Young Toji

how studio bones draws katsuki:

how 𝒽ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓀ℴ𝓈𝒽𝒾 (<3) draws katsuki:

Toga, Spinner, and Dabi

damn i wonder where else did i see a similar shot

oh.

宮 侑 🏐🦊

| nanami kento x reader

| more of nanami as a househusband!

| #sfw #softnanami #fluff #sliceoflife

| around 2k

| ˏˋ°•*⁀➷: i need him…

nanami always woke up before you. it wasn't because he couldn't sleep-he could, now that life was quieter-but because he remembered what it was like. waking up before the sun, dragging himself to work, already dreading from the thought of another long day ahead. he knew how heavy mornings could feel, how the quiet hours before work stirred often felt like a burden instead of a gift.

so, he made it his mission to make mornings a little more tolerable for you.

the kettle hissed softly as it began to boil, the sound being the first thing that greeted the quiet morning. nanami moved through the kitchen with deliberate calm, sleeves neatly rolled and the pink linen apron you got him tied in a pretty bow at the back. he brewed the coffee, dark and strong, just the way you liked it, and poured it into the chipped mug you always claimed as yours.

he smiled to himself as he remembered how he once tried throwing the mug away after noticing the chipped marks, only to be met with you snatching it out of his hands, a pout on your face as you said, “this was the mug you got me on my first birthday with you.”

toast popped up from the toaster just as he placed a pan on the stove, the eggs cooking perfectly to the soft consistency he knew you preferred. everything he did was methodical and calculated, from the way he spread the jam on the fresh toast, to how he arranged the dishes on the table, so when you finally waddled into the kitchen, still drowsy and grumbling softly at the world, you wouldn’t have to think.

“good morning honey” he said, glancing up at you as you rubbed your eyes. “coffees ready” he would pat your seat on the dining table as he pushed your chair out for you to sit.

he watched as your gaze flickered to the table—perfectly set, a morning made just a little softer—and the faintest smile tugged at the corner of your lips. once you were seated, nanami tapped his cheek with a subtle motion, a small but unmistakable gesture. he never asked for much, but this was the only way he wanted to be thanked: a sweet kiss pressed to his cheek or lips before you began eating.

satisfied when you leaned over and obliged, he sat back and watched quietly as you ate the breakfast he had lovingly prepared, a soft warmth settling in his chest.

you finished the last bite of your breakfast, savoring the perfectly soft eggs and toast as nanami’s eyes flickered up from across the table, checking the time.

“you should start getting ready,” he murmured, voice soft but firm—an unspoken reminder that he knew your schedule almost as well as you did. with a quiet hum of agreement, you stood, his hand instinctively reaching to take your empty plate before you could even think to bring it to the sink.

“i’ve got this,” he said simply, rising to his feet as you headed toward the bathroom.

as the sound of running water filled the apartment, nanami busied himself cleaning up the kitchen. he moved efficiently, wiping down counters and rinsing plates, but still kept half an ear trained on you—listening for the faint thud of the shampoo bottle or the rush of the hair dryer. he wasn’t hovering, not really; he just liked knowing you were moving through the motions of your morning without stress.

by the time you emerged from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel, the smell of soap and shampoo lingering in the air, nanami was already waiting with a clean stack of clothes laid neatly on the bed.

“i thought this would work for today,” he said, nodding toward your work clothes—a thoughtfully coordinated outfit he’d pulled from your closet while you showered. he never picked anything too bold or too plain, just the kind of outfit you could put on without second-guessing.

“you’re too good to me,” you mumbled, hair still damp as you dropped onto the edge of the bed.

“hurry up,” he said with a faint smile, “or you’ll be late.”

you rolled your eyes at his precision but still moved to get dressed, slipping into your clothes as nanami quietly disappeared into the bathroom. he returned a moment later with your brush and hair dryer in hand.

“here,” he said, sitting beside you as he plugged in the dryer. “i’ll help.”

you blinked at him, surprised, but he only motioned for you to turn. his large hands were gentle as he ran the brush carefully through your hair, drying it in steady motions—never tugging or rushing, just working with the same patience he applied to everything else in life.

“it’s nice like this,” he murmured once your hair fell soft and smooth. he handed the brush back, standing as you reached for your makeup bag.

while you focused on applying your makeup, nanami moved quietly around the room—folding the towel you’d left draped on the chair, straightening the blanket, making sure your shoes and bag were exactly where you’d need them.

by the time you finished, you found him leaning against the doorframe, sleeves rolled and arms crossed, watching you with a calm, satisfied expression.

“ready?” he asked.

you nodded, smiling as you stood. he stepped forward to adjust your coat and scarf before tapping his cheek again—just like earlier.

“you’re not getting out the door without it,” he said, lips tugging into the faintest smirk.

you laughed softly and pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then a passionate kiss to his lips, the warmth of him lingering against your lips as you finally grabbed your bag.

“have a good day, i love you” nanami said quietly, walking you to the door. his hand rested briefly against the small of your back, grounding and gentle, before you stepped outside into the day he’d carefully set in motion for you.

as the door closed behind you, nanami stood for a moment, taking in the silence that settled over the apartment. he’d miss you while you were gone, of course, but there was laundry to fold, dinner to plan, and a new book to start.

besides, you’d be home soon enough, and he’d be right there waiting.

the apartment was quiet again, the kind of quiet that felt more like peace than emptiness. nanami moved through the rooms, his routine calm and measured, just as it always was. after a moment of reflection, he began folding the laundry, one piece of clothing at a time.

as he picked up your favorite sweater, a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. he carefully folded the fabric, fingers brushing over the familiar soft texture. lifting the sweater to his nose, he inhaled deeply. the scent of your natural perfume—warm, sweet, and utterly you—still clung to the fabric, even though he had just washed it. it was subtle, like a memory lingering in the air, and nanami couldn’t help but smile fondly.

he loved that smell, loved how it somehow stayed with him long after you were gone.

as he folded a pair of your socks, his phone buzzed from the counter. pulling it from his pocket, he smiled when he saw your name flashing on the screen. it wasn’t a message—just a call, but he was always happy to hear from you.

as he folded a pair of your socks, his phone buzzed from the counter. pulling it from his pocket, nanami smiled when he saw your name flashing on the screen. it wasn’t a message—just a call, but he always looked forward to hearing your voice.

“hey, my love,” he answered, his voice warm and steady, just the way you liked it.

“hey, babe,” you replied, sounding a little tired but happy to hear him. “how’s your day going?”

“good, just keeping busy,” he said, folding the last of the laundry. “i made your bento this morning—did you eat it yet?”

he could hear you pause, and then you responded with a light laugh, “yeah, it was really good.”

nanami smiled, feeling a warm satisfaction in his chest. “i’m glad. you’re working hard, so you deserve something good.”

“you always make the best lunches, love,” you said, and he could hear the affection in your voice.

“it’s nothing, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice soft. “i just want to make sure you’re taken care of. did you get through your morning okay?”

“yeah, it’s been busy, but i’m hanging in there. i’m just counting down to when i can see you tonight,” you said with a small sigh.

“i’ll be right here when you get home,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “what would you like for dinner? something light, or do you want me to cook something a little heartier?”

“something light sounds perfect, actually. i’ll be so tired when i get home,” you said.

“whatever you want, darling,” nanami replied. “you just focus on your day. i’ve got everything else handled.”

“i love you,” you said softly, and nanami’s heart melted at the words.

“i love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, a smile spreading across his face. “i’ll see you soon.”

after the call ended, nanami set his phone down and turned to the stack of laundry he’d already folded. the house was tidy now, and there was still plenty of time before you’d be home. so, he picked up the book you’d recommended to him.

he settled into his favorite chair by the window, sunlight streaming through the blinds and catching on the edges of the pages. it was a new book, one you’d suggested a few weeks ago. he hadn’t started it until today, but he’d been looking forward to it. he couldn’t remember the last time he had sat down to read for pleasure, but with everything in order, he was glad to start.

as he flipped through the first few pages, he thought of you again—how you always took time to recommend things to him, things you knew he would enjoy. he was eager to see how the story would unfold, just as he was eager to hear about your day when you got home.

the hours passed by slowly, but he never minded the wait. he had a book to enjoy, the sound of your voice still warm in his mind, and a dinner plan to make.

inarizaki

megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: new years kiss. anon requested. megumi comes over to nurse you on new years. wrote this in like 2 hours, it’s a little self indulgent because i’m sick and missed my new years plans.

birthday month drabble event

“I told you not to come over.” You say as you open the door to see your spiky haired boyfriend leaning against the door frame. He’s got a take out bag in one hand and a convenience store bag in the other.

Megumi shrugs nonchalantly, and you notice his dark hair looks slightly disheveled, as if he had hurried over without much thought. He steps inside without invitation, slipping off his shoes like it was second nature. "You're not good at taking care of yourself." he replies with an eye roll, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

In all honesty the second you had texted him you were sick he was already up and on his way to the store.

“Thanks Gumi.” You give him that soft smile that he loves so much and grunts as he places the bags on your kitchen counter with a gentle clatter, unpacking the contents swiftly. The steam rising from the familiar red and white striped bowl of miso soup and beside it sat a small tin of your favorite chamomile tea and a packet of the lemon-flavored cough drops he knew you secretly preferred. He hadn't just gotten medicine; he'd carefully picked out everything he thought you needed to get better.

He reaches a hand up to your forehead after unpacking, letting it linger for a split second. “No fever?”

“Nope. I think I just have a cold.” You sit down at your kitchen table, noticing the subtle furrow on Megumi’s brow. "Eat." he says, sliding the bowl of soup in front of you before taking a seat opposite you at the small table.

“You’re gunna get sick if you stick around me ya know?”

“No I won’t.” He says simply.

You scowl at him, he’s so predictable. Always acting tough when in reality he just couldn’t stand the idea of you all cuddled up alone and sick on the holiday.

The warmth of the soup travels down your throat, as you take your first bite, soothing and comforting. You sit in comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional sniffle from your cold until you finally speak again.

“You could still make it to the party you know? Yuji and Nobara probably want you there for the countdown.”

He doesn't look at you as he stands to take the kettle off the stove and prepare your tea. "They can manage without me." He says, pushing your mug of tea in front of you.

Once you finish your soup, Megumi cleans up as you return to your mountain of blankets on the couch. You cuddle up underneath them, pulling them up to your chin. As Megumi joins you, you move over slightly so he can sit down next to you. You grab the remote, turning on the TV to the New Years countdown. “Oh wow it’s already this late?”

Megumi hums softly, eyes flicking towards the TV as the countdown to the new year begins. His attention shifts, his gaze lingering on you. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know and you throw your hands up.

“Don’t even think about kissing me Megumi, you’ll definitely get sick.” You protest but he leans in anyway, closing the distance until your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“Too late.” He says as the countdown stops and his lips press against yours. The warmth from his lips is gentle, and though brief it admittedly takes your breath away. His kisses always do, so tender in their simplicity, always leaving your heart fluttering in a way that makes you momentarily forget the congestion in your chest.

Megumi pulls back slowly, and the corners of his lips are upturned ever so slightly. “Happy New Year.” He says, settling back against the couch as he covers you up further and his eyes move back to the TV screen.

The next week, as you knew would happen, Megumi had caught your cold and it was you at his place nursing him back to good health. You’d tried to scold him, telling him it was all because he just had to kiss you. But he had only two feverish words in response to that. “Worth it.”

running around in circles bc they’re so!!!

SHOTO LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE HIS TOUYA NII ALL GROWN UP!!

new choso illustration by gege 💜

the purple theme and flowers choso is holding are so significant it represents admiration and honor but also that a death came too soon. purple was the perfect choice for him.