Is It Possible For You To Write A Oneshot Or Headcannons, Whichever You Feel More Comfortable Doing,

Is it possible for you to write a oneshot or headcannons, whichever you feel more comfortable doing, for domestic shinso? Like how the relationship is during their time in UA and after? I hope this makes sense!💗💗💗

Hi! Thank you for requesting! I wrote this as headcanons with a mini scenario at the end of it, I hope that’s alright! I’m a Shinso simp so this went a little out of proportion 💀

Genre: Fluff, Domestic

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 2k

Is It Possible For You To Write A Oneshot Or Headcannons, Whichever You Feel More Comfortable Doing,

Before UA Dorms:

- While you were in UA, Shinso tried his hardest to spent time with you

- Both of you were so busy, especially with you in the hero course and Shinso training privately with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course too (preferably your class)

- Before the dorms were instigated, he’d sleep at your place, crashing after training with your teacher

- You would have most likely returned from training too, both of you crashing on your living room couch after a refreshing shower

- Shinso is a gift-giver, he’d show up to your how every time with something small to show his appreciation for you

- The most occurring gift is little air fresheners shaped like a cat you hang above your desk – each one has a different scent from the last

- The time would be spent watching movies, making fruit smoothies, and looking at cat videos

- Occasionally (a whole lot, actually) he’d “lose track of time” and have to stay all night, not that your parents minded at all – they loved him

- There was something about his maturity, wit, sleepiness, and determination that made him so charming

- The nights he would stay he’d let your head rest of his chest or on his shoulder, depending on how big your bed is

- You knew he didn’t sleep much, feeling guilty that you were sprawled all over him

- He always insisted he loved your warmth, it not only soothing him to get a few winks or that it reassured him that you were there

- Bike rides were a must almost every morning he was at your place

- He’d lead you through his favourite parks to cycle around then stop for an iced coffee before heading back home

- The two of you soon noticed just how much time he spent at yours, and so little you went to his house, so you began to shake it up a bit

In the Dorms:

- The two of you certainly used the dorms as an excuse to spend even more time together

- It was so easy to crash in each other’s room, either after training or if you were bored on a weekend

- His dorm was the regular, maybe it was the gradually growing collection of stray kittens hiding under his bed that made you so eager to join him

- You certainly didn’t mind the walk from Hero’s Alliance to his building

- Routine changed once again when he transferred into the hero course and moved into your dorm

- Instead of hiding away in one of your dorms, you felt more comfortable lingering into the common room

- The common room was your domain at night, either you were binging a series together, baking a midnight snack, letting his kittens roam free for a while, or a combination of them all

- Aizawa constantly got the two of you in trouble for being too noisy or finding you both crashed on the couch in a pile of pillows with a kitten or two sleeping on top

- Shinso always managed to create an excuse, or take the punishment for the two of you

- You were completely aware of Shinso’s relationship with your teacher and were kind of thankful for it

- As Shinso slowly began to make friends from your class, they began to hang out with you

- He couldn’t handle all the noise e for that amount of time in the common room

- That’s the time when you began to hide out in your dorm again, sprawled on the floor, bed or couch to relax and sleep

- You’d study or read while Shinso would fall asleep on your lap – he loves how soft you are, no matter your body type

As Pros:

- The day be popped the question that you should move into an apartment together was when you were both very settled in your hero careers

- He had grown in so many ways, not only as a hero, but as a person and he definitely got more handsome

- Your apartment was humble, and you two finally owned as cat

- You gifted it to him for his birthday the year you moved in

- Shinso continued to take after his teacher, becoming an underground hero

- This meant that he was constantly out at night, receiving even less sleep than he used to

- Although, you supported him, his wellbeing will continue to be the most important thing in your relationship

Sizzling of the pan over the stove crackled up as you flipped the pork in the oil. Your spatula dug up the frying pieces, gathering the frying oil that splattered when you flipped the crumbed pork. The oil splashed up towards you, landing on the apron that wrapped around your waist. The rest of the meal had been prepared, awaiting the pork to sit on top.

You patiently waiting for Hitoshi to arrive home in the early hours of the morning. Sure, you could have gone to sleep and had breakfast with him in the morning. However, something was keeping you awake, the urge to give Hitoshi a proper meal urged you to cook at 3am.

Hours ago, you had your own meal after arriving home from patrol as Hitoshi headed towards the door. Your schedules crashed too often, only being able to spend a few fleeting moments when he’d accidentally wake you up when he arrived home. Spending those few hours of sleep before you then had to get up for your hero work definitely didn’t make up for lost time. Especially when Hitoshi is called in for a daytime mission as well.

No matter how many times you would tell him to catch up on sleep during the day, you know for a fact he didn’t. The amount of times he had sped past on his bike, shoving a bouquet of flowers into your arms. He definitely received an angry text from you saying that he should be resting soon after. You would also know whenever he’d been training with Aizawa, because your old teacher constantly updated you on his progress. It was also painfully obvious when he was working out at home, weights, a yoga mat, and his towel would never be packed away properly when you got home.

Now, you focused on lifting the pan off the stove, sitting it down next to the bowl of rice. You only made one serving, you not being hungry enough to eat a full meal. The eggs you had prepared were mixed into the rice, the sauce seeping into it. Scooping the crumbed pork up with the spatula, you placed them on top.

A soft click sounded from the other side of your apartment door. Jingling keys caused a smile to arise on your lips, which took over your tired face as the door swung open.

Dark violet hair was the first thing you saw, the crazy tufts drooping slightly with a mix of sweat and rain. His voice changing device hung around his neck and his bag rested on his shoulder. The black hero suit he adorned was slightly damp, unzipped at the front so a small section of his heaving chest was visible.

“Hitoshi, sweetheart,” you called out, “I have dinner for you.”

Hitoshi’s nose was the first to perk up, the small of his meal caused a growing smile on his face. His tired eyes met yours, sighing dramatically when he saw you.

“Why are you awake, kitten?” His husky voice grumbled, “But, is that katsudon?”

You ignored, his first question, not wanting to make this about you, “Yes, it is. Come eat.”

He etched over to the counter, discarding parts of his hero attire as he approached. Dropping his bag at his feet, he gently placed his voice changer on top. His capture scarf was unwrapped and tossed over the couch, along with his utility belt. Hitoshi almost collapsed onto the stool by the kitchen bench, immediately digging into the food.

Watching silently, you untied your apron and leaned against the bench. Your chin resting in your palms, your soft eyes gazed over Hitoshi’s features. You couldn’t wait to marry him.

Happily, Hitoshi chewed his dinner, not breaking eyes contact with you ever. You reached a hand out to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over the growing purple eyebags underneath his half-lidded eyes. Unable to contain your worry, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pouted.

“What’s wrong?” Hitoshi asked, “Why are you making that face, kitty?”

You retracted your hand, only for Hitoshi’s hand to catch it softly.

“You need to stop overworking yourself,” you whispered, “Baby, you’re running on three hours of sleep everyday and are constantly being active when you have free time. You need to take care of yourself and relax once in a while. I’ve been thinking of requesting to change my patrol time so we get time to ourselves. I suggest you do the same so you don’t come back so late.”

Hitoshi groaned; you knew you would get a similar reaction. However, it wasn’t of annoyance or because he was disagreeing. It almost seemed relieved.

After dropping his chopsticks, Hitoshi grabbed your other hand and brought them both to his face. Your hands held his cheeks gently, Hitoshi melting into them with a sigh. His eyes closed, dropping his hands so they rubbed your forearms up and down.

The slight purple stubble on his jaw prickled at your hand as you glided your thumbs over his cheekbones. You let out an adoring laugh, the pout on your lips only showed you empathy towards Hitoshi.

For a moment you thought he was asleep, but he spoke up, “I thought you’d never say that. For a moment I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“Hey.”

You tilted his head up so his eyes that fell open would look into your own. Even though you knew he was teasing you by that dumb smirk across his lips, you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to scold him.

“It doesn’t look like you care about yourself so someone has to do it. And you know what the best selfcare is?”

“What is it?”

“Grabbing the cat and coming to sleep with me in bed.”

“I don’t feel like sleeping right now.”

“What do you mean? You look like a mess.”

“I want sleepy cuddles. I can’t enjoy your cuddles when I’m asleep, now, can I?”

You groaned, lifting your hands off his face and letting it drop. For a moment you thought you gave him whiplash so you mumbled a quick, “Oh, sorry.”

Hitoshi recovered, rubbing the back of his neck, “We can grab the cat and watch Netflix for a couple hours.”

“But it’s like 3am. The sun will be rising by the time two hours is up.”

“Then, we both call in sick. You don’t patrol during the day and I won’t go out at night. How does that sound?”

“As long as we get some sleep tomorrow night.”

When Hitoshi agreed, you smiled in success. This signposted the place when you only worked every two days. Hitoshi would work one night, then you’d work the following day. It worked like a treat. He’d always be home when you returned from patrol and never had to leave immediately after. You’d always have a late lunch together and he’s come back earlier too. The mornings you worked you’d find him sleeping soundly next to you, giving him a quick kiss as a goodbye.

The time you both didn’t work was time the both of you spent together. Whether you lounged at home, or went out somewhere. You left all the housework to the night he was working, not wanting to bore him with it. It got to the point when you didn’t care what he did when you worked, finding that he would be resting enough to not burn himself out again. Occasionally, you’d return to find he’d folded some clothes or cleaned the cat litter for you.

You definitely noticed how he perked up with his extra rest, learning more and more about him every day. This led to the two of you dating for another two years before he finally popped the real question. Whether or not you two had kids was entirely up to you, and that was another can of worms waiting to be

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