I Had This Idea When I Woke Up At Like 11:30pm I Promise I Am Still Working On The Fic Too Tho

I had this idea when I woke up at like 11:30pm I promise I am still working on the fic too tho

Rewrite the Stars

Tsunagu struggles with disapproving parents but Shinya manages to bring his hope back with a song. I did it dear Anon! I hope this is to your liking! I had a lot of fun writing it :) Angst with happy ending, fluff TW HOMOPHOBIA

Tsunagu could barely hear his own affirmations over his heartbeat. Today was the day he would introduce Shinya to his parents, and he was terrified of their reactions. He loved silver haired man, more than he could even love himself, but he was also weak. Too good. Too obedient to stand up against his parents. Too deep in the role he grew up in; the perfect, straight, polite, respectful boy his parents had raised. Good looking too, always tidy, and mindful of his appearance. Except he had realized that straight wasn’t the best way to describe himself. He had fallen in love with a boy, slightly younger and from poorer conditions; someone who wouldn’t mind not brushing his hair for a week and who could barely go without making a joke that his parents surely would not like. Jokes good boys like Tsunagu didn’t make. But ones he had learned to love so much. 

“Tsu, you’re shaking. That’s not making your affirmations very convincing.”

Shinya chuckled nervously and held his hand tighter. He was right, of course, but the blonde couldn’t help it. To say that he was scared was an understatement, he was terrified and just wanted it all to go well. Finally, he knocked on the door they’d been standing in front of for nearly half an hour. It seemed like forever until it opened and there stood the human, perfect dolls that were Tsunagu's parents. With bright fake smiles that made Shinya want to throw up, but he bit his tongue and smiled back.

“Hello, young man. You must be Tsunagu’s friend. He’s told us so much about you.”

He had told lies to even get them to allow Shinya to come over. In their minds, he was from a good house downtown, with exceptionally good grades, and the representative of his class. None of that was true, but Tsunagu figured that “co-president of their unauthorized fabric-arts club” would not be enough to convince them. Especially since the two of them were the only members.

“I am, ma’am. My name is Shinya Kamihara. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Oh isn’t he polite honey?”

She asked Tsunagu’s father who merely gave an affirming, seemingly approving nod. The boys stepped in and were promptly led to the kitchen, where dinner was already served; the smell was heavenly and unlike anything Shinya had ever smelled. He was used to canned foods and anything that was as cheap as possible and when he saw the plentitude of food on the table, his mouth watered. But there was a good chance that he wouldn’t eat any of it, because he and Tsunagu had agreed to tell his parents about them before dinner. That way the nervousness would be out of the way, and they could, if it went well, eat in peace.

Both of them were equally scared. There was a plan B, technically, in which the two heroes in training could go and live with the younger one’s parents. They had always been supportive of their son, and of their love, but what held them back was Tsunagu’s status. And it would be a harsh drop for him to be discarded by his family if they didn’t isolate him even more from people they didn’t see as suitable to be his friends. Or lovers. They had too much power, too, and he would lose all the benefits he’d grown up with. It was a scary thought, and Shinya understood that. He also understood that the blonde would have a hard time if that happened but he had promised his undying support. As far as he could give it in his own condition. And he was scared that his soulmate would hate him. What if they broke up? What if he lost his family over a temporary relationship? Though, that wasn’t what it felt like. They were like water to each other, meeting whenever they had free time, and it hurt deeply to think about losing each other.

The blonde grabbed Shinya’s hand and took a deep breath before he started to speak, slowly and with a shake in his voice that Shinya didn’t know from him:

“I.. we have to tell you something. Shinya isn’t my friend. He’s my boyfriend.”

That was direct, which was to be expected of him, but it still slightly surprised Shinya. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop and for such a long moment that he needed a good two seconds to register the slap that followed. Tsunagu was holding his cheek as tears rolled down his face, but he said nothing more. Shinya himself was too frozen in shock to react and his mind almost went blank as the man shouted:

“Are you kidding me?!”

The mother was crying as well, and the boy could have slapped her for how ridiculous it was.

“We didn’t raise you like this, darling! We just want to see you marry a pretty girl you love! What did we do wrong?”

Tsunagu was sobbing now, and stepped away from Shinya who couldn’t hold back his words any longer:

“What kind of shitty assholes are you? Your son can’t even love whoever he wants? You are disgusting.”

Both their attention was now on him, giving his boyfriend a brief break, but it wasn’t either of their words that broke his heart:

“Kamihara. I think you should go home now.”

“Tsu-“ 

“It’s Hakamada to you.”

With gritted teeth, Shinya ran out, to avoid letting anyone see his tears, and fled the scene into the warm light of the sunset. It felt like a metaphor, setting the end of their relationship, but it was too painful to give up this easily. And so after running for multiple minutes, he took a deep breath. And focused on breathing and rationalizing his thoughts; this would not be where their relationship would end, and he would not feel hurt by the other’s words now. The blonde hadn’t meant them, and Shinya would make sure to let him know that this hole they were in was one they would mend together.

The evening that followed felt incredibly long. It consisted of Shinya eating the little dinner his father could serve him, and brainstorming so hard he believed that the man could see smoke coming out of his ears as he asked:

“Würmchen, what’s wrong? You seem so absentminded today.”

A little smile came on his face at the new nickname; his father loved to learn all kinds of nicknames from different languages for him, and this one was particularly cute. But his face dropped again fast at the memory of the day:

“I met Tsu’s parents today and... they don’t want us to be together.”

The other softly patted his hair:

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I can’t imagine you would give up so fast.”

“I won’t! I just don’t know what to do. I know you and Mom said he can come live with us, but I don’t think I could convince him with words. He’s too scared and I understand that.”

His father hummed with a nod and took his hands with an assuring squeeze:

“Shinya, I’m not sure if I can really help you here, but I’m sure you will figure it out. Maybe there is something that connects you two, a memory or a song that can pull him out of his doubts?” 

There was none that Shinya could think of at the moment, mind too clouded, not with worry but the sadness of how miserable Tsunagu must have felt at the moment. Surely he was lying awake in his room, crying and cursing himself for struggling so much with standing up to his parents. He knew that if it wasn’t for them, and the fear of what they might do, he would choose him over anything in the world. 

“Thank you, pop. I’ll think about it.”

“I know you will, pumpkin. Don’t stay up too late.”

This wasn’t something Shinya could comply with, for now he was determined to come up with something that could convince his love to make the choice both of them knew was the one he wanted to make. For at least an hour he stared up at the glow stars on his ceiling when suddenly, it hit him; there was a song. One the two of them had sung to each other, just a few years ago, when they felt unsure about whether they should risk starting a relationship. The young man put it on and fell asleep with a smile, convinced that these lyrics might just mark the start of a life much brighter and happier.

His sleep was dreamless and calm; much deserved after what he’d been through and what he would attempt to do the next day.

He awoke to his mother’s soft voice, waking him and placing a tray of self-made pancakes on his lap with a smile:

“Your father told me about last night, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

“Don’t apologize, mommy, you were at work. I understand that. You don’t need to make me fancy breakfast because of this.”

He said but with his grumbling stomach, he couldn’t help but shovel them into his mouth instantly. They seemed to be in a comparably good place financially if she could afford this, and Shinya knew he should simply be happy about that. He hoped to find a paid internship soon, but until then he had to give his best in the unpaid one he got into. He was already lucky he got to attend UA with his scholarship and help from the government, but getting into the world of becoming a pro-hero was much harder than he had thought. 

The boy had been scared to start dating Tsunagu at first, afraid he would think it was just for his money, but the older one had always been way too clever to even think that. And he knew how much Shinya loved him. And Shinya knew the same about him. 

With a *ding* he checked his phone and saw a message from the blonde:

We need to talk. Come to the bench?

A single glance up at his mother’s face was enough to make her chuckle and he jumped out of the bed the second she told him to “Just go already.”. He got dressed fast, kissed her goodbye, and ran out of the house. 

“The bench” was an old wooden one, by an even older oak tree that the two had been meeting at for as long as Shinya could remember. It was a pretty spot, with a nice view over the local lake, one that was outside of both the poor and the rich neighborhoods. It felt like a comforting neutral ground, and it was very popular with couples. 

“I’m here my love!”

He sang, waving at the blonde who looked almost more upset than the night before. Tsunagu raised his head, hitting Shinya instantly with a dry and clearly hesitant statement:

“We should break up.”

The shorter one stopped, sighed, and took the other’s hands:

“See, I don’t agree, Tsu.”

“I.. Shinya, please. My parents don’t approve. They want me to marry a woman. Of high status. They’ll never approve, I just don’t understand why you would want me if I can’t even stand up to them for you.”

But his boyfriend wouldn’t give in so easily; he looked up, with a soft and hopeful smile, and started to sing calmly:

“You know I want you. It’s not a secret I try to hide.”

The rich boy seemed slightly surprised, and turned away as tears welled up in his eyes:

“Don’t do this Shinya.”

“I know you want me. So don’t keep saying our hands are tied.”

Even though Tsunagu may not have thought it would be in the cards for them and that fate was pulling them apart, his lover did not think the same. They were in each other’s hearts and nobody would be able to stop them if he could just win the blonde over. If he just put their destiny to be together over the fear of his parents.

“What if we rewrite the stars. Say you were made to be mine.”

If Tsunagu could just do that, then nothing could keep them apart anymore. Even if they had nothing but a million dreams, it would be more than enough for Shinya. Tsunagu’s expression had softened a bit by now and a relieved laugh left the shorter one as the other’s cold hands closed around his warmer ones: 

“You think it’s easy. You think I don’t wanna run to you.”

The lyrics matched his feelings all too well; he wanted nothing but to be with the other man, but there were so many doors they couldn’t walk through. He couldn’t walk through when it always seemed so easy to Shinya; who was poor and from low status and who just kept and kept on hoping and pushing through so bravely. 

Their love had always felt like a tightrope with Shinya, one they walked together; dangerous and ridiculous to some. It felt safer on the land of pleasing his parents, yet this deep unknown sea that was loving Shinya was that much more pleasing. A sea he wanted to sail more than anything, to find a place he could happily call home. 

The world felt like a fantasy with him, like a wonderful dream Tsunagu never wanted to wake up from. Shinya made him feel alive, and he wished he wasn’t so afraid to show his love openly and step outside his toxic role of the perfect son, a marionette to his parents, who never cared about what made him happy.

“All I want is to fly with you, all I want is to fall with you.”

Shinya continued the song, and he knew he had won when Tsunagu finally lowered his head, kissing the younger one’s hands and shaking with sobs:

“I don’t want to lose you Shinya. I don’t want to break up. I just want to hold you and love you and I feel no matter how much I love you it’s never enough to break this cycle I’m in. I’m so scared of the unknown but I think I’m ready now to take the risk and follow you there.”

The kiss that followed was long and warm, and so full of love that their hearts threatened to burst from the wonderful intensity of it. Tsunagu cupped his love’s cheeks and closed the distance between them, holding him tight, unwilling to ever let go. This warmth was one he would never get from his parents or anyone, he realized, and it was one he never wanted to lose again. 

“If I do this… are you certain your parents will let me live with you for a while?”

“Babe. They love you. They would be much more upset if I came home without you. We know you won’t be able to pay rent, and nobody expects you to. We just want you to be safe. Even if your parents freeze your account.”

At those words, the blonde reached into his pocket and pulled out a large stack of money, much more than Shinya had ever seen:

“Actually, I went to withdraw most of it before meeting you.”

It took Shinya a moment to realize what this implied and then a relived sigh left him:

“This means you knew we’d not break up!”

“My little fiber.. my sweet, soft little fiber, I didn’t know. I was hoping we wouldn’t. I was hoping you would find a way to lead me back to you, away from my fears. What I did know was you would try, and I cannot apologize enough for not trying the same way you do. But now I want to fight.”

He lost himself in the other’s gray, beautiful, brave eyes for a moment and stole another kiss:

“Expensive champagne and cars and mansions are someone else’s dreams. They’re my parents’ dreams, I realize that now. I have my own dreams. One of them is right here in my arms.”

Shinya smiled content, nuzzling into the taller one’s chest and letting this moment of love wash over them. It was like a burning fire, like freedom, to be held by him like this, knowing this rough moment was over. Somehow, he could feel that from now on everything would be alright. And that their love would last for a long time to come.

hi! Me again! I have another idea about another edgejeanist fanfiction. How about that Best Jeanist is a yandere for Edgeshot? I hope I’m not overwhelming you with my ideas. My mind is just bursting with so many ideas for edgejeanist’s fanfictions! I really love the ship. But I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by so many of my ideas. I’m not really good at writing fanfictions myself. You’re so good at making fanfictions of edgejeanist! Please take your time if you’re up for it. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I hope you have a nice day! And make sure to stay hydrated!

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Love hurts

Yandere!Best Jeanist does what needs to make Shinya his. Angst (?), kidnapping, open ending

„Best Jeanist and I are merely friends, there is really nothing more to it.”

Edgeshot spoke, into a microphone held close to him by an interviewer. He was smiling underneath his mask, Jeanist could see that by the wrinkles forming around his eyes. Friends. That word stung in his heart. It had always stung, ever since they had been teenagers. Ever since he had first fallen in love with Shinya. 

This pain, this unbelievable ache tearing on his heartstrings, broke Tsunagu down more and more with every passing day. Every time the silver-haired hero’s attention wasn’t on him. Every time anyone else spoke to or flirted with him. He had made people cease contact with him before. He still could, but with being a hero, it seemed impossible to keep everyone away from him. 

He loved him. So much that it hurt. Loved him so much that it made his stomach turn with every night he had to think about how the other always just called him his Friend. It tore him apart, like ripping open a small hole in one’s clothes, making it worse with every little tear he had to endure. 

After the interview, Tsunagu walked over to Shinya:

“Hey. Do you want to come over to my place tonight? And watch a movie?”

“Sorry, dude, Ryukyu asked me to hang out already.”

These words stirred his jealousy even more, and it made him so angry; he had gotten rid of people before. Cleverly, without anyone even suspecting it to have been cold-blooded murder. But he couldn’t do that to a hero. Not because he wasn’t willing, quite the opposite, but because he knew it would be much more suspicious. Much more investigated.

“But you promised to spend time with me today.”

He lied, squinting his eyes slightly. Shinya frowned and tilted his head; clearly unsure of what he was talking about:

“Did I?”

“Yes. You did, last week. When you already hung out with her.”

They were getting too close to each other for Tsunagu’s taste, and he was uncomfortable at the thought of something more happening between them. He wanted, needed, Shinya Kamihara to be his. He always daydreamed about holding him. Going on dates with him, and marrying him one day. And yet, the other had never once looked at Tsunagu that way. No, it had always been other people who had his attention, his heart, but all Jeanist had was being his Friend. 

“I- I don’t remember that. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t leave me hanging like that again, Shinya. You promised not to put others above our friendship.”

The word would barely go over his lips. But his heart fluttered as the shorter one sighed and nodded:

“I’m sure I said that. I will cancel my plans with her.”

He had always been so easy to gaslight. So easy to wrap around his finger. That’s why he had always assumed he wouldn’t need to take more drastic measures. 

“Alright. I will cook your favorite food, how does that sound?”

Shinya seemed a bit down about not getting to meet Ryukyu, and Tsunagu’s eye twitched unnoticeably as he realized that. 

Later, the two of them sat on the couch, watching a movie together; Shinya’s favorite, and the two of them could speak almost all the lines by now. They laughed, and the blonde’s heart fluttered at this wonderful moment; at Shinya’s laugh and the way he was enjoying his company. Tsunagu was brushing his hair, as he often did when seeing it messy after a long day, and he could get lost in the softness and smell of it for hours. 

“You have such beautiful hair, Shi.”

He spoke softly, with admiration, and love, but as always, the other took it as nothing more than a platonic compliment:

“Thanks, Tsu. I really try to keep it soft since you gave me tips on how to keep it healthy.”

“Mh, I’m pleased to hear that. You’re doing a really good job with it.”

Tsunagu replied, feeling his stomach grumble:

“How about I make dinner now?”

Shinya agreed, with a smile that drove the blonde insane and nodded. 

As they ate – onigiri with cucumber salad – the ninja hero started to feel drowsy. With a practiced, fake-confused head tilt, Jeanist looked at him:

“Shinya. What’s wrong. You don’t look so good.”

His voice was almost too soft and kind, to the extent that it creeped the younger one out. It was unsettling, to see his smile, which was less worried and more absolutely crazy; like a villain who had just succeeded with an evil plan. He slapped a hand in front of his mouth, dropping the onigiri as realization began to settle in, but it was too late. Tsunagu slowly made his way over to him, caressing his shoulders, and hair, and leaned down, speaking in a low and much too loving voice:

“You left me no choice. I didn’t want to rush this. Oh, you have no idea how much I didn’t want to rush this. But. You’re getting too close to Ryukyu. And I cannot lose you to her. How will you love me if you love her?”

He spoke, his smile spreading wider as Shinya tried but failed to use his quirk. Despite struggling, it was too late; the drug was spreading out in his bloodstream, and his head dropped, caught swiftly as Tsunagu manipulated the fibers of his scarf to keep him from crashing into the table:

“I’ll need you to sleep a bit, my love.”

With that, the world went black.

When Shinya woke up, he was tied to a bed; a big and comfortable one, and he looked around to take in any information he could about his environment; as a hero, he knew what to do in situations like this, and the first thing always had to be to take in as much about one’s surroundings as possible. A low chuckle caught his attention, as Tsunagu walked into the room:

“You’re awake!”

He exclaimed, clearly happy, but it wasn’t the Tsunagu Shinya knew; this one didn’t look at him nicely, with a small smile, and asked about his day. This one smiled like a maniac, with eyes he could only describe as hearteyes, and with an aura of possessiveness.

“Hakamada. What’s going on.”

Shinya spoke firmly, watching the other’s grin drop; clearly disliking being called by his last name. He didn’t reply, only came over to caress his cheek:

“My love.. my sweet little needle. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to be with me.

I’m so happy you’re with me.”

Edgeshot shuddered at these words; the way they were spoken dripping with delusion, and utter obsession, and he wasn’t sure what to reply. 

“Won’t you answer, my darling?”

“What are you talking about. You were my friend. What are you doing?”

He insisted, but the other shook his head, clearly upset:

“Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? Watching you talk to other people. Flirt with other people. Love other people? I need your love but you always gave it to others. I was tearing apart, you can’t even understand, you didn’t leave me a choice. I’ll do anything to have you with me, only me, I need you to love me.”

Not want to. Need to. Shinya thought, seeing now just how far gone the other man was. In a moment of surprise, he wanted to use his quirk again, groaning as it didn’t work; the collar around his neck prevented him from using it.

“What are you doing my fiber? You can’t leave. I just got you. Please, just agree to stay that’s all I need you to do.”

As a human, Shinya wanted to resist and put up a scene. But as a hero, he knew this wasn’t safe; he didn’t know how far the other was willing to go, he had already drugged and kidnapped him. He couldn’t risk being hurt, or worse; getting others hurt. Cooperating also reduced the risk of the denim hero using torture as a device to get Shinya to break. So he let it happen. Just for now, while he came up with a plan and to buy the other heroes some time. What made the situation more dangerous was that Tsunagu was also a hero; no matter how far into his delusion he fell, as the number 4 hero, he still knew all, if not more, of the tricks Shinya did.

“I will stay with you.”

He said, seeing the way his former friend’s face lit up; and it disgusted him. He didn’t struggle as the blonde kissed him. 

“Oh I knew you would come around for me. I’ve been daydreaming about this. About being with you, marrying you...”

He rambled on, pulling out a ring; it looked expensive and was decorated with a beautiful blue stone. Edgeshot hated what this suggested, but simply watched in silence as Tsunagu put it on his finger:

“Won’t you be my husband, Shinya?”

It creeped the smaller one out, how natural and unproblematic this whole situation must have seemed to Jeanist; the way he spoke and moved, albeit much more exaggerated, was exactly how he had always spoken and acted around Shinya. 

“I will be your husband.”

If only for his own safety, which held top priority right now. He couldn’t afford for the other to use more drastic measures. And even if he knew that Shinya was merely acting, as long as he gave the other what he wanted, it should be alright. 

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Tsunagu.”

A chuckle erupted from the other as he leaned down and caught Shinya in another kiss, crawling on top of him, but doing nothing more than that; only kissed, and cupped his face, with the same care with which he had put the ring on him. The obsession in his eyes cooled down to something Shinya couldn’t quite identify. He allowed the other to caress his face and hair, mumbling variations of

“I love you so much”, “You’re all mine now..” and even “You know I had to do this right?”

What was relieving was that the other didn’t seem to want to hurt him; he didn’t seem to want more than kisses, and Shinya could get through that. As long as he didn’t give the other a reason to lose his patience again, he was comparably safe. Shinya closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm his still-racing heart down; he was scared, but as long as he played it safe, there wasn’t too much to worry about. Tsunagu alone wouldn’t be able to defeat multiple other heroes, realistically seen, so all Shinya needed to do was hold through and wait for help. He had done that before, and this situation only hurt so much because it was someone he had thought he could trust. Someone he had liked and appreciated as a friend. Maybe, if Tsunagu had spoken about his feelings, he could have even returned them.

“Tsu.”

He said, more softly than before:

“Could you please get off me?”

Quickly the other obliged, lying down next to him instead, with more soft touches to his face:

“Of course, darling. Fiber of my heart, I’d do anything for you. Anything to make you happy, anything I can.” 

So he’s willing to keep me ‘comfortable’. That’s good. Edgeshot thought, turning his head towards the other man; he couldn’t help but feel sorry in a way. The way he acted, it was clear how badly he had been craving having Shinya to himself. It didn’t excuse his behavior, but Shinya knew that he needed to think deeper than his own understanding; Tsunagu had expressed it as painful, so he needed to believe that, if he wanted to cooperate in a safe manner. If it was painful to the taller man to not have Shinya’s love, surely it would be beneficial to play pretend to get him into a better mood.

“If you want me happy you have to promise not to hurt anyone. Focus on me.”

“I couldn’t focus on anyone else right now, you’re with me. That’s all that matters. And I will never hurt you. It feels so good to have you here, do you know that? Don’t you feel the same?”

The lovesickness in his eyes only grew, as Shinya nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He urged the other to speak it out loud. Not with words or actions, but simply with an expectant glance. 

“Yes, it’s nice.”

It seemed like Tsunagu wasn’t eager to hurt anyone per se, and if not given a reason to, would avoid it. Still a hero, after all, just one with twisted morals and lacking limits on how far to go for love. Shinya didn’t even want to know how long he had been like that or if anything between them had ever been normal. Didn’t want to know if any of the disappearances of people he knew oh so briefly, could be led back to Tsunagu. For his own sanity, he chose to pretend that his kidnapper had never hurt anyone.

“Are you hungry my love? Thirsty?”

“Not very, no.”

“Alright. Wonderful.”

The blonde said, his voice almost a giggle, as he wrapped his arm around Edgeshot, catching him in an embrace, and resting his head on the ninja-heroes chest. Listening to his heartbeat. And the younger one let him, knowing it was all he could do to get a moment to think. His mind flashed with thoughts about how surely, the Denim Hero wouldn’t be stupid enough to untie him at any point or take off his collar. He imagined he would feed him, and wash him, and dress him however he desired. At least the threads holding him in place weren’t painful. 

He turned his head, looking at his former friend; who was sleeping peacefully with a soft smile on his lips. It was almost scary how sound asleep he was in a situation like that, but Shinya understood, in a way, that this relief of tension and pain must have made him tired. A tear ran down his face now, which he tried to wipe away on the pillow; he was scared, of course, as anyone would be, but more than that he was saddened. Saddened about how someone he considered a good friend, his best friend even, could do something like this. How his mind wasn’t normal like he had always thought it was. How they would never normally watch movies together again. Shinya didn’t doubt that he would be rescued and that Tsunagu would be put to justice. But despite all of that, it hurt to realize that all the times they spent together would be washed away now. He had liked him, he really had. Deeply, and he had cherished their friendship ever since they started talking.

With his mind running, he looked back up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and hoped to be lulled back into some form of rest soon.

Lashes. Lashes for days. I have no control over his lashes anymore.

I made these for my gf @caliegraphie and I thought Id share owo