Always There To Help

always there to help

Synopsis: You suck at math, and who could be better suited for the job to help you, other than your brother’s best friend, the born genius, Bakugou?

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x (Kirishima’s sister)Reader

Warnings: Swearing, maybe some bad writing

A/N: So, I’m back! I’m sorry I haven’t been writing anything lately, I just didn’t like anything I wrote, so, sorry about that. This one might seem a little all over the place too lol, but it’s because I inteded it to be a small drabble. but accidentally made it a 5.1k fic. So, it might not be one f my better works, but I had a lot of fun writing it!

BY THE WAY, 100 followers guys! Thank you so much for that!

You were working on your homework when you heard the doorbell. You sighed deeply, standing up and going to the door, not expecting to see your brother and his friend group to be standing on the other side.

One specific friend caught your eye, his spiky, ash blonde hair hard to miss. You could feel your heartbeat rising almost instantly, cheeks now a bit warmer than before. You wished you had worn something else, anything but pajama shorts and an oversize shirt, maybe combed your hair and wore perfume or something, but how could you know your brother was going to bring his friends home? 

Okay, maybe you should have known since they were over almost every day.

But since there was nothing you could do now to change the situation, you just smiled, inviting them in -you noticed how Bakugou hadn’t even glanced your way once, and though this wasn’t different then always, it proceed to hurt and disappoint you every time. It’s not like you were expecting for him to have feelings for you or something, but at least noticing you were there would be nice for a change.

Your brother was the last to enter, hugging you so tightly that you couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, squirming between his arms. “Eiji lemme go!” You screamed, though your voice muffled by his tight hold. 

“Sorry, just missed you.” He told you, letting you free. A cheeky, innocent grin was on his face, the one he knew that made you soft. You answered by a “Hmph,” turning to his friends, who were already in the living room, doing their things. Mina was the first to notice you when you entered the room, the cutest smile on her face. “Oh, hey Y/N!” She caught you by the wrist, pulling you to the couch to sit with her. Of course, Bakugou was right next to you.

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hi bae congrats on 600!! ok so uh. something i like about myself is i am really straight forward and try not to sugarcoat things, and for the chara of my choice, could i have atsumu?

A/N: I had so much fun writing this ngl (simps too hard for Atsumu) Also, Ro!! I hope you like this baby!!

If you'd also like to participate in the event, you can access it from here!

Honorable mentions: 1.2k, 1 curse word, fluff!

Synopsis: "Atsumu?" You call out, and he can't help but notice how soft your voice sounds.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

Atsumu Miya didn't like you. 

He didn't like you, you knew, and he didn't try to hide it, either.

There would be a frown on his lips whenever you were around him, a scoff audible when you spoke, whether you meant it for him or not, a snarky comment made its way from his lips too, though, rarely. 

You couldn't say you knew each other well. You had a few classes before, greeted each other maybe once every two months, might have spoken willingly one time, and that was it. So there wasn't much of a reason for Atsumu to be so utterly annoyed with you, but there he was, cursing to himself when he saw he was stuck in yet another break-out room with you. 

Because of how close your student numbers were on the class list, whenever the professor made break-out rooms, you were almost always there, waiting for him and sighing when you noticed him.

Atsumu couldn't pinpoint the reason as to why he didn't like you, even his brother, the antisocial, liked you. But there was something about you that made the blonde feel uneasy, stirring something in him that made him want to run away, and run away, he did.

He often opted to turn his mic off when he saw you staring back at him on his screen, even though he hated to admit, very prettily, too, glancing at you once or twice in the whole period of ten minutes.

You usually mimicked his actions, choosing not to say anything to the blonde, but something was different that day.

You pressed your lips together, and he could tell you were a little bored and a little nervous. For the first time, you hadn't turned your mic off, scrolling down your phone, but instead, you held your gaze on the screen, eyes wandering over the faux blonde a second or two before you spoke.

"Atsumu?" Your voice was soft, but it startled him. "Can I ask a question?" You took the grunt that was barely audible as an answer.

You waited for a few seconds before you decided to speak again, hands drumming on the table nervously. You had this question running on your mind for a while now, and you decided you had put it off long enough.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

The way you spoke was nonchalant, and it was as if you're asking about the weather. There was even a ghost of a kind smile that was resting on your lips. Atsumu wondered if he had heard you right, and your smile only grew when his warm-brown eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"Do you have," you repeated, "a problem with me?"

You still had that damn smile as you talked, and Atsumu found his eyes falling on it each time you spoke a word. "I don't think you like me, and I was wondering why."

Maybe it was the way you asked, as if you didn't care if he liked you or not, but you just wanted to know why, like a simple curiosity as a kid wonders why the sky is blue, and it irked something in him.

"You're right." Atsumu shrugged, eyes narrowing slightly to see your reaction to his words. "I don't like you."

He had meant to be mean, to wipe that kind smile off your face and maybe even see you hurt, and he clenched his teeth when you chuckled, instead.

"Figured as much. I want to know why, though. Did I do something to bother you, or is it simply our characters not getting along?"

"You're annoying." He scoffed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, so you're just prejudiced." You pursed your lips and explained when he cocked a mocking brow at you. "You don't know me well enough to call me annoying."

Well, he didn't know you were the type to call him out on his shit like this or how pretty you looked when you were angry. And he certainly didn't know how much he liked it.

You feel your heart skip a beat when Ataumu sent you an amused grin. It was unfair how good-looking he was.

"Of course, I do." You heard his voice, and it made you huff out a laugh. "Do you, really? When was the last time you even spoke to me?"

Atsumu hated the way you cock your brows at him almost mockingly, and he could feel the way you're sharpening your claws on the other side of the screen. He had to admit he found it kind of... hot.

"Last week on the break-out room." He shot back with an annoying, know-it-all raise of a brow, but you dispersed it without missing a beat. "Nope, the moment you saw me, you turned your mic off and looked at your phone the whole time."

"The week before that, then." He rolled his eyes, "No, you did the exact same thing then, too."

"Then the week-" Atsumu starts to speak, but his voice falters. When did you talk last time? Did he even speak once in any of the weekly break-out rooms? 

"That's that, then." You checked the time and smiled once again, a smile of victory you didn't care to hide. Both of you knew you won this round. Oh, the time's almost up, anyway. See you later!" You waved, leaving the break-out room with one of your bright smiles that he was used to seeing like you hadn't just had a conversation about how much he didn't like you. 

Atsumu only then feels the first spark of interest in him.

~

Now that Atsumu wants to be in the same break-out room with you, he never falls in one. 

It's like some goddamn voodoo magic. He couldn't help but smile whenever he heard the sentence, "now I'll be dividing you into break-out rooms." And God knew he heard it often, but whenever he clicked the button, go to room 4, it was always someone else waiting for him there, and never you. 

It caught him off-guard when you did appear on his screen, again with a kind smile. "Hi, Atsumu!" You waved, and Atsumu found his heart missing a beat. 

"Hi," He muttered your name, quickly trying to clear his desk from all the empty cups and plates. "It's been a while."

"You're right." You laughed it off, trying to discard how good he looked still as you quirked a quizzical brow at him. "You look like you missed me."

You had expected Atsumu to stay silent at your remark, waiting for him to turn his mic off as he always did, but it was a (pleasant) surprise to see he didn't. 

"Is something wrong?" You pursed your lips, and he noticed how your brows furrowed in concern. 

"Why would there be?"

You shrugged. "I thought you found me annoying. I didn't think you would want to chat."

"You were the one who told me I didn't know you well enough to say you were annoying, weren't you?" Atsumu quickly retorted, taking note of the slight wavering of your lips into a smile. 

"Touche. So, what is it, or are you trying to prove me wrong and actually trying to get to know me?" 

Atsumu shrugged, only to find you chuckling at him. "Caught red-handed, I guess." He mutters, joining your laughter. The next few minutes, Atsumu found himself having more fun than he probably ever had in a break-out room. 

Oh, fuck, he thinks to himself, right before he clicks the turn back to the main room button. He can't wait for the next time he falls in a break-out room.

with you, of course.

HIII BABY CONGRATS ON 600 FOLLOWERS!!! You deserve this and so much more 🥰🥰 I wanna participate in your event, it looks really interesting!! I like the fact that I’m a really caring person. With suga please?? Thank you and I LOVE YOU 😙❤️

I👏 will👏 die👏 for👏 you👏

Also YOU REALLY ARE SO CARING I CANNOT EVEN- MY SUGA KINNIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH- okay well anyway, I hope you like this baby 🥴

Pairing: Sugawara with a caring, motherly S/O

Genre: fluff! This is a part of my 600 event, so if you like it, make sure to check it out!

Sugawara can't fight a smile when he sees you enter the room. He was never good at hiding his emotions about you, anyway.

He's quick to make his way towards you, pursing his lips to hide his smile when you send a glare at him. Or at least try to, behind all the bags you're carrying.

Your figure is practically lost behind the luggage you have in your arms, body trembling with all the weight. Without making you suffer anymore, you feel your boyfriends' hands touch you softly, the heavy weight lifting from your arms almost right after.

Sugawara hears you sigh happily as he takes the bags from you, a smile finding its place on his soft lips as you press a chaste kiss on them as a thank you.

The teasing wink he sends your way makes you purse your lips. "Don't pout at me," he laughs. "You should be grateful you have such a strong and sturdy boyfriend- oh!"

Your laugh that rings in his ears after he misses a step and trips over his leg, regaining his balance last second before he faceplants on the floor, make him the one pouting this time, only frowning deeper when you try to talk between your laughter.

"If that strong and sturdy boyfriend doesn't pay attention to where he's going, he'll drop half the luggage, though."

You know by the way his brows twitch and his lips turn slightly downwards that your little remark might've touched his ego. "What's all this stuff, anyway?" He huffs, finally making it to where all the rest of the bags rested. He notices how what you brought alone was more than everyone else's bags, combined. "We're only going to stay for a night."

Since graduation was nearing, you had decided to plan a little vacation for the volleyball team to spend a little more time together before they parted.

It wasn't anything extravagant, you had explained, when you first told them. "It's just a little day off at a nice hotel, and I already fixed the shuttles and everything, so you don't have to worry!" The last you told the captain, who seemed just as excited as the rest of the team.

Suga wouldn't admit, but he might've felt a little jealous by how everyone on the team approached him to tell him how lucky he was after you had left (not before pressing a kiss on his lips, though)

"Well, yeah, but- I have nausea medicine for Hinata," you tell him, thinking of all the other things you brought. "An extra pair of pants and a shirt for you since you're too clumsy. Cold medicine for Kageyama and Daichi - they are awfully immune to catching a cold-, some sleeping pills for our sanity- I mean, Noya."

Sugawara can't help but chuckle when you stop on your track to think about all the other things you brought.

"Two volleyballs for Hinata-"

"Two?" Sugawara repeats.

"Yeah, in case one goes out. A charger and a power bank for Tsukishima, bandaids- you never know when Noya's around, oh my god, a lot of food, a pair of sandals for you because I knew you were going to wear these shoes," you glance at his shoes and smile knowingly, "and they always hurt your feet, a book I told Daichi recently about and that he wanted to read, extra hair ties for Asahi and-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." He interrupts with a laugh, and you suddenly find him wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you flush into his chest.

"You're a literal angel, you know that right?" You hear him murmur after the soft kiss he presses on top of your head.

"I know." You pull back with a laugh, poking him on the cheek. "Oh, Daichi and Tsukishima are already here!" You beam at him, and Sugawara feels his heart miss a beat.

If he takes a closer look, he can see the dark circles under your eyes that you tried to conceal, your yawns you had a little too often, the way your eyelids were closing off as if they were heavier.

Aas much as you took care of everyone, Sugawara was more than aware of how you forgot to take care of yourself. You had probably spent the whole night preparing all this food and gathering everything else, not even giving it a second thought.

And as much as Sugawara loved that about you, he loved you even more.

"Baby?" You hear him call for you, making you part from the first-years. "Kageyama, if you don't let go of Tsukishima now-" He hears you scold the setter who has his usual frown on his face.

The pair let go of each other as soon as they see your boyfriend coming towards them, his quirked brow successfully giving them the intended scare.

"Did you need anything?" You turn to face him, brows furrowing when you see the slightly pained look on his face. "Kou?! What's wrong, are the shoes hurting already?" The way your hands are roaming on his face lovingly, pushing back his hair, Sugawara can't help but cherish this small act of intimacy.

He's quick to recompose himself, nodding at your question and frowning even deeper. "And my stomache aches, too, I don't think I can stand on my legs any longer." He tells you.

"Oh no, baby, I had some stomachache medicine with me, but let's get to the bus, yeah?" You pull him into the bus, making him sit down and wrapping him in the blanket he brought with you -he was surprised how you even managed to fit that in there- and planting a soft kiss on his temple.

"Just settle here, okay? Are you comfortable? Are you feeling- hey!" You yelp when you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you towards himself and locking you on his chest. "Kou- what are you doing?" Your voice muffled because of the way he's pressing you into his chest.

"Hm? Stay with me." He whispers. "You're tired, aren't you?"

He laughs at the few seconds of silence you give him. "How could you tell?"

"I'm your boyfriend, love." He chuckles. "I think I should be able to tell. Now, you rest, okay?"

"But-"

"No buts," he interrupts, loosening his arms a little to look at your face and flicks you lightly on the forehead. "You're resting at least until we arrive there."

"Okay, okay." You laugh. "But if I'm resting, I'm resting right here."

"On my lap?"

"Where else?" You nuzzle into him, but not before he catches the smile on your lips.

(Don’t) Let me be the judge of that

A/N: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

Genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

Warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he’s simply wrong. You’re here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn’t like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

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[ 10:35 AM ] KUROO TETSURŌ

“will you stop looking at me like that?”

the grin on kuroo’s face widens as he attempts to shake his hair away from his face.

“like what?” he challenges, casually leaning against the teacher’s desk.

you huff, wiping the chalkboard with more tenacity than you did before. “you tell me.”

the dark-haired boy raises an eyebrow at you, “i don’t know what you mean.”

you turn towards him, momentarily forgetting the task at hand.

kuroo tetsurō is a mess of long, ungraceful limbs and scruffy, unkempt hair. the easy grin he often sports on his lips is one that all the chirpy underclassmen fawn over. with his laidback personality and flashy position as the volleyball club’s captain, he’s easily dubbed as one of the popular guys in school.

long story short, he’s got no business staring at you like that. the student athlete and the class rep don’t exactly ‘hang out’ with each other.

“if you keep looking at me like that people are gonna talk!” you cross your arms in front of your chest, tapping your foot impatiently.

he mirrors your actions and takes a step closer to you, and it takes all of your willpower to stop your cheeks from heating up.

“why would they talk, hm?” the grin never leaving his face. annoying.

kuroo’s intense gaze makes you feel entirely exposed. you look to the side, avoiding his eyes.

“well i don’t know,” you mumble, scrunching your nose. “you look like you’re in love with me or something.”

you expected kuroo to laugh at your face; to sneer at you, maybe, for saying something as ridiculous as that.

but just like always, he never fails to surprise you.

you’re not sure if it’s just a trick of the light, but you see his eyes softening, a genuine smile slowly replacing the sleazy grin on his lips.

“well what if i am?” kuroo bites the side of his cheek. “what if i am in love with you?”

you narrow your eyes at him, your heart thumping loudly against your chest, sending warm vibrations through your whole body.

you wait for him to burst into laughter, to point you to a video camera and say ‘ha! gotcha’; for him to tell you that this is all a sick joke of his—a prank. but the moment never came.

he looks at you expectantly, but the smile on his lips slowly falls off the longer you take to reply to his sudden confession.

the warmth on your face has started to become almost unbearable, and in attempt to calm yourself down, you return to the task you were doing before he came and dropped a huge bomb on you.

“well maybe i like you too,” you mutter, angrily wiping the board once more.

kuroo’s face lights up at this, the charming curve of his lips returning.

“so is that a yes to going out with me, pres?” he pokes at your cheek, using the nickname he gave you all those months ago.

back then, you assumed that he was just using said name to rile you up; to make fun of you, perhaps. but today, hearing him utter the nickname with a soft smile on his face, it sounds endearing, almost.

“oh shut up.”

Boy in love

a/n: this is just a lil excuse to write the scene where you kiss Oikawa on his cheek and he smiles stupidly as he holds his face like he’s trying to hold the kiss there forever.

Warnings and genre: not really angst, I made it look like it but its actually fluff (not proofread)

Oikawa feels like his heart is suddenly five kilograms heavier, dropping and dropping in his chest.

He feels a lump in the back of his throat at the sight of you chuckling at Iwaizumi, a sick feeling creeping up from his stomach to his chest, but it seems Oikawa is unable to look away from you.

You, who is standing under a pretty tree, the wind carrying the sound of your laughter all the way to him, Oikawa feels the goosebumps creeping up from his spine since he’s not the reason for your laughter, but Iwaizumi is.

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