Fem!reader.

Fem!reader.

To say 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 was mad was an understatement, because he was fucking fuming. His rough and scarred hands clawing at anything they could grab on to, with the unfortunate victim being the arm rest of the couch he was sitting on, well— half sitting on, considering the fact that his body, trembling in rage, was hunched so far forward that it looked like he would slip off at any second.

Kaminari— who was seated beside him (albeit further away then usual) decided he wouldn’t make a snide comment on this one, like he normally would, because he knew the moment he’d open up his big mouth, his head would no longer be attached to the neck. So he fought against his urges to tease the hot head and just mind his own business, though occasionally throwing him glances to make sure that he would not become Bakugou’s next victim when the armrest gets boring to scratch at.

‘I’ll kill that bastard, I’ll really kill him this time!’ The ash blond screams in his head, his fierce, red eyes locked onto one thing and one thing only— you. You looked so pretty in your casual clothes, better then the ugly fucking gym clothes you’d choose to wear when training, because the design of them does you no justice. But these clothes do. It’s cold today, so he’s at least glad you decided to be smart for once and wear a long sleeved shirt to stay relatively warm.

Though it’s not your choice of clothing Bakugou should be focused on right now, but the damn stupid extra, cluelessly standing right in front of you, and although you don’t seem to mind the closeness of their presence, It’s way too close for Bakugou’s liking, because in his opinion, you should communicate with anyone at least three feet away. But alas, he doesn’t own you and you have free will to say and do whatever you please. Though sometimes he wished you wouldn’t, not when the person you’re talking with is him.

Stupid, fucking, Deku.

Stupid fucking Deku who smiles at you so sweetly— a hand on your shoulder while you both converse about hero society and whatnot. Boring stuff that Bakugou couldn’t give a shit about, which is exactly why he shooed you off with a ‘leave me alone’ and left to take a seat when you tried to get him immersed into the conversation. Though now— if he knew how your attention would be solely onto the damn nerd, smiling and looking at him like he hung the stars and more— he would have put up with it and kept guard.

Is he jealous? No, Bakugou doesn’t get jealous. He gets angry. And when he gets angry, he takes it out on anything and anyone. So— with the already little patience he had, had finally dried up, he wastes not time in shooting up from the couch and stalking over towards the both of you, ignoring Kaminari’s exaggerated, loud exhale of relief when he leaves.

He successfully makes his presence known— either from his heavy booted footsteps thumping across the hardwood floor in your direction, or how he’s already shouting loud profanities at the top of his lungs, directed to the poor green head nerd he’s been violently eying for the past minute. “Damn Deku! Get your grubby hands offa’ her!” There’s not a hint remorse laced in his tone, a sign that he’s not messing around.

Izuku quickly does as he’s told, throwing his hands up in front of his face defensively, praying to god that he didn’t anger the boy even more the he already is, when he unconsciously lets out a small, pathetic ‘eek—!’ in surprise. “K-kaachan! What’s wrong?! What did I do?!” He stutters out, mentally passing out when his arms are swatted away and his shirt collar is roughly being pulled upwards, his tips of his feet just barely kissing the ground.

“What do you think you did, ya damn loser!” He carelessly shakes the poor, smaller boy around in air— excavating multiple scared squeaks from him in to process. And when you start to see vibrant, red sparks emit from the blond haired boys hand, you decide to finally step in and break them up.

“Katsuki, quit it. Leave Izuku alone, he didn’t do whatever you’re mad about.” He turns his head towards you, his previously narrowed eyes slightly softening when they land on your face. And although you’re staring at him in annoyance— he still thinks you look as beautiful as you did the day he met you, all while unconsciously letting his hand loosen and dropping Midoriya from his grip, letting him fall ass first on the floor.

“You’re on first name basis with this guy? When did you get so close with him?” He asks, mentally cursing himself by how much softer his voice sounds when it’s directed towards you. You blink once, then twice, making his eyes twitch when you blink a third time. “God, don’t look at me like that!” He tries to ignore the way his face starts to feel hotter, but he’s sure his ears are bright red.

“Why… do you care, who I’m friends with, or who I’m close to?” You slowly question— sending Midoriya an apologetic, tilted smile when he cautiously waves you off and quietly crawls away from the now awkward situation he found himself in. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything, I can bond with whoever I want to. But since you asked, Izuku and I grew close when I helped him confess to his feelings Ochako.”

Now it’s his turn to blink in confusion, staring at you like you grew a second head. “You mean, those two idiots are… dating?” You nod, a teasing smile slowly etching across your face at his baffled expression. “And you don’t have feelings for him… do you?” You once again, nod, making Bakugou let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Why do you wanna know? You jealous or something? Ohh, I see. You like me, don’t you.” Except your teasing words don’t receive the reaction you were expecting. Usually when teased about his feelings, Bakugou would blow up and threaten your life, but this time, his voice his just above a whisper as he embarrassedly looks off to the side.

“Yeah… maybe i do. So what?”

sprint fic | three

prompt: birthday gift (unofficial) character(s): shinazugawa sanemi description: a super belated fic for sanemi's birthday </3 sorry i forgot about you king... i know more about wristwatches than i have ever known before. tho i'll probably forget it all later lol tag(s)/warning(s): modern au wc: 772

“You’re late.” Sanemi gives you a flat, unimpressed look. “You do realize what day it is, right?” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” You shrink a little, hoping that staring at him through your lashes will grant some reprieve. It’s no good, though—he’s been used to your charms since the day you met, a decade ago in the same freshman high school class. It does make you feel a little better that he’s never cared much for birthdays—excluding his younger siblings’, at least. “I mean, better late than never, right?” 

Sanemi rolls his eyes, but he takes the little box from you with both hands, inspecting the wrapping—deep green paper with little white speckles, played up with a little twine bow. The presentation is rather pretty, you think, having chosen the paper yourself, after all. 

“Don’t give me that look,” he scolds, a little wrinkle in his nose. 

“What look?” You smile. 

“The one you get when you think I’ll like what’s inside,” he says, squinting at you.

“I think you will,” laughter bubbles up, “otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten it for you. It took a lot of thinking, you know? C’mon, open it.” 

His gaze lasts a moment longer before he mumbles under his breath, finding an overlapping crease of paper to pluck the tape off. He’s meticulous as he unwraps, but Sanemi has always been a particular when it comes to the strangest things: unwrapping gifts, folding laundry, making sure the sink is spotless after every meal. It’s what you like about him—these little surprises, and the active demonstration of one brings a smile to your face as you watch him. 

“I know you’d probably kick my ass if I got you something stupid,” you say, watching him fold the wrapping paper to tuck neatly into his jacket pocket—along with the twine, useless and bare as it looks when separated from the snug perimeter of its box, “but I saw this and thought it’d suit you. Plus, well, I know you’re a nerd for these kinds of things, so…”

Sanemi grunts, a soft, distracted sound as he pulls open the top of the box. It’s equal parts amusing and nerve-wracking to watch his expression change, molting from neutrality to surprise as he reveals a watch. 

It’s tucked neatly against the velvet of its case, sleek and beautiful. The hands, marks, crown, and bezel are golden, contrasting slyly against the matte black of the watches’ dial. It’ll sit well on his wrist, you think, and resist the urge to turn and run when his gaze rises to meet yours, face pleasantly uncreased, smoothed over with nonplussed disbelief. 

“You,” he starts, and then closes his mouth—casting his eyes back down at the watch and then up again. “How did you know?” he asks. 

“Maybe I just know you really well,” you smile. 

“Idiot,” he murmurs, mixing the softened line of his brow with an unconvincing insult, “you shouldn’t have.” 

“Maybe not,” you tease, shrugging, “but I wanted to get you something you’d at least like looking at. You like watches. Plus, Genya likes to play with them too, right? You got him one for his birthday last year. The two of you can match or somethin’.”  

“You remembered the model of Genya’s watch?” Sanemi asks, disbelieving. 

“Well, yeah,” you laugh, play it off with a  nonsensical wave of your hand, “I mean, you kept talkin’ our ears off for days before giving it to him. I think I know more about that watch than the store clerk did.” 

Sanemi closes the lid carefully. 

“Thank you,” he says, “I’ll wear it. I like it.” 

You grin, feeling it split wide across your face. 

“See? And you were givin’ me grief about my face earlier. I think I deserve a little more credit, don’t you think?”

He scowls, defensive and readily given, but because it’s Sanemi, you can recognize the little pout of his lip, betraying the severity of his expression. He’s not really mad, even if he pretends to be. You like that about him, too. 

“C’mon, let’s get something to eat—I’m starving,” you say, cajoling him with a wave of your arm. “We can get some for those little squirts, too. They’re home, right?” 

“Yeah.” Sanemi catches up in a few quick strides. “I said I’d be back soon.”

“Then we better not keep them waiting,” you nod. “Anything you want—my treat.” 

“Idiot,” he says again, a broken record over his fondness of you, and the smile that steals across your face never really leaves even as the two of you duck into a convenience store. 

"What's the hardest thing about managing EJP?" You snicker. "That's what she said."

"Oh my god!" Komori shout-groans somewhere nearby but out-of-sight.

"What who said?" The reporter looks around, brow furrowed in confusion as if they've missed something.

"No one!" Washio shouts, voice coming from where Komori's has come. "Don't worry about it!"

Stifling a smile the reporter clears their throat and calls blindly "would the two of you like to just join us?"

"Uh...No, thanks!" Komori replies.

Washio adds "we're out-of-reach, here."

"Out of reach from who?" asks the reporter, still frowning.

"Me." Your eyes gleam with your devilish grin. "There's not a single thing about this job that's hard for me. For my team however," you shrug and cross your arms, "it's me. I'm the menace."

"It's true!" Washio confirms.

Komori chortles "though Suna's a close second."

"Speak of the devil," you mutter looking over the reporter's shoulder as Suna saunters into the lobby. "You're late, Rintarō."

"Geez. Good morning to you, manager," Suna replies with a smirk. "Nice to see you're all fired up for today."

"Just get into the locker room before you get burned," you nearly sneer as he slows his pace past you.

"Oo, don't tempt me with a good time," he replies wryly making your eye twitch. "I still owe you a--"

"Stop." You point in the direction of the locker room. "Go."

Suna smirks, about to retort but you snap.

"Or I'll leak your phone number, Suna!" You point angrily. "Go!"

He pouts sourly and stalks away; Komori and Washio stay silent to avoid your wrath.

You turn to the reporter with thinning patience. "You were asking?"

"Well we were talking about your dynamic with the team but that..." They exhale heavily. "Pretty much sums it up, doesn't it?"

"Yupp." You stare them down and they don't doubt your ability to wrangle the team. "Anything else?"

They fiddle with their pen, weighing the risk of their curiosity against your irritation, and then ask anyway. "What does he owe you?"

Your brow rises in surprised delight. After a moment you ask "would you like to experience it firsthand?"

The flash of your devious grin makes them gulp and pull back a little. "Um..."

"It's rather impressive...what Rintarō's body can do," you offer with an unexpected intensity.

They clear their throat and check the time. "I've actually got to get back and write this up. Any last comments for the fans of EJP or your rivals?"

"Yeah." You cross your arms with a wide smile and the reporter shrinks back again. "Bring it."

"I-Is that for the fans or your rivals?"

Your eyes blaze, nearly sending the reporter running for the door when you reply

"both."

When they're gone you head for the gym pleased to hear the team's already setting up the court for practice.

You smile at Suna as he comes out, murmuring just low enough for him to hear "good boy."

He looks away, face blushing. "You're a menace."

"Yeah." You cock an eyebrow at him. "But you like it."

He doesn't say anything but you see a small smile on his face as he joins his teammates.

PICKING HIM UP AT THE AIRPORT: PART TWO

pairings: iwaizumi, aran, sakusa, aone, and kageyama

warnings: tooth rotting sweetness and way too much love it is sickening

summary: part two of picking up different boys from the airport

a/n: this will be the last part of the series bc i don't have enough energy or ideas to make a part three so enjoy!! also hope these are good enough and you get sick of love.

ღ IWAIZUMI

Stupid conventions.

Stupid America.

When his job decided to send him on a trip to the States to invest and study the new machines that the team was getting, you weren't expecting him to be gone for a whole week. Even before he left, you were already asking when he was coming back with a pout set on your lips. He just laughed and pressed a loud kiss to your cheek before leaving, announcing that he would be back in a week.

The whole week was dreadful as the time difference prevented many conversations from happening. Plus, seeing his face through the pixelized screen was hard when you wanted it right in front of you. All you wanted to see again was his sparkling brown eyes that poured all the love he could possess and looked at you like you held the world in your hands. It was hardest at night without his beating heart pressed against your ear to soothe you to sleep. To say the least, you missed the grumpy boy who has taken over your life.

He grumbled throughout the week about how boring and annoying America was without you. You had to convince him multiple times to not leave in the middle of the night to fly back no matter how much you wanted him back. Now the week was finally over and the moment had finally come for Iwaizumi to come home.

The airport was buzzing around you as you waited around baggage claim to avoid the crowd surrounding the gate and to hopefully get a semi-private moment with Iwazumi. The announcement of his flight's bags coming in blared through the speakers which only meant that he would be here at any moment. Your eyes watched over the crowd of people coming into baggage claim waiting to see a familiar head of luscious brown hair.

"Miss me?" a low, husky voice whispered into the shell of your ear. Your heart jumped with a shiver running down your spine as you twirled around to see his warm eyes and smile meet yours.

"Iwa!"

Wrapping your arms quickly around him as his chuckle rang through your head sending your thoughts and mind into the clouds. The world around us melted away as he nuzzled his head against yours trying to breathe in your scent again. It smelled like home.

"I've missed you," you whisper to him as his arms tighten around you.

"I've missed you too, love. I'll never go that far away again, especially from you. Worst week of my life."

ღ ARAN

You were usually used to Aran leaving for training when it lasted a week or so but this one had lasted a whole month. This one had no visitors present nor was anyone allowed to come as they wanted the athletes to completely focus on their training with no distractions. This caused long facetime calls to be interrupted by teammates wanting to talk to Aran's partner and see how pretty they were or ask why there were dating Aran.

It finally came time for Aran to come home and be back in the same sheets as yours. He specifically requested that he wanted to see your face as soon as he got off the plane. It made a familiar warmth spread through you as the thought of his words and excitement the night before he flew out as he spoke of how excited he was to be in your arms again.

The gate widen as the plane landed with the team slowly trickling out until Aran came out with a wide smile on his lips. His eyes quickly met yours as he drops the bag hanging from his shoulder, running towards you with his arms wide open. Small tears drop down your cheeks as he wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you around before bringing you back to the ground. He cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears that were falling from your eyes while pressing delicate kisses to each cheek.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. I'm here not, it's okay," he whispers softly, pressing a small kiss to the tips of your nose.

Small crystalline tears bordered his waterline as his eyes poured into yours.

"I can't believe your here," your voice cracks as you wrap your hands around his waist pulling him closer.

"I know, I know. I've been waiting for this moment for 30 days, 12 hours, 59 mins, and 60 seconds."

A laugh slips past both your lips as he presses his forehead against yours.

"You're so cheesy," you whisper into the small space between you as his lips were only a breath from yours.

"Only for you, though," he whispers back before finally pressing lips onto yours, sending your heart and mind up to heaven.

ღ SAKUSA

This was Sakusa's worst nightmare.

First, he was on a plane full of people who didn't understand the concept of covering one's mouth when one sneezed or coughed. Second, Atsumu is blabbering right in his ear about some new game on his phone but all he knew was that he was being louder than his AirPod volume. Lastly, he has been away longer than he expected from you.

He was supposed to be back last week but the coach decided that the team needed more practice games and training. It broke his heart watching the pout set on your lips when he called you about the news of him staying longer than planned. He much rather is anywhere with you than at some annoying volleyball camp. He particularly hated having to miss two Friday Disney movie nights with you and enjoying the calming presence that you bring to his mind and heart.

"Omi, are you even listening to me?" Atsumu's shrill voice asks as Sakusa rolls his eyes again at the dyed blonde.

"No, now leave me alone. I'm trying to think," he firmly states as he watches the ground get closer and closer. Closer to you.

Airports are hot, he decided in the last twenty minutes as he waited in baggage claim for you to arrive as you insisted on picking him up. His nerves were becoming jumbled and getting the better of him as he waited for you to arrive. A light sweat began to form on his brow as his eyes frantically searched for you, your presence, anything that resembled you.

"Kiyoomi! I'm here!"

The airport was buzzing loudly with loud phone calls and blaring speakers, but it didn't matter because all he heard was you. The sweetest voice rang through all the buzz around him. His focus was solely on one person, a person brighter than the sun and whose eyes beat the stars in the sky.

You jump into his arms as he holds you tightly around the skin of your waist. He never wanted to lose the feeling of your skin on his for that long ever again. It was pure torture. He shoved his head into the space between your neck and shoulder, and with his mask slightly pulled down he pressed a light kiss on the rushing pulse point.

"I've missed you so much, " he whispers while pressing you closer to his chest.

"Me too, Omiomi. Never leave me for that long again," you whisper back while running your fingers through his thick curls to the nape of his neck.

"Never again, I promise."

A promise he was set on keeping and never breaking especially for you.

ღ AONE

He hates being on planes.

They are always too crowded and the seats are never big enough for his large frame. Plus, traveling made him miss you even more, and he hated being so far away from you. You were his safe space where he felt like he would never be judged for his quietness or shyness and could confide in you about anything. He is a fairly quiet person who didn't talk much about his feelings but whenever he was with you, he couldn't hold it in. His heart would pound anytime your eyes met with a large smile resting on your lips. It was like nothing could touch the little world between you and him.

He wished he could see that sweet smile now or at least feel his skin against yours to calm the nerves flowing through him. Luckily, the plane was close to touching down which meant being able to be near you again. To feel your skin layer on his with his arms tightly around you and hearing that wave on your heart soothe his inner thoughts. Hearing the skid of the wheels on the ground, made Aone's heart pound harder and harder as his palms began to sweat knowing that he would finally be able to get off his plane and see you.

He knew that you were picking him up but he was still shaking with excitement of seeing your bright smile and eyes bringing butterflies to his stomach. He quickly walked out of the gate and surveys the area to try and find the person who he wanted to see the most. Looking for the familiar, beautiful face in the crowd.

" 'Nobu! Over here!"

His head snaps around to the angel's voice calling out to him. The one he has been craving to hear again in person and not through a crackling speakerphone. They stood with a large smile stretching across their cheeks from ear to ear. In their hands, held a glittery sign with the words, 'WELCOME HOME TAKANOBU!!'.

"Welcome home, baby!"

Yes, he was finally home.

Right in your arms with your heart pounding in his ear making his own heart pound.

His home.

ღ KAGEYAMA

"Ushijima, how could you lose my boyfriend?"

With your hands set on your hips, you stare sternly at the olive-haired man in front of you who had a guilty pout on his lips.

"Well, he is an unnaturally fast walker so I lost him before I even got off the plane," he sheepishly explains.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

Ushijima was meant to lead Kageyama to you that way you could surprise him after not seeing him for the last couple of weeks.

But now that plan was ruined.

"Why don't I call him and tell him to come back?" he asks while pulling out his phone and worry laying on his brow.

I shake my head, " It's okay, Ushijima. I'll just call him and tell him, I'm here. Thank you, Ushi. I'll talk to you later."

You quickly turn around till you trip over your own feet by running into a firm chest behind you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn-," you look up to see two perfectly dark blue eyes staring down at you with cherry lips wrapped around a bendy straw of a milk carton.

His cheeks held a hint of a smirk as your eyes shifted between Kageyama and Ushijima who appeared to be holding in his laughter."

"Did you two plan this?"

"It was my idea, Ushijima had nothing to do with it," Kageyama explains as he wraps his hand around yours. You shake your head and press a light squeeze on his hand.

"Whatever let's just go, my plan was ruined anyways," you pout as you begin pulling Kageyama toward baggage claim to go home.

"Don't worry, love. I'll let you surprise me next time."

"Wow, thanks."

You suddenly feel a light kiss pressed to your cheek and a tighter, longer squeeze on your hand.

"Thank you for coming. I wouldn't want anyone here but you, love. Can't wait to go home with you."

A wave of heat flowed through you as your eyes shyly shifted over to his. His lips lift into a small smile as they spread across his face as he watched you with a shiny twinkle in his eyes.

Even though it didn't go as planned it didn't matter now that he was back in your arms and looking at you with all the love shining through.

Removing makeup is the most tedious task I’ve ever seen, the skin care that comes after? Please, you need DISCIPLINE to get that shit done properly.

What if you are drunk though? The sedation is in your blood, you are slurring and you will pass out any moment. You had a fun night with your friends, but it was high time that you should’ve been home. Boyfriend Keigo coming to the rescue as he carefully carries you in his arms, flying slowly, so as to not initiate any symptoms of throwing up. He prefers flying in lower altitudes when he’s with you so his precious little baby doesn’t feel the icy cold of Japan nights high up the sky.

When you reach home, he is quick to remove your heels. Often wondering how the hell do you even dance in those… then looks at your face, glammed up, looking as beautiful as ever. It is not the face that he is used to, he is used to waking up to and sleeping next to his bare-faced beauty. However, he knows what’s to be done exactly. In those rare moments when he’s home early, he watches you like a Hawk :3 doing your normie night time routine.

Letting you fall asleep in the soft duvet of the bed, he takes out your makeup remover, cotton pads, removing every speck of your makeup, proceeding to cleanse your skin, putting your salicylic acid toner, maybe even retinol 🤷🏻‍♀️ then after he is done with all the shenanigans, he loves to apply lip balm to your lips and then kisses it softly, grinning proudly at his handiwork, watching your glossy, cleansed skin as he kisses your forehead. Soft, careful murmurs of how lucky he is to have you, how beautiful you are, how kind you are, how strong and inspiring you are to him; fill the room until he gives in to slumber. <3

2:17 AM

“do you even know what time it is?!”

SHOYO is standing at your front door. 

his cheeks and nose are red from the cold and he’s covered in snow. there’s even snow stuck in his fluffy hair. his freezing cold hands are shoved deep into the pockets of the black coat he’s wearing— zipped up all the way as he tries to hide his mouth and chin under the collar of his shirt for warmth.

“hi.” he breathes out and you know you’re doomed.

because when he’s staring right back at you with stars in those big brown eyes of his and a sheepish smile on his beautiful face, you realize that it’s incredibly hard to be mad at SHOYO.

“what are you doing here?”

“s’wanted to see you.” he admits bashfully, looking at you through his eyelashes. he knows now, after months of unknowingly doing that—that this move will never fail to win you over.

“hurry up and get inside before i change my mind.” you grumble, moving to the side so he can squeeze past. in an instant, his eyes light up even brighter than before — if that’s even possible — and his smile is so wide that his eyes smile with him.

as you close and lock the door behind him, he’s already shrugging off his coat and hanging it up on the rack that’s hung up on the wall. you think that by the way he’s moving, he must’ve been wanting to come over all day. 

“you woke me up, y’know.” 

“oh, did i?” he asks, pretending to be sly about it. “i thought you’d be awake since you usually stay up so late.” he mutters out the side of his mouth while hastily untying his shoes. (he’s having a hard time because his fingers are numb from the cold)

“ok..well,” you cross your arms over your chest, watching as he places his shoes on the shoe rack. “i’m going back to bed.” 

this is routine. 

he follows behind as you walk into your bedroom. usually when SHOYO comes over to sleep in your bed, he’ll try to make small talk or ask how your day was, what you ate or if you had to deal with anything inconvenient at work. you’ll humor him, telling him every miniscule detail as he strips out of his outside clothes and change into the clothes he’s left behind at your place for this exact reason. 

by the time he’s changed clothes and is settling into the bed, he already has something sweet to whisper in your ear.

“i missed you today.” SHOYO whispers as he wraps his arms around you, cold hands sliding under your shirt and resting on your skin for warmth.

you shriek out his name and complain, but the both of you know how much you enjoy his touch — despite how cold his hands might be. 

and as he plants sweet kisses down your neck and whispers how beautiful you are and how much he loves you, you know deep down that there will never be a time where you will be able to deny him.