saw the difficulty and helped with the crab criminal. Even he grunted in effort trying to knock him out.

The fifth guy moved a little too abruptly for the strong man’s liking and was promptly knocked unconscious before he could so much as think about using his quirk. Now that Edgeshot was being covered by Fat Gum, it was easier to fight. Another scream echoed off the walls, followed by a victorious “Hah!” from Hawks, who had finally hit the man bouncing off the walls in his immensely fast way, and gotten him to fall.

“Kamui, can you take this one too?”

After short acknowledgment, Jeanist took his hand off the man he was keeping trapped, redirecting it to the other one. His hand hurt from the amount of force he had to apply, and he was beginning to develop a headache. It was safe enough to throw a quick glance over to Edgeshot again; Fat Gum was checking him over, apparently not too concerned and that was all Jeanist needed to know. The all too familiar tingle on his arm assured him that the man was awake, but he had no time to look at what lie he had told at that moment.

Soon, more people stormed in, to properly arrest and restrain the criminals, all in ways that best fit their quirks to keep them under control. One of the policewomen started talking to Jeanist, wanting to clear up the circumstances and what had happened, but Hawks quickly chimed in:

“I’ll talk to them. Go check on the damsel in distress.”

The denim hero gave a thankful nod, impatiently rushing over to Edgeshot and tearing off his restraints with his quirk. Fat Gum informed him that the other wasn’t fatally hurt, not from what he could tell at least, and was conscious and responsive. He then left as well, to give directions to the paramedics that were waiting outside. It marked the end of the fight for now, and Tsunagu put a hand on Shinya’s cheek:

“My little thread, are you with me?”

A bloody smile formed on his boyfriend’s face, as he finally raised his head; he had a bad black eye, missing teeth, and what looked like a broken nose. With the strength of the criminal, it wouldn’t have been a surprise if he had had more fractures. His voice was slightly strained as he spoke, which clearly took him a great deal of effort:

“Not for long I’m afraid, love.”

“That’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe, and we’ll bring you to the hospital.”

But Shinya had already slumped forward against his torso in the middle of the sentence, with raspy breaths and Tsunagu just ran his fingers through his hair for a moment. Then it was time to leave, and with the help of his quirk, he gently and carefully took the ninja hero along to hand him over to the paramedics. All the participants of the fight were quickly checked over for injuries and one of the medical staff made quick work of putting his shoulder back into place. The noise of it was disgusting and it hurt, but the pain quickly faded.

“I’ll accompany him to the hospital.”

He announced, tossing Hawks his keys:

“Would you mind taking my car home in the meantime? I trust you won’t crash it within the first five minutes.”

“Nice! Nope, but within ten.”

His colleague replied with a cheeky grin that made him roll his eyes with a sigh. It wasn’t that he didn’t find the remark funny, but at that moment he was still too worried about Shinya to laugh about it. 

“If the police don’t need you anymore, we’d get going now, Best Jeanist.”

The driver of the ambulance said, and Tsunagu nodded:

“Yes, I’m coming. I’ll text you later, Hawks. Tell Kamui and the others I appreciate their help.”

With that, he climbed into the vehicle, assigned by the paramedics to a place where he would not sit in their way. He even got to hold his boyfriend’s hand and he held it with so much care as if he might break it if he was too rough. His thumb stroked over the other’s palm and the last lie he had spoken came back to his mind, so he rolled up his sleeve:

I doubt Jeanist has time to worry, he is too busy fighting.

Of course, he had known that Tsunagu would always be worried about his well-being, no matter how hard he was concentrating on doing his job as a hero. It wouldn’t affect his feelings just the same way his feelings wouldn’t affect his work. These two things co-existed, often in an overlap, but as a professional, he could keep them separate in his actions.

One of the paramedics dabbed cotton pads drenched with alcohol on the smaller scratches on Shinya’s face, causing him to unconsciously squeeze his hand a little.

“They’re just cleaning your wounds, Shi, it’s alright.”

It was calmingly quiet, and the lack of the all-too-familiar ambulance siren was a blessing. Every now and then his boyfriend would stir or make a small noise, or the paramedics would go around and attend to him.

Everything seemed perfectly fine, until upon entering the hospital, Shinya suddenly shot upright and threw up. The staff didn’t lose any time, rushing him to one of the rooms and Tsunagu was quickly informed he would need to wait while they checked for brain damage. It made his heart beat so loudly he could barely hear anything else, and he couldn’t help but pace back and forth for what felt like an eternity. Nervously, he played around on his sleeves with his quirk, disassembling and reassembling them before he went on to biting his nails; a habit he had quit years ago but that would come back every once in a while when he was particularly stressed. This “eternity” in reality took no longer than roughly 20 minutes. Then the door opened, and the doctor brought out the other man again, who had a faint smile on his lips when he saw him. Tsunagu smiled back, in relief and happiness to see him alright as the doctor started to speak:

“He’s concussed, we’d like to keep him here for a few days just to be sure. But other than that, he should make a fast recovery. His quirk should also start to work again soon, we detected a weak form of a quirk-erasing drug. Nothing to be worried about.”

She explained and Shinya chuckled:

“Yeah, plus I feel much better after vomiting my guts out.”

Tsunagu rolled his eyes with an amused huff and said he was glad about that. The doctor brought them to a room, a private one which was one of the government-paid benefits of being a pro hero. The sun was high in the sky and up until now he wasn’t aware of how hungry he was; he had skipped breakfast at the first feeling of something being wrong when he woke up without his boyfriend by his side and altogether hadn’t eaten since dinner the day before.

“I’ll have someone bring you two food. Mr. Kamihara can eat if he feels like it but take it slow. And if your headache or nausea gets worse or you need anything, please inform someone. The visitation time /officially/ ends at 7 pm, Mr. Hakamada, in case you are one of the few partners that care.”

She winked and disappeared into the hallway. Seconds later, Shinya started to shift around a bit, scooting over to one side of the bed and patted the empty spot next to him:

“I want cuddles please I didn’t get them after my very much annoying night shift.”

“Ah, well if you join five strangers in an abandoned factory without telling me I can’t provide cuddles very well.”

Tsunagu mused, laying down carefully next to his very messy-looking ninja-worm lover. He put a hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a loving kiss.

“Eww Tsu, I barely rinsed my mouth out!”

“Ah, that bit of blood and puke taste is nothing compared to your cooking last week.”

The other punched him lightly at the memory of his accidental mess-up of over-seasoned and undercooked pasta. Still, he had eaten the whole plate without a single complaint.

“I told you you could stop eating.”

“I didn’t want to after you took the time to cook it. So let me kiss you since I took the time to save you~”

They shared another, shorter kiss before Shinya rested his head on Tsunagu’s shoulder and closed his eyes:

“I’m a bit dizzy and tired, Tsu, will you stay?”

“Of course, I will my soft little fiber. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With that, he fell asleep and although he himself wanted to wait for the food, couldn’t help but give in to a comfortable nap with the person he loved most.

Winter Wonderland

MHA Chapter 364 spoiler after the read more!

Shinya is bound to the wheelchair and Tsunagu smashes all his worries about their relationship with gentle love and hot chocolate Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst

The winter was awfully cold this year, and the freezing air made Tsunagu scrunch his nose in discomfort. It was snowing, it had been for days, and it felt like a miracle that it had started the day his husband’s release from the hospital had been approved. He had needed to stay there a bit longer still, but the moment had finally come.

Almost two months after he had risked his life for the young man who should have been saved by Tsunagu himself, but it was Shinya’s quirk that had made it possible. It was his husband who had risked his life just to save a promising soon-to-be hero he didn’t even know that well. Not as well as Tsunagu did at least, after taking him under his wing. Despite all odds, however, the other had survived his risky mission. He had lost his ability to walk, after using up too many of his nerves, and was missing a kidney, but he was alive.

Alive and tired and filled with guilt and fear about their relationship. Tsunagu had needed a long time to assure him that none of this changed his feelings for him; if anything, this selfless act only made his love deeper. It had started way back when they were just students, and lasted through so many of their worries; like Shinya’s transition, his struggles to get hormones and surgeries, the financial struggles they had gone through together, and all the worries Tsunagu had held when opening his agency.

He even remembered vividly how nervous the two of them had been the night before their wedding, but even then there hadn’t been a single trace of doubt that this man was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Even if he was bound to a wheelchair now. All that mattered to the denim hero was that he had not lost him. That he would still wake up with him, and kiss him, and hear his laugh.

Gently, he brushed off some snow from Shinya’s hair and took off the hat he had been wearing. He stopped pushing the wheelchair, and crouched down to put it on the other’s head:

“Are you warm enough, my little fiber?”

The smaller man’s eyes looked teary, and it broke the denim hero’s heart. He softly took the other’s hands, squeezing them reassuringly; they were warm, much warmer than his own, and his heart skipped a beat with the joy of still being able to hold them:

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing is wrong, dear. Everything is.. overwhelming. I am so happy. And scared. And grateful that you want to stay with me. I’m just feeling too much.”

He explained, cupping Tsunagu’s hands to gently blow warm breath on them. It was something he had been doing ever since they’d started dating, and one of their favorite moments of winter. It was caring and affectionate and assuring. The taller one smiled and brought Shinya’s knuckles up to his covered lips, in a gentle kissing gesture:

“My mind was flashing with fear of having to attend your funeral. I was fully prepared to keep my promise of still loving you if you were a worm and carrying you around in my chest pocket. Shinya, staying with you will never be compromised by anything. Especially not injuries. I’m your husband. I married you as a promise to always be by your side no matter what. I know you’re scared about so many things right now, and I know I can’t soothe all of those fears, but I want to assure you that my love for you runs much deeper than you might think right now. I’m just so happy I didn’t lose you.”

Tears were now running down his husband’s cheeks, and they must have been cold with the air and snow, so Tsunagu wiped them away, brushing his thumbs over Shinya's cheeks for as long as it took him to stop crying:

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes please.”

Tsunagu pulled him closer and if his words hadn’t been assuring enough, this kiss simply had to be; it was long and emotional and likely the happiest one they had ever shared. Happier than their first one and happier than their wedding kiss because it held so much assurance; for Shinya that he really meant what he said, and for Tsunagu that the other kissed him back and hadn’t given up on the relationship:

“You are the most amazing man I have ever met, you are so beautiful and caring and brave. And I know you’re scared about not being able to continue being a hero, but you will always be the most amazing hero in my heart. What you did, and what you risked, is the most heroic thing anyone could ever do. And I will never stop admiring you.”

And for the first time in weeks, a smile formed on the younger one’s face; a smile that could melt anyone’s heart in seconds:

“I love you. I love you so so incredibly much.”

“I love you too, my thread, more than I could ever say.”

Tsunagu straightened up, and smiled back at the other in awe:

“How about we buy a hot chocolate on the way home, how would you feel about that?”

The cocoa they bought tasted like heaven and it almost made the two of them cry again at the happiness of being able to enjoy it together. It was hot and smooth and had a hint of cinnamon and orange. The stand they had gotten it from had been there for as long as they could remember, and had never failed to make them feel better:

“Do you remember when we used to drink this, when we were Lightningstorm’s sidekicks? Right after I graduated? It was when I just started my transition.”

“I do remember. And when my first sidekick went to another agency and I felt so self-conscious.”

They chuckled, realizing just how many memories this hot chocolate held. It was assuring and like a dream to think about how many more they would form over it. Of course, there would be dreams and plans they would have to change, but none of that mattered. Tsunagu didn’t care if the other would never be a hero again. Or if he would depend on him. He was ready to retire if he needed, to dedicate his days to taking care of his most loved one.

All the tension from the past weeks and months seemed to have disappeared with the sweet, warm drink they drank at their favorite meeting spot; from there, they could see far across the sea, watching some few particularly thick-skinned souls swimming and surfing. It seemed ridiculous to Jeanist, who pulled his coat tighter around himself, but it was a nice and calm view.

Soft pressure on his thigh disrupted his thought and when he looked down, his husband had his head leaned against him, giving him the same look he always gave when wanting affection and cuddles. Tsunagu slipped off the hat and let his fingers run through the younger one's hair, caressing his scalp, weirdly amused by how oily it was:

“Waited for me to wash your hair, love?”

Soft pink tinted Shinya’s cheeks as he nodded slowly; they had offered to wash it at the hospital, but he had refused. It had been a long time since anyone but Tsunagu or himself had even touched it, and it had become much more intimate over the years. The same went for seeing the blonde with messy hair; it was something treasured and something that only really happened between the two of them.

“Are you comfortable- can we take a bath together later? I’m tired and you’re like a denim icicle. A jicicle.”

The laugh that erupted from Tsuangu was sudden and it slightly startled Shinya, who started to laugh as well after the shock wore off:

“It wasn’t that funny!”

“Oh yes it was, my precious cotton heart, I’m glad you can still joke.”

Both of them knew that there would be many things to talk about, on how to proceed and how to live through and cope with everything life had thrown in their way. But those things were nothing that couldn’t be talked about the next day.

They had promised a lifetime to each other after all, and this was nothing anything but death could ever change. And given how narrowly both of them had avoided death’s kiss on more than one occasion, this would not be the case for a long time.

Tsunagu pulled down his scarf and grabbed Shinya’s face for another long but gentle kiss before giving the reply he’d been waiting for:

“I would love nothing more than that.”

Some art of mainly Jeanist and Edge

Pretty boy Jeanist with pretty dyed hair and piercings

Ugly scribbles this time

Rewrite the Stars

Tsunagu struggles with disapproving parents but Shinya manages to bring his hope back with a song. I did it dear Anon! I hope this is to your liking! I had a lot of fun writing it :) Angst with happy ending, fluff TW HOMOPHOBIA

Tsunagu could barely hear his own affirmations over his heartbeat. Today was the day he would introduce Shinya to his parents, and he was terrified of their reactions. He loved silver haired man, more than he could even love himself, but he was also weak. Too good. Too obedient to stand up against his parents. Too deep in the role he grew up in; the perfect, straight, polite, respectful boy his parents had raised. Good looking too, always tidy, and mindful of his appearance. Except he had realized that straight wasn’t the best way to describe himself. He had fallen in love with a boy, slightly younger and from poorer conditions; someone who wouldn’t mind not brushing his hair for a week and who could barely go without making a joke that his parents surely would not like. Jokes good boys like Tsunagu didn’t make. But ones he had learned to love so much. 

“Tsu, you’re shaking. That’s not making your affirmations very convincing.”

Shinya chuckled nervously and held his hand tighter. He was right, of course, but the blonde couldn’t help it. To say that he was scared was an understatement, he was terrified and just wanted it all to go well. Finally, he knocked on the door they’d been standing in front of for nearly half an hour. It seemed like forever until it opened and there stood the human, perfect dolls that were Tsunagu's parents. With bright fake smiles that made Shinya want to throw up, but he bit his tongue and smiled back.

“Hello, young man. You must be Tsunagu’s friend. He’s told us so much about you.”

He had told lies to even get them to allow Shinya to come over. In their minds, he was from a good house downtown, with exceptionally good grades, and the representative of his class. None of that was true, but Tsunagu figured that “co-president of their unauthorized fabric-arts club” would not be enough to convince them. Especially since the two of them were the only members.

“I am, ma’am. My name is Shinya Kamihara. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Oh isn’t he polite honey?”

She asked Tsunagu’s father who merely gave an affirming, seemingly approving nod. The boys stepped in and were promptly led to the kitchen, where dinner was already served; the smell was heavenly and unlike anything Shinya had ever smelled. He was used to canned foods and anything that was as cheap as possible and when he saw the plentitude of food on the table, his mouth watered. But there was a good chance that he wouldn’t eat any of it, because he and Tsunagu had agreed to tell his parents about them before dinner. That way the nervousness would be out of the way, and they could, if it went well, eat in peace.

Both of them were equally scared. There was a plan B, technically, in which the two heroes in training could go and live with the younger one’s parents. They had always been supportive of their son, and of their love, but what held them back was Tsunagu’s status. And it would be a harsh drop for him to be discarded by his family if they didn’t isolate him even more from people they didn’t see as suitable to be his friends. Or lovers. They had too much power, too, and he would lose all the benefits he’d grown up with. It was a scary thought, and Shinya understood that. He also understood that the blonde would have a hard time if that happened but he had promised his undying support. As far as he could give it in his own condition. And he was scared that his soulmate would hate him. What if they broke up? What if he lost his family over a temporary relationship? Though, that wasn’t what it felt like. They were like water to each other, meeting whenever they had free time, and it hurt deeply to think about losing each other.

The blonde grabbed Shinya’s hand and took a deep breath before he started to speak, slowly and with a shake in his voice that Shinya didn’t know from him:

“I.. we have to tell you something. Shinya isn’t my friend. He’s my boyfriend.”

That was direct, which was to be expected of him, but it still slightly surprised Shinya. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop and for such a long moment that he needed a good two seconds to register the slap that followed. Tsunagu was holding his cheek as tears rolled down his face, but he said nothing more. Shinya himself was too frozen in shock to react and his mind almost went blank as the man shouted:

“Are you kidding me?!”

The mother was crying as well, and the boy could have slapped her for how ridiculous it was.

“We didn’t raise you like this, darling! We just want to see you marry a pretty girl you love! What did we do wrong?”

Tsunagu was sobbing now, and stepped away from Shinya who couldn’t hold back his words any longer:

“What kind of shitty assholes are you? Your son can’t even love whoever he wants? You are disgusting.”

Both their attention was now on him, giving his boyfriend a brief break, but it wasn’t either of their words that broke his heart:

“Kamihara. I think you should go home now.”

“Tsu-“ 

“It’s Hakamada to you.”

With gritted teeth, Shinya ran out, to avoid letting anyone see his tears, and fled the scene into the warm light of the sunset. It felt like a metaphor, setting the end of their relationship, but it was too painful to give up this easily. And so after running for multiple minutes, he took a deep breath. And focused on breathing and rationalizing his thoughts; this would not be where their relationship would end, and he would not feel hurt by the other’s words now. The blonde hadn’t meant them, and Shinya would make sure to let him know that this hole they were in was one they would mend together.

The evening that followed felt incredibly long. It consisted of Shinya eating the little dinner his father could serve him, and brainstorming so hard he believed that the man could see smoke coming out of his ears as he asked:

“Würmchen, what’s wrong? You seem so absentminded today.”

A little smile came on his face at the new nickname; his father loved to learn all kinds of nicknames from different languages for him, and this one was particularly cute. But his face dropped again fast at the memory of the day:

“I met Tsu’s parents today and... they don’t want us to be together.”

The other softly patted his hair:

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I can’t imagine you would give up so fast.”

“I won’t! I just don’t know what to do. I know you and Mom said he can come live with us, but I don’t think I could convince him with words. He’s too scared and I understand that.”

His father hummed with a nod and took his hands with an assuring squeeze:

“Shinya, I’m not sure if I can really help you here, but I’m sure you will figure it out. Maybe there is something that connects you two, a memory or a song that can pull him out of his doubts?” 

There was none that Shinya could think of at the moment, mind too clouded, not with worry but the sadness of how miserable Tsunagu must have felt at the moment. Surely he was lying awake in his room, crying and cursing himself for struggling so much with standing up to his parents. He knew that if it wasn’t for them, and the fear of what they might do, he would choose him over anything in the world. 

“Thank you, pop. I’ll think about it.”

“I know you will, pumpkin. Don’t stay up too late.”

This wasn’t something Shinya could comply with, for now he was determined to come up with something that could convince his love to make the choice both of them knew was the one he wanted to make. For at least an hour he stared up at the glow stars on his ceiling when suddenly, it hit him; there was a song. One the two of them had sung to each other, just a few years ago, when they felt unsure about whether they should risk starting a relationship. The young man put it on and fell asleep with a smile, convinced that these lyrics might just mark the start of a life much brighter and happier.

His sleep was dreamless and calm; much deserved after what he’d been through and what he would attempt to do the next day.

He awoke to his mother’s soft voice, waking him and placing a tray of self-made pancakes on his lap with a smile:

“Your father told me about last night, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

“Don’t apologize, mommy, you were at work. I understand that. You don’t need to make me fancy breakfast because of this.”

He said but with his grumbling stomach, he couldn’t help but shovel them into his mouth instantly. They seemed to be in a comparably good place financially if she could afford this, and Shinya knew he should simply be happy about that. He hoped to find a paid internship soon, but until then he had to give his best in the unpaid one he got into. He was already lucky he got to attend UA with his scholarship and help from the government, but getting into the world of becoming a pro-hero was much harder than he had thought. 

The boy had been scared to start dating Tsunagu at first, afraid he would think it was just for his money, but the older one had always been way too clever to even think that. And he knew how much Shinya loved him. And Shinya knew the same about him. 

With a *ding* he checked his phone and saw a message from the blonde:

We need to talk. Come to the bench?

A single glance up at his mother’s face was enough to make her chuckle and he jumped out of the bed the second she told him to “Just go already.”. He got dressed fast, kissed her goodbye, and ran out of the house. 

“The bench” was an old wooden one, by an even older oak tree that the two had been meeting at for as long as Shinya could remember. It was a pretty spot, with a nice view over the local lake, one that was outside of both the poor and the rich neighborhoods. It felt like a comforting neutral ground, and it was very popular with couples. 

“I’m here my love!”

He sang, waving at the blonde who looked almost more upset than the night before. Tsunagu raised his head, hitting Shinya instantly with a dry and clearly hesitant statement:

“We should break up.”

The shorter one stopped, sighed, and took the other’s hands:

“See, I don’t agree, Tsu.”

“I.. Shinya, please. My parents don’t approve. They want me to marry a woman. Of high status. They’ll never approve, I just don’t understand why you would want me if I can’t even stand up to them for you.”

But his boyfriend wouldn’t give in so easily; he looked up, with a soft and hopeful smile, and started to sing calmly:

“You know I want you. It’s not a secret I try to hide.”

The rich boy seemed slightly surprised, and turned away as tears welled up in his eyes:

“Don’t do this Shinya.”

“I know you want me. So don’t keep saying our hands are tied.”

Even though Tsunagu may not have thought it would be in the cards for them and that fate was pulling them apart, his lover did not think the same. They were in each other’s hearts and nobody would be able to stop them if he could just win the blonde over. If he just put their destiny to be together over the fear of his parents.

“What if we rewrite the stars. Say you were made to be mine.”

If Tsunagu could just do that, then nothing could keep them apart anymore. Even if they had nothing but a million dreams, it would be more than enough for Shinya. Tsunagu’s expression had softened a bit by now and a relieved laugh left the shorter one as the other’s cold hands closed around his warmer ones: 

“You think it’s easy. You think I don’t wanna run to you.”

The lyrics matched his feelings all too well; he wanted nothing but to be with the other man, but there were so many doors they couldn’t walk through. He couldn’t walk through when it always seemed so easy to Shinya; who was poor and from low status and who just kept and kept on hoping and pushing through so bravely. 

Their love had always felt like a tightrope with Shinya, one they walked together; dangerous and ridiculous to some. It felt safer on the land of pleasing his parents, yet this deep unknown sea that was loving Shinya was that much more pleasing. A sea he wanted to sail more than anything, to find a place he could happily call home. 

The world felt like a fantasy with him, like a wonderful dream Tsunagu never wanted to wake up from. Shinya made him feel alive, and he wished he wasn’t so afraid to show his love openly and step outside his toxic role of the perfect son, a marionette to his parents, who never cared about what made him happy.

“All I want is to fly with you, all I want is to fall with you.”

Shinya continued the song, and he knew he had won when Tsunagu finally lowered his head, kissing the younger one’s hands and shaking with sobs:

“I don’t want to lose you Shinya. I don’t want to break up. I just want to hold you and love you and I feel no matter how much I love you it’s never enough to break this cycle I’m in. I’m so scared of the unknown but I think I’m ready now to take the risk and follow you there.”

The kiss that followed was long and warm, and so full of love that their hearts threatened to burst from the wonderful intensity of it. Tsunagu cupped his love’s cheeks and closed the distance between them, holding him tight, unwilling to ever let go. This warmth was one he would never get from his parents or anyone, he realized, and it was one he never wanted to lose again. 

“If I do this… are you certain your parents will let me live with you for a while?”

“Babe. They love you. They would be much more upset if I came home without you. We know you won’t be able to pay rent, and nobody expects you to. We just want you to be safe. Even if your parents freeze your account.”

At those words, the blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a large stack of money, much more than Shinya had ever seen:

“Actually, I went to withdraw most of it before meeting you.”

It took Shinya a moment to realize what this implied and then a relived sigh left him:

“This means you knew we’d not break up!”

“My little fiber.. my sweet, soft little fiber, I didn’t know. I was hoping we wouldn’t. I was hoping you would find a way to lead me back to you, away from my fears. What I did know was you would try, and I cannot apologize enough for not trying the same way you do. But now I want to fight.”

He lost himself in the other’s gray, beautiful, brave eyes for a moment and stole another kiss:

“Expensive champagne and cars and mansions are someone else’s dreams. They’re my parents’ dreams, I realize that now. I have my own dreams. One of them is right here in my arms.”

Shinya smiled content, nuzzling into the taller one’s chest and letting this moment of love wash over them. It was like a burning fire, like freedom, to be held by him like this, knowing this rough moment was over. Somehow, he could feel that from now on everything would be alright. And that their love would last for a long time to come.

Love hurts

Yandere!Best Jeanist does what needs to make Shinya his. Angst (?), kidnapping, open ending

„Best Jeanist and I are merely friends, there is really nothing more to it.”

Edgeshot spoke, into a microphone held close to him by an interviewer. He was smiling underneath his mask, Jeanist could see that by the wrinkles forming around his eyes. Friends. That word stung in his heart. It had always stung, ever since they had been teenagers. Ever since he had first fallen in love with Shinya. 

This pain, this unbelievable ache tearing on his heartstrings, broke Tsunagu down more and more with every passing day. Every time the silver-haired hero’s attention wasn’t on him. Every time anyone else spoke to or flirted with him. He had made people cease contact with him before. He still could, but with being a hero, it seemed impossible to keep everyone away from him. 

He loved him. So much that it hurt. Loved him so much that it made his stomach turn with every night he had to think about how the other always just called him his Friend. It tore him apart, like ripping open a small hole in one’s clothes, making it worse with every little tear he had to endure. 

After the interview, Tsunagu walked over to Shinya:

“Hey. Do you want to come over to my place tonight? And watch a movie?”

“Sorry, dude, Ryukyu asked me to hang out already.”

These words stirred his jealousy even more, and it made him so angry; he had gotten rid of people before. Cleverly, without anyone even suspecting it to have been cold-blooded murder. But he couldn’t do that to a hero. Not because he wasn’t willing, quite the opposite, but because he knew it would be much more suspicious. Much more investigated.

“But you promised to spend time with me today.”

He lied, squinting his eyes slightly. Shinya frowned and tilted his head; clearly unsure of what he was talking about:

“Did I?”

“Yes. You did, last week. When you already hung out with her.”

They were getting too close to each other for Tsunagu’s taste, and he was uncomfortable at the thought of something more happening between them. He wanted, needed, Shinya Kamihara to be his. He always daydreamed about holding him. Going on dates with him, and marrying him one day. And yet, the other had never once looked at Tsunagu that way. No, it had always been other people who had his attention, his heart, but all Jeanist had was being his Friend. 

“I- I don’t remember that. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t leave me hanging like that again, Shinya. You promised not to put others above our friendship.”

The word would barely go over his lips. But his heart fluttered as the shorter one sighed and nodded:

“I’m sure I said that. I will cancel my plans with her.”

He had always been so easy to gaslight. So easy to wrap around his finger. That’s why he had always assumed he wouldn’t need to take more drastic measures. 

“Alright. I will cook your favorite food, how does that sound?”

Shinya seemed a bit down about not getting to meet Ryukyu, and Tsunagu’s eye twitched unnoticeably as he realized that. 

Later, the two of them sat on the couch, watching a movie together; Shinya’s favorite, and the two of them could speak almost all the lines by now. They laughed, and the blonde’s heart fluttered at this wonderful moment; at Shinya’s laugh and the way he was enjoying his company. Tsunagu was brushing his hair, as he often did when seeing it messy after a long day, and he could get lost in the softness and smell of it for hours. 

“You have such beautiful hair, Shi.”

He spoke softly, with admiration, and love, but as always, the other took it as nothing more than a platonic compliment:

“Thanks, Tsu. I really try to keep it soft since you gave me tips on how to keep it healthy.”

“Mh, I’m pleased to hear that. You’re doing a really good job with it.”

Tsunagu replied, feeling his stomach grumble:

“How about I make dinner now?”

Shinya agreed, with a smile that drove the blonde insane and nodded. 

As they ate – onigiri with cucumber salad – the ninja hero started to feel drowsy. With a practiced, fake-confused head tilt, Jeanist looked at him:

“Shinya. What’s wrong. You don’t look so good.”

His voice was almost too soft and kind, to the extent that it creeped the younger one out. It was unsettling, to see his smile, which was less worried and more absolutely crazy; like a villain who had just succeeded with an evil plan. He slapped a hand in front of his mouth, dropping the onigiri as realization began to settle in, but it was too late. Tsunagu slowly made his way over to him, caressing his shoulders, and hair, and leaned down, speaking in a low and much too loving voice:

“You left me no choice. I didn’t want to rush this. Oh, you have no idea how much I didn’t want to rush this. But. You’re getting too close to Ryukyu. And I cannot lose you to her. How will you love me if you love her?”

He spoke, his smile spreading wider as Shinya tried but failed to use his quirk. Despite struggling, it was too late; the drug was spreading out in his bloodstream, and his head dropped, caught swiftly as Tsunagu manipulated the fibers of his scarf to keep him from crashing into the table:

“I’ll need you to sleep a bit, my love.”

With that, the world went black.

When Shinya woke up, he was tied to a bed; a big and comfortable one, and he looked around to take in any information he could about his environment; as a hero, he knew what to do in situations like this, and the first thing always had to be to take in as much about one’s surroundings as possible. A low chuckle caught his attention, as Tsunagu walked into the room:

“You’re awake!”

He exclaimed, clearly happy, but it wasn’t the Tsunagu Shinya knew; this one didn’t look at him nicely, with a small smile, and asked about his day. This one smiled like a maniac, with eyes he could only describe as hearteyes, and with an aura of possessiveness.

“Hakamada. What’s going on.”

Shinya spoke firmly, watching the other’s grin drop; clearly disliking being called by his last name. He didn’t reply, only came over to caress his cheek:

“My love.. my sweet little needle. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to be with me.

I’m so happy you’re with me.”

Edgeshot shuddered at these words; the way they were spoken dripping with delusion, and utter obsession, and he wasn’t sure what to reply. 

“Won’t you answer, my darling?”

“What are you talking about. You were my friend. What are you doing?”

He insisted, but the other shook his head, clearly upset:

“Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? Watching you talk to other people. Flirt with other people. Love other people? I need your love but you always gave it to others. I was tearing apart, you can’t even understand, you didn’t leave me a choice. I’ll do anything to have you with me, only me, I need you to love me.”

Not want to. Need to. Shinya thought, seeing now just how far gone the other man was. In a moment of surprise, he wanted to use his quirk again, groaning as it didn’t work; the collar around his neck prevented him from using it.

“What are you doing my fiber? You can’t leave. I just got you. Please, just agree to stay that’s all I need you to do.”

As a human, Shinya wanted to resist and put up a scene. But as a hero, he knew this wasn’t safe; he didn’t know how far the other was willing to go, he had already drugged and kidnapped him. He couldn’t risk being hurt, or worse; getting others hurt. Cooperating also reduced the risk of the denim hero using torture as a device to get Shinya to break. So he let it happen. Just for now, while he came up with a plan and to buy the other heroes some time. What made the situation more dangerous was that Tsunagu was also a hero; no matter how far into his delusion he fell, as the number 4 hero, he still knew all, if not more, of the tricks Shinya did.

“I will stay with you.”

He said, seeing the way his former friend’s face lit up; and it disgusted him. He didn’t struggle as the blonde kissed him. 

“Oh I knew you would come around for me. I’ve been daydreaming about this. About being with you, marrying you...”

He rambled on, pulling out a ring; it looked expensive and was decorated with a beautiful blue stone. Edgeshot hated what this suggested, but simply watched in silence as Tsunagu put it on his finger:

“Won’t you be my husband, Shinya?”

It creeped the smaller one out, how natural and unproblematic this whole situation must have seemed to Jeanist; the way he spoke and moved, albeit much more exaggerated, was exactly how he had always spoken and acted around Shinya. 

“I will be your husband.”

If only for his own safety, which held top priority right now. He couldn’t afford for the other to use more drastic measures. And even if he knew that Shinya was merely acting, as long as he gave the other what he wanted, it should be alright. 

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Tsunagu.”

A chuckle erupted from the other as he leaned down and caught Shinya in another kiss, crawling on top of him, but doing nothing more than that; only kissed, and cupped his face, with the same care with which he had put the ring on him. The obsession in his eyes cooled down to something Shinya couldn’t quite identify. He allowed the other to caress his face and hair, mumbling variations of

“I love you so much”, “You’re all mine now..” and even “You know I had to do this right?”

What was relieving was that the other didn’t seem to want to hurt him; he didn’t seem to want more than kisses, and Shinya could get through that. As long as he didn’t give the other a reason to lose his patience again, he was comparably safe. Shinya closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm his still-racing heart down; he was scared, but as long as he played it safe, there wasn’t too much to worry about. Tsunagu alone wouldn’t be able to defeat multiple other heroes, realistically seen, so all Shinya needed to do was hold through and wait for help. He had done that before, and this situation only hurt so much because it was someone he had thought he could trust. Someone he had liked and appreciated as a friend. Maybe, if Tsunagu had spoken about his feelings, he could have even returned them.

“Tsu.”

He said, more softly than before:

“Could you please get off me?”

Quickly the other obliged, lying down next to him instead, with more soft touches to his face:

“Of course, darling. Fiber of my heart, I’d do anything for you. Anything to make you happy, anything I can.” 

So he’s willing to keep me ‘comfortable’. That’s good. Edgeshot thought, turning his head towards the other man; he couldn’t help but feel sorry in a way. The way he acted, it was clear how badly he had been craving having Shinya to himself. It didn’t excuse his behavior, but Shinya knew that he needed to think deeper than his own understanding; Tsunagu had expressed it as painful, so he needed to believe that, if he wanted to cooperate in a safe manner. If it was painful to the taller man to not have Shinya’s love, surely it would be beneficial to play pretend to get him into a better mood.

“If you want me happy you have to promise not to hurt anyone. Focus on me.”

“I couldn’t focus on anyone else right now, you’re with me. That’s all that matters. And I will never hurt you. It feels so good to have you here, do you know that? Don’t you feel the same?”

The lovesickness in his eyes only grew, as Shinya nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He urged the other to speak it out loud. Not with words or actions, but simply with an expectant glance. 

“Yes, it’s nice.”

It seemed like Tsunagu wasn’t eager to hurt anyone per se, and if not given a reason to, would avoid it. Still a hero, after all, just one with twisted morals and lacking limits on how far to go for love. Shinya didn’t even want to know how long he had been like that or if anything between them had ever been normal. Didn’t want to know if any of the disappearances of people he knew oh so briefly, could be led back to Tsunagu. For his own sanity, he chose to pretend that his kidnapper had never hurt anyone.

“Are you hungry my love? Thirsty?”

“Not very, no.”

“Alright. Wonderful.”

The blonde said, his voice almost a giggle, as he wrapped his arm around Edgeshot, catching him in an embrace, and resting his head on the ninja-heroes chest. Listening to his heartbeat. And the younger one let him, knowing it was all he could do to get a moment to think. His mind flashed with thoughts about how surely, the Denim Hero wouldn’t be stupid enough to untie him at any point or take off his collar. He imagined he would feed him, and wash him, and dress him however he desired. At least the threads holding him in place weren’t painful. 

He turned his head, looking at his former friend; who was sleeping peacefully with a soft smile on his lips. It was almost scary how sound asleep he was in a situation like that, but Shinya understood, in a way, that this relief of tension and pain must have made him tired. A tear ran down his face now, which he tried to wipe away on the pillow; he was scared, of course, as anyone would be, but more than that he was saddened. Saddened about how someone he considered a good friend, his best friend even, could do something like this. How his mind wasn’t normal like he had always thought it was. How they would never normally watch movies together again. Shinya didn’t doubt that he would be rescued and that Tsunagu would be put to justice. But despite all of that, it hurt to realize that all the times they spent together would be washed away now. He had liked him, he really had. Deeply, and he had cherished their friendship ever since they started talking.

With his mind running, he looked back up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and hoped to be lulled back into some form of rest soon.

Update: Fuck hands

Sketch because the lineart is killing me. Like. I feel like I fully unlearned how to draw. Please send help.

Flat colors!

Cant think of a background so uwu Done boys :3

Love Hurts (Part 2)

Yandere!Jeanist again except I prefer he didn't hurt or kill people. So he didn't lol. The Erikas are an idea I got from one of the Black Butler musicals that absolutely wrenched me free of every tear I could have possibly shed. Thanks again anon for the ask! :)

The first part has an open ending which I also liked so this isn't necessarily the only possible one :) Angst, positive ending, Yandere

It’s been weeks since Shinya had been taken away by Tsunagu. He was still tied to the bed, his limbs so numb they didn’t even hurt anymore. The blonde had been treating him nothing but well, aside from the involuntary kisses, but even those were kept short and gentle. Shinya thought that if Tsunagu had admitted something sooner, they could have even been a couple. He wouldn’t have suspected anything.

“My little fiber, I brought you rice balls. Please eat something?”

He asked; for a good reason. Shinya hadn’t accepted food in two days and was starting to be really hungry. It wasn’t that Tsunagu had drugged it again since kidnapping the Ninja hero, but it felt so wrong to accept his favorite food now. The Denim Hero sat down by the bed, holding out one of them for the younger one to take a bite. Smiling widely as he did so:

“Oh, I’m so glad. I was beginning to think you were sick. Is it good? I made it as always. Do you want soy sauce?”

“No thank you, Tsu.”

Shinya replied, calmly, as if nothing was wrong. This had worked those past weeks; it was almost scary how normal Tsunagu acted; he wasn’t forceful, wasn’t pushing him at all, always spoke with the same kindness his voice had held since the two of them had met. He seemed content with Shinya just being there, living in his own delusion of being happily married. Shinya wasn’t scared at all which allowed him to think rationally; the other heroes should come soon, probably having a very clear plan ready. Knowing Jeanist’s patterns would give them at least an idea of where the two of them might have disappeared to.

“Tsunagu? Can I ask you something?”

He asked carefully, catching the taller one’s attention:

“Of course, anything.”

“Why didn’t you confess to me? Earlier, I mean. Why did you keep this to yourself?”

It was a question asked in genuine curiosity. Why had the man let himself fall so deep into this pit of obsession and heartache?

“Oh! Oh, that’s easy. You never paid attention to me, the way you did to others.”

Hearing this hurt, but Shinya knew he was right; he had always seen Tsunagu as a friend, and seeing him flirt with others, of any gender no less, must have hurt like hell. Shinya understood that.

“Were you scared to lose me? We could have talked about it. We’ve known each other for so long.”

“I couldn’t live if I lost you, my darling.”

The denim hero replied, his voice sounding full of genuine fear and pain. He stayed silent until Shinya finished eating, then stood up, looking towards the door; like he was waiting. Of course, he knew that somebody would be coming to take away his love. To steal the medicine to a pain he couldn’t handle any longer. Shinya noticed his gaze:

“Tsu. Tsunagu, look at me.”

It was surprising to hear that, but the blonde did; his eyes shining with a strange mix of emotions. The bit of light that was shining in through the pulled-down blinds looked pretty on Shinya’s face, but with each passing day, his tied-up body felt more and more out of place. Tsunagu was trying to push down that feeling but he couldn’t. He went over, laying down, and caressing Shinya’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, with a sadder expression.

“Are you happy seeing me like this? Unable to move? With no choice?”

Shinya asked, wondering just how deep this delusion Tsunagu had built up was; feeling like it had become more shallow. It was silent for a moment, time ticking by awfully slow, but there was no tension. Just silence and Shinya allowed himself to turn his head after a while:

“Tsu, please answer.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“Why is that? Because it becomes real when you do? I promise you, we can figure something out.”

The older one’s caresses became more firm, not in a mad way, it wasn’t angry at all, it was desperate. Scared, he was scared:

“I was so happy, having you with me, being able to kiss you. I was happy seeing you all the time but it feels.. wrong now. I want you... I want... I..”

“You are such a clever man, Tsu, you know you will be going to prison right? I can plead for you. If they believe me it’s not Stockholm. I can get you mental help.”

Shinya explained, giving a gentle smile for the first time in weeks, as Tsunagu only listened:

“Wouldn’t you like it if I visited you every day out of my own free will? If I came to see you because I care about you and not because you have me restrained? You haven’t hurt people. You haven’t killed anyone. Tsu, you are not beyond help. You just need to allow yourself to get it.”

“But I kidnapped you. I drugged you and stole you.”

Tsunagu said, and Shinya saw a single tear on the other’s cheek. The atmosphere was weirdly calming, and the gray-haired man continued talking:

“I forgive you for that. You need help, help I can’t give you and I know you’re not going to be happy like this long-term. I will make you a promise if you agree. I promise you will not lose me as a friend. I will not leave you. I will not let you serve more time than the court gives you. But I want you to promise in return to get help. There are good mental facilities, they are not all bad. I will support you.”

“But.. but you won’t love me.”

“Tsu, there are more kinds of love than romantic. I love you as a friend. I care about you so much. I want you to be okay, and I know you are not a bad person. You aren’t, you are a hero. I’ve known you for so long, and you are kind and nice, and talented. I admire you. But you have to prove to everyone that you can be good.”

Tsunagu was about to reply as the door flew open with a crash; seconds before people stormed in; Endeavor and Mirko first, followed by Hawks, all ready to fight and Tsunagu looked at his love with fear in his eyes.

“Don’t attack!!”

Shinya yelled, and the three froze, keeping out anyone still outside the door. One last kiss fell on his lips before Tsunagu got up from the bad, calmly and slowly how he had been taught to in a situation like that. He slowly raised his hands, closing them into fists to signify he wasn’t going to use his quirk on them.

The heroes all looked confused, even more so as Tsunagu began to cry more, with heartwrenching sobs, not resisting at all as Mirko pinned him down. Shinya asked her to be gentle, and Jeanist only moved his hands to free Shinya from the threads holding him trapped against the bed; it hurt to move his limbs after so long, but he could stand with Hawks’ help:

“I will keep my promise, I hope you know that Tsu. I want you to get better. I will just need to see when I can visit you. But I promise you I will come. It might hurt until then, and you might feel like I will not, but I promise you so much that I will.”

The days passed, it was a struggle for Shinya to rush through checkups, assuring the doctors and his colleagues he was fine. It was a struggle to get through psychological checkups and to convince people that his care for Tsunagu was genuine and not a result of trauma. It wasn’t Stockholm, because the feelings were the same as before; he wanted to be the blonde’s friend and wanted him to be happy. He couldn’t love him romantically, but he could platonically. And could and wanted to support him. It took a lot of convincing, especially to Endeavor and Mirko, to be allowed to go see Tsunagu again.

And when it was finally time, he brought a single Erika flower to the prison; Tsunagu looked terrible when Shinya saw him; thin, like he hadn’t eaten, and tired. His mind had probably gotten to him and he surely must have wondered if the younger one would really come.

“Hey. I finally made it. I’m sorry it took so long.”

He spoke gently, watching as the other perked up and came to the cell’s door:

“Shi.. I was-“

He started, but the younger one interrupted him; smiling and handing him the flower:

“I know. I had a hard time trying to be allowed to see you. I brought you a flower. Erikas signify friendship, I thought you might like it as a promise.”

“But flowers wilt..”

“I know they do. But our friendship won’t. Not if you get the help you need. If you promise to try your best to get better. And I make another promise; until your heart feels better, I will not start dating. Not Ryukyu and not anyone. I want you to be comfortable. And I don’t want you to feel like I do anything to hurt you on purpose. So I will wait.”

The blonde stared for a moment, then slowly nodded; he wanted to say Shinya didn’t have to do it but he appreciated it too much for that. His heart throbbed so badly already at the knowledge that the younger one would never reciprocate his romantic feelings.

“It hurts so much.”

“I know, Tsu. That’s why I hope that the facility you’ll be brought to will help. If you make an effort, they will shorten your sentence. I pleaded for that. I went through a psychological check-up, one that deemed me in the right state to make such a statement. It hurts me too to see you in pain like that. But I can’t soothe it by making myself unhappy by faking feelings that aren’t there. But a friendship isn’t worth less than a romance. I hope you know that. You won’t lose my attention. Not again.”

He said, taking the other’s hand through the bars; it was warm, and soft, and comfortable. For a moment they just stood there, calmly, and listening to the noises of other people talking:

“If you want to be a hero again, and regain everyone else’s trust, you will have to work really hard for that. I cannot promise it will be a success. I cannot promise you will be okay. I can only promise you that I will be there but only if you try.”

“What if I won’t be better?”

“I am optimistic. I know you. But if not then we will have to see from there. It’s normal that there won’t be instant improvements, and it’s normal for there to be declines from time to time. I want you to know that so you don’t lose hope. You will need that hope and you can’t give up.”

Shinya spoke, his voice still soft and calm. Tsunagu looked at him, being the one to let go of the short one’s hand:

“What if I tried only for you?”

“Then you still try. I’m sure you will be able to do it for yourself, once you start improving. I just want you to know you’re not alone at all. I know your mind will plague you enough.”

For the rest of the allowed visitation time, the two talked; not always about relevant things, some moments were spent entirely on memories, jokes and plans. Shinya promised to take him skating again. To have movie nights and dinners still. Tsunagu even agreed to try and speak with Ryukyu as well about everything. Once her anger died down.

Months flew by like minutes, and the mental facility Tsunagu stayed at permanently now, after his seven-month-long prison sentence, helped him greatly. Therapy was provided and he could speak freely about his feelings. His obsession and the unbearable pain. He was trying different medications, all safely observed by doctors, and Shinya visited him often. After around three months, other heroes had also started seeing him again. Especially scary was the moment of Gang Orca stomping towards him, causing him to flinch thinking he’d hit him only to be pulled into a tight hug.

“Tsunagu how much of an idiot are you?!”

He had said, but with the explanations and Tsunagu’s attempt at redemption, was more worried than angry. Shinya forgave him after all, so he was willing to do the same. It didn’t change what he did and that certainly wouldn’t be forgotten, but there was room for forgiveness nonetheless.

There was improvement, good improvement, only interrupted by days where Tsunagu felt like dying; pain overwhelming him along with despair of having surrendered without a fight. He was upset those days, angry with himself, and the only talking he did with people was when he asked the staff for some time alone. As alone as they let him be at that point. But overall, the worst thing about this facility was that he couldn’t wear his beloved denim fabric; trapped in ugly uncreative clothes he wanted to pimp with literally anything.

After over a year, he was allowed to return to his own apartment; still needing to serve mandatory therapy sessions, but overall free again. He did a lot of social work during this time, soon retaking leadership of his agency. Many of his sidekicks had left, while others stayed loyal to him albeit with cracked trust.

The pain was also a loyal companion, but now it wasn’t as bad. He wasn’t keeping it hidden to himself. Shinya wasn’t unaware of his feelings. Everyone knew now and everyone supported him when he needed time. It wasn’t jealousy now when Shinya was with Ryukyu, it was something else he couldn’t explain. But he got the other’s attention in equal amounts now, and the platonic aura, the different look Shinya gave him began to feel like something special rather than something bad. They were best friends. They could rely on each other. And fight together and even though he would never wake up to kiss Shinya, he could still wake up laughing with him after falling asleep on the couch during a movie.

But what was even stronger than the pain was the pure happiness of not losing Shinya’s light. He would be able to appreciate the friendship fully, one day, he knew that he could, if he just kept on putting effort into accepting the help that had been long overdue.

And that brought him a spark of peace he’d never felt.

In Another Life

Here you go anon! I decided to write this one before the Karaoke one because I felt like it lol. I changed a little bit bc it fit my vision better I hope you don't mind. After the Karaoke one I will also likely take a break from suggestions bc I think I have some ideas of my own that I'd like to do AND I am super busy with uni ^^" I love your ideas though and in case you are writing too I am curious :) Soulmates, angst with happy ending (kinda), death, rebirth

Tsunagu’s functioning lung burned with the effort of using his last strength to find Shinya. The battlefield was a mess, bodies everywhere, not all of them dead and he hoped more than anything that Shinya would be among the alive ones. Dust stung his eyes, causing them to tear up and making his vision blurry. He barely noticed the blood from his own wounds, ignored all of his own pain in his despair to find his boyfriend.

“Shinya please...!”

He called out as loudly as he could manage and almost would have missed the other man if it weren’t for the bright red color of his scarf. He stopped, dropping down on his knees to assess the situation:

Shinya’s upper body seemed intact, apart from a few scratches and minimal wounds, but his lower body was nothing but a thin string, left over from extensive use of his quirk. Tsunagu’s breath was heavy and labored and he was too exhausted to hold back tears.

“Shinya… Shinya…”

He could only mutter, relieved as the man opened his eyes; there was a soft smile on his face, one filled with so much sadness and… no, there was no fear. Shinya knew what would happen. Tsunagu knew it as well, knew both their destinies. Now that the panic settled down, he was more aware of his own wounds; and they were bad. Tsunagu had walked death’s tightrope before, many times, but he was beginning to be sick of refusing the urge to let himself fall. Especially now that he saw Shinya like this.

“Tsu… hi. Did we win?”

Peace and calm were still his first priority, even in a moment like this. The blonde couldn’t help but feel the deepest admiration for that. He nodded, stroking the other’s hair despite the thick layer of hairspray that held them in shape:

“We did, my treasure, we won. All For One is gone. Shigaraki is gone. You… you did so amazing, your sacrifice saved us..”

He muttered, sobbing more as the ninja-hero reached up to wipe the tears from his cheek; his eyes caring and loving yet tired. So tired:

“I’m glad. You did so well too, you are amazing.”

Shinya breathed and the blonde leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead; the moment felt soft more than anything, like he was doing nothing more than comfort a sick child. Tsunagu propped Shinya’s head up slightly, holding him and feeling a weak arm drape around his waist soon after. He could feel his pulse slow gradually, but refused to die in silence:

“Shi… my beautiful little fiber. Do you remember our first date?”

He asked, even though just breathing was agony. He wanted to keep up the other’s smile, even if it seemed selfish; he didn’t want his love to die in fear or sadness, or loneliness. Didn’t want to see a frown on his face in their last moments. The noises around them made him fear that Shinya wouldn’t hear his quiet voice.

“Mhm by the park at night.”

The gray-haired man replied, and Tsunagu tried to ignore the blood running down Shiny’s chin; he was more hurt than he had assumed. But still, he forced a chuckle:

“You counted that as a date?”

“Of course... I counted all our hang-outs as a date.”

He replied and Tsunagu was taken slightly aback. His heart sank as realization sat in, not of his own death, but that his lover lay dying in his arms. Realization of how many things they would be missing out on, all the plans they had that would go down in the aftermath of a war they had won; at a price Tsunagu never wanted to pay. But such is life, he told himself, as his hands started to shake with the effort of even keeping his boyfriend up. He thought back at his life, all his achievements but most especially all the time he got to spend with the most wonderful boyfriend he could have ever asked for. Boyfriend. That word clung to his heart like a heavy stone, pulling it down and he asked something he regretted he hadn’t asked earlier:

“Shinya? If we got another shot… another chance to be together after death… would you marry me?”

It was clear that the younger one was surprised by the sudden question, but he forced out a loving chuckle as he nodded:

“I would in a heartbeat, Tsu. A million times.”

The raspiness of his voice broke the Jeans hero’s heart, somewhat more than the following words did:

“I’m feeling cold. I… I’m so tired Tsu.”

“It’s okay Shinya. You can rest, I’ll be right behind you.”

~

A few minutes later, all people still in a state for it went around looking for survivors. Kamui was the first to fall on the couple:

“Over here, I got Edgeshot and Best Jeanist! Hey, you two..”

The last words were softer as he went towards them, convinced that once more, death had tried and failed to get them into his grasp. When he got no response, he stopped for a moment before stepping closer again:

“Edge. Jeanist. We need to treat your wounds.”

He stared for a long moment at the way they were holding each other, Jeanist in an almost strange position; kneeling, barely fallen over as if even in death he wanted to upkeep his perfect appearance. He reached out to shake the taller of the two, in an attempt to wake him but was stopped.

Mt Lady’s soft hand on his shoulder felt more like an order to let the two rest than it felt like comfort; they weren’t breathing, and somehow it was clear to her that they were more than just unconscious. Kamui withdrew, in disbelief, but nodded. Instead of shaking Tsunagu, he put him down into a more comfortable seeming position; laying next to Shinya, as if they were merely cuddling during their sleep.

“You’re such a softie.”

Mt Lady said, the playful tone slipping into genuine adoration for her boyfriend’s soft heart. She took his hand, squeezing it tightly:

“They died a death any hero dreams of; while protecting people. And we won, they surely knew that. We had the honor to fight with them, there is nothing more we have the right to wish for.”

“I know. But it still hurts.”

She merely nodded in understanding; he was right, of course. It would hurt. For a long time, probably. But that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t take anything from it. This sort of death was the most heroic thing anyone could take upon themself in order to fulfill their role. Both of them had sacrificed themselves to save people and they had won. And they deserved to rest.

~

Shinya was a beautiful man. He had been ever since Tsunagu met him as a student when he’d worked at a café as a Barista. It was how he kept himself afloat during his apprenticeship to become a hairstylist, and it had been quite nice. They’d become very close, as Shinya became a regular customer, and a cheesy message on a cup reading “Date with me after my shift?” brought them together.

They couldn’t remember their past lives and only had a strange urge to not become heroes when they were younger. They always admired them, sure, but felt wrong thinking about becoming heores themselves. It seemed like stress and trouble.

Shinya’s beauty could break through even the darkest of days. His smile was kind and genuine and it shone even brighter on the day they got married; in gorgeous dresses Tsunagu had sewn himself, and it was the happiest day the two of them could have ever imagined.

Tsunagu owned his own hair salon now, with a reputation for loving to try around with crazy and special hairstyles. One would never expect that seeing his well-kempt and almost perfect appearance but making art with others’ hair made his eyes shine with a passion unlike anything else. Shinya had realized at some point that he didn’t have that kind of passion for anything and so he’d just become the blonde’s receptionist, always greeting customers with a bright smile and lighting the room with his presence. This way, he could also be close to Tsunagu, something many people thought would surely be annoying at some point, to always be around one’s spouse, but the two of them didn’t think so at all. It was something wonderful, and sometimes the child they had adopted would keep them company as well.

All in all; it was a life many people could only dream of, perfect and wonderful and their biggest worry was the bookkeeping they’d have to do on weekends. A tiny feeling in their hearts told them that this wasn’t their first time loving each other, and they made many theories about it, only to never reach a conclusion other than being soulmates.

What deepened this thought was when a young boy came in; 16 years old at most, with spiky cream-colored hair that Tsunagu couldn’t help but feel familiar with. He had quite the attitude, nagging about not wanting a haircut to Shinya who simply sat there with an awkward smile, shaking his hands with the words:

“I’m not forcing you!”

He asked the boy for his name nonetheless, in case he wanted to cancel the appointment or reschedule it, and a smirk curled up on the blonde’s face as he heard it:

“Tsunagu Bakugo.”

Soooo I wanted to make a little animation and Shinya was supposed to look more ghost like of glowy but I couldnt figure out how sooo

Illusion

TW Torture Tsunagu has a shitty time but his husband is there for comfort (or is he). Angst, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

Edit a day later bc I forgot: Happy bday worm boy!

„Your eyes are green?“

Shinya exclaimed, standing on his toes to grab Tsunagus's face and look deeper into his eyes. God, he was beautiful. Pretty eyes. A pretty smile. Silky silver hair. And such a cute voice. The blonde was sure that this was the moment he fell in love with the other.

Intense pain tore him out of this memory, a knife scratching against the bone of his thigh. He didn’t want to scream but his own voice ringing in his ears told him he had failed. The feeling wouldn’t allow for any control over himself and he didn’t know how long this had gone on for. It could have been minutes or days, pain spreading so evenly across his body that it was really impossible to tell.

“There there, Tsu, you’re okay.”

Shinya told him, though he didn’t sound right. His voice sounded far away despite his face being mere inches from the blonde’s. And that did not look quite right either, it was too perfect, too right. He wanted to feel his husband’s touch, but he always seemed just a bit too far to lean against.

“Please…”

A whimper that escaped his lips as the knife came down again, surprisingly finding an untouched spot; he wasn’t begging for the person who tortured him to stop. He was begging for Shinya to help him. Kiss him. Hold him. Anything.

“You know I can’t Tsu.”

The person in front of him said something, and Tsunagu didn’t know if he answered, only focused on the gray-haired hero, who still wore the same soft smile. It almost drove the blonde insane, just as much as it calmed him.

“You know I’m not really here, right?”

Another scream, with tears falling down his cheeks; surely the knife had just barely missed his bone this time because he looked down to see it deeply stuck in his thigh; breath heavy from screaming and enduring. His stomach cramped from writhing and trying to catch his breath, and his throat was sore from over-using his voice and dehydration. Suddenly, it was dark. And silent, and his mind wouldn’t click back into place correctly; when had his torturer left? When had it gotten so dark? He tried to focus, but his brain would spit out nothing but minimal observations. Darkness, so he’d been there at least one day, as it had been dark before despite the large windows. Dehydration so bad he was sure he had already begged for water, so likely longer than just a day. Hallucinations.

“Shinya…”

He mumbled, panic rising in him as his husband’s voice went missing.

“Shinya I need you.”

“I know. How about we focus on another memory? How about… how about our first date?”

That was good enough for Tsunagu. The darkness was already all around him after all and so it was easy to let his mind wander to the night of their first date. It had been unofficial, merely a spontaneous idea after Shinya had figured out an idea for his hero hairstyle. They’d met by the park, under the bright lights, and talked about it. It seemed amazing that this night had been around 18 years ago already, pretty much half his life, and more than half of the other’s.

“My little thread, remind me how late it was?”

“I don’t know anything you don’t know, love.”

The ninja hero replied and Tsunagu groaned. His head pounded, and he wasn’t sure if he liked being aware of that. Being aware meant Shinya being gone. Being with his thoughts and fear and not pretty gentle memories. It also meant that the anxiety came back. Not so much about dying, but rather because he didn’t know if he spilled information.  His mind was too far gone, too clouded when his torturer was there. Thinking had become so hard and his memory wasn’t functioning well. He didn’t want to speak about things he shouldn’t speak about, but he didn’t know if he was able to control it in those moments.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he was crying. The feeling on his cheeks suggested it but his eyes didn’t burn and the pounding in his head was ever-present. Maybe he was, he wished he could ask Shinya, but he wasn’t here and he wouldn’t say. All he ever did was smile and fill his ears with sweet words. Guide his thoughts towards sweet memories and remind him over and over that he wasn’t real. That he wouldn’t touch him. Or hug him. Or kiss him. That he wouldn’t caress his hair or cheeks.

Breathing was getting hard. Keeping his eyes open was too, and Tsunagu could feel his life slipping away from him, slowly, but it was dripping away like the blood from his broken nose. It didn’t seem all that bad to let it happen. He craved a moment of peace and a break from the unbearable pain.

“Goodbye, Shinya.”

He said, smiling for the first time since he woke up in that chair. Letting go seemed wonderful, just this one time where death would win him over. And Shinya was smiling as well, and that didn’t make it any easier to regain his fight. It felt like encouragement, like praise almost, to make him believe it was the right thing to do.

“Goodbye, my little thread.”

And then he went numb. Blissfully so, as all the pain left him behind with nothing but a dizzy blur in his mind. One that turned into a nice last image; of Shinya being there with him, speaking to him. Tsunagu strangely could move again, reaching out his hand to put it on his husband’s cheek. And paused, his heart skipping a beat.

“You’re real.”

He forced out, and watched as the other broke into a tearful laugh:

“Of course, I’m real Tsu, what do you mean?”

The blonde couldn’t say more. His mind began to focus a bit, enough for him to realize he was at the hospital. And Shinya was there, really there, physically and only one touch away. Kugo was too, but Tsunagu barely had the mental strength to focus on more than his environment and husband. And then reacted in the only way he could manage; by crying his soul out. Crying until his head hurt while holding Shinya’s face in his hands. It wasn’t a happy or relieved cry, but a shameful one, for allowing himself to give up at what apparently was the last moment before being saved. And everything he could remember came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, harsh and all at once. Eventually, nurses came in to give him calming medications, and to check him over. But having Shinya ushered away only made him freak out more and he begged for the staff to let Shinya stay by his side to hold his hand.

“Tsu. Tsu, my love, calm down you’re okay. I’m here. Please, breathe. Slow.”

He obeyed. Maybe because the medication was taking effect, but also because his husband could tell him to jump off a bridge and he’d do it no questions asked. His breath became more regular, and he struggled to keep his now shaky hand wrapped around the other’s. It took a while until he sank back into the pillows.

“I’m not a professional but it almost seems like you should make use of your privileges he has to a private room and stay with him, Edgeshot.”

Kugo said, his voice filled with relief and worry alike. He turned to leave, and for the first time Tsunagu looked at him as well, opening his mouth but was quickly shushed:

“Don’t you dare apologize. I know. You’re fine. Just rest and appreciate hearing that heart monitor beep. 5 minutes, that’s a miracle even for you.”

With those words he left, knowing it would get his friend thinking enough to rest. He had been dead for 5 minutes so, and had /still/ managed to escape death. Thanks to the medical staff and his fellow heroes, of course, but at this point it seemed ridiculous.

“Shinya… I kept seeing you…”

The blonde whispered tiredly, closing his eyes. Exhaustion won over him, so he couldn’t hear the other’s reply. But feeling his hand was more than enough to finally guide him into a calm, dreamless sleep. Shinya was really there, Tsunagu was safe, and that was all that mattered.

OMG THEM I LOVE THEM HIS IS AMAZING LOOK AT THEM

Wear the dress Miniya Tinyhara!!

Happy Birthday, bestie~

I haven't drawn in ages, so it felt good to finish something with tender energy. Quite the shift from my villain content, but fixations often come pretty late for me!

I am living in a timeline where Edgeshot becomes Chibiedge until he gets healed back into his full form. But until then, he can travel in Best Jeanist's pocket and they can reignite their old connection while doing small handcrafts! Building a ninja dollhouse! Cooking in a miniature kitchen! Dressing up your small, lethal bestie into little clothes you sew for him! A great quality time together!

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