Soft Spot

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• I don't write nsfw content

• I don't write character x character

• I write at my own pace so it might take a while

• I might decline your request if I'm not comfortable writing it or if I feel like I can't write it well

oh my goshh !! thank u so much for writing my req for hitoshi !!

it’s so good and not too angsty at all, i hope you write a part 2 with whatever you have in mind that’s amazing, plus i love how long & detailed the fic is

he’s not the only one who will be sleeping well tonight, again, tysm! ッ

hitoshi wakes up to see you making breakfast, so he takes his chance and tries to talk to you, pt 2 of this

when hitoshi woke up from his slumber, he felt well-rested, as if he had the best sleep of his life. he hadn’t yet furnished his room, and he sighed once he saw a practically empty room beside a desk and his bed. he rolled around in his warm and cozy bed, curling up into himself, wishing the warmth wasn’t from his body heat but from yours.

a fist hit his door multiple times, causing him to grunt and slowly get out of bed.

he heard a voice quietly scold, “dude, why’d you knock? he could be sleeping, we should’ve waited!”

then a louder voice said, “bro, he doesn’t know what’s going on, so i gotta tell him!”

hitoshi trudged to the door and unlocked it, seeing an excited kaminari and a guilty-looking kirishima behind him. they were both in their pajamas still, but what could they possibly want? it was the weekend, after all.

he stood tall over them, with an unpleasant look on his face, though he wasn’t necessarily upset. he stared right into kaminari’s eyes, expecting him to say something, as he was closer to hitoshi physically.

“hey, shinso! we’re making breakfast downstairs, do you wanna join?” kaminari loudly asked, smiling widely at him.

hitoshi paused then shrugged, “sure, why not?”

he opened his closet and put on the pair of slippers given to him, which the two boys were similarly wearing as well. he walked back to the boys, who led him downstairs. some small talk occurred, but were normally replied with short answers, as hitoshi normally didn’t like to talk much in the morning.

when all three of the boys came downstairs, hitoshi’s eyes immediately landed on you cooking with bakugo. bakugo didn’t seem to be talking to you as much, but hitoshi still frowned as he walked closer to you, sitting at a nearby table. even as other students came up to him, asking if he wanted to do anything before the school week started, his eyes kept wandering back to you.

as you skillfully flipped pancakes and made the batter for waffles, also cutting up fruits and taking out syrup for toppings, you turned your head to see shinso looking right at you with tired eyes. you paused stirring the batter for the waffles and stared back at him, seeing his baggy, black long-sleeve shirt and purple sweatpants. he looked at you up and down, observing your outfit. you were wearing an oversized purple t-shirt that looked too cute on you and black sweatpants, topped off with the class slippers that most of you were wearing.

hitoshi softly smiled. the two of you were unintentionally matching outfits with his colors. it made him feel proud in a way, but he didn’t mention it.

once bakugo tapped you on the shoulder, you blushed and turned away from hitoshi’s eyes. the way he looked at you up and down made you nervous, though he was most likely checking out your outfit. the two of you were matching, but you didn’t mention it until a voice shouted.

sero’s voice boomed, “woah, shinso, y/n, are you guys matching?”

some voices became quieter at the question, and your classmates kept taking turns, looking at both of your outfits back and forth.

ochaco gasped, “you are! aw, that’s pretty cute!”

“hey, you guys are matching!” kaminari realized, then had a mischievous glint in his eyes. he sat down next to shinso and smirked, “shinsoooo…”

his eyes widened and he shook his head, turning it away from kaminari so he wouldn’t see the grin on his face. god, he couldn’t let him know that he’s been crushing on you for so long. he’d be seen as a weirdo again!

suddenly, bakugo grumbled, “breakfast is ready.”

most of the students, including kaminari, ran toward the kitchen islands to grab their food right away. people were shoving each other, causing hitoshi’s eyes to widen. he didn’t know your class was this chaotic, but he smiled at the thought. you were all like family.

you and hitoshi stayed behind, however. you were cutting up more strawberries for toppings, and hitoshi just didn’t know if he should go up and get food when everyone was wreaking havoc.

after minutes passed, many students picked up their first serving and were already sat down, hitoshi finally stood up, and you were already picking out your food. he took a deep breath in. he wanted to talk to you.

he grabbed a plate, fork, and knife, then picked up a large waffle, sprayed some whipped cream on it, dropped a few raspberries and blueberries on it, then grabbed some scrambled eggs, and finally a napkin.

a familiar, soft voice rang in his ears, “how did you sleep, shinso?”

his eyes widened and his heart beat fast, he almost froze in his place. he spoke, “oh, i slept well. thank you for asking.” he paused, not knowing what to say but wanting the conversation to continue. you looked nervous. “the beds here are comfortable, but i haven’t quite renovated my room yet.”

you nodded and began walking to a table, nodding for him to follow you. he did as you gestured, and you replied, “that’s understandable, you only got here late at night, so don’t stress about it. you’ll have plenty of time to move in your furniture. i haven’t yet fully furnished my room, but i have a bed, some posters, and a tv that i also play some video games on.” you scratched your neck during the last sentence, feeling a bit nervous telling someone all that so early.

he tried to hide the smile on his face, “oh, really? i play video games too, when i have free time, of course. i mostly play fortnite though.”

you beamed, “oh, i have fortnite too! we should play sometime.”

he nodded, then mentioned, “it’s a little weird how we matched, isn’t it?”

“a little, i guess. promise i wasn’t trying to copy you, i just wanted to wear it.” you laughed it off.

the conversation died down, and the two of you ate your food in silence. it was a comfortable silence, however, one that neither of you had often felt with strangers.

once he finished, he wiped his mouth and complimented, “that was really good. do you often cook for the class like this?”

he was nearly shaking, tapping his foot on the ground, being nervous. he wasn’t cold, just excited to be around someone he’s liked for so long. hopefully, with all these questions and compliments, the two of you would become closer.

“oh, thank you! but no, normally we don’t cook at all besides for special occasions. the cafeteria offers breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the school, but bakugo became tired of the breakfast they handed out, and i thought it would be a good idea if we made breakfast because you’re new.” your eyes widened, and you shrunk into yourself, feeling nervous. “i— oh, that was kinda mean, i’m sorry— you’re new to our class, but not to the school— we just wanted to make a good first impression—“

you cut yourself off and blushed in embarrassment. you probably just fumbled right then and there.

hitoshi grinned at your flustered state and chuckled, “don’t worry about it, l/n, the food was amazing. it was nice of you to do something like that.”

you softly smiled in appreciation, and he held his hand out to your plate, silently asking if you were done. you thanked him, and he nodded, grabbing both of your plates and utensils to the sink. he washed them easily, then dried his hands off and walked back to you.

but you were caught in a daze. he was such a gentleman, and you hardly even knew him!

there was something different about him.

yes i decided to make the reader n hitoshi both play fortnite. so what?? they’re both nerds!! anyway might make this a series if people want me to bc i don’t want to end it off here. forgot to post last night so here

I call him "Izuku" as if we're friends 😓

I’ve grown out of calling Midoriya ‘Deku’. I’ve become..

A man.

This.

Since we're all gonna die, there is one more secret I feel I have to share with you-

I did not care for Dabi.

fictionally, i love men with attitude (i.e. tsukishima, daiki, kuroo, shinso, katsuki, etc.) realistically, i’d want them all to absolutely eat dogshit if we meet irl

🖤💛🧻Sero Appreciation Post 🧻💛🖤

That is all. Have a good day.

i'm so done with seeing and finding purely smut fics, what happened to yearning?? what happened to developing plots??character development??fluff?? angst?? hurt/comfort?? what happened to those monologues of characters that hurt your heart and made you go insane AGH

Right and why is he in every episode too like omg you're not the main character

watching My hero acadamia season 5- why are they making me gaf about Endeavor ? 🤨

Everytime teacher! Izuku appears on my fyp and feed my body physically vibrates