A Soft Baby Like You Following A Nasty Gremlin Like Me. Hhhhhh

A soft baby like you following a nasty gremlin like me. Hhhhhh

im no baby, im actually dangerous

i swear pls believe me

The picture is reference to what i'm feeling after reading this ask ❤️🥺

Eijirou Kirishima x f!reader

Category: angst

Warnings: suicide (nothing graphic) slight cursing, mentions of sex under the cut

Word count: 2,881

Summary: Kirishima's journey of learning how to live without you and the fault he feels for your decision.

A.n: This is told from Kirishima's POV, the character Daichi is completly random and has nothing to do with bnha lol. Things have been... Kinda bad lately, so I guess it's my way of ranting. Hope ya'll like it!

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There’s a few Astilbes in a tall vase on my bedside table. There’s this sweet smell coming from them, but it’s masked by the scent of a strong vanilla cologne.

It’s cold in the room because I can’t make myself get up to close the window, which lets ice cold air from the darkness to leak in.

I’m talking with her on the phone while wrapping the phone charger around my finger, untangling then twirling it again. My fingers remembered it as a routine during the hour we spent talking.

Even if her words are joyful, even if she’s talking about how’s school been and how she spent today studying at this super cute coffee shop with her friends, her voice feels heavy. Heavy with something she doesn’t want to show me. Something that she tries to hide under her stuttering laugh and stories.

But I’m not stupid. I can hear hints of pain stabbing her in the “It was fun” like sharp knives, and her “My new classmates are awesome!” covered by a mask of longing.

I want to help her, but my throat is dry and my tongue feels like it’s tied. I am held back by my own insecurities and doubts - I don’t want her to think that I’m an idiot or that I’m not minding my own bussiness.

“Eijirou? You still there?” she asks, oddly calm.

I wake up from my little trance. It seems like I got lost in the halls of my mind again. I feel a bit guilty. Did she tell me something important?

“Sorry, I got carried away for a second,”

There’s silence on her end of the line. A sigh soon rolls off the silence. I screwed up again.

“No, it’s okay. Nothing important.”

I hold my breath. What did she say? The smartest thing to do right now is just ask her-

“I will go now. Thanks for the convo, though,”

My teeth catch my bottom lip and I bite it. Idiot. I’m a fucking idiot.

There’s silence staying on the phone with me for a while until a quiet beep announces the call ending.

I couldn’t really sleep that night.

Somewhere near midnight, the line between sleep and search for comfort within the spots of the celling, in the stripes of the wallpaper or the folds of the blanket, blurs.

I don’t know when did I fall asleep but I think I saw angels, or maybe, just soft rays of sun, flooding into the room through curtainless windows.

I’m thinking about her. I’m thinking about how’s her day going and if she got any new opportunities to join a big agency.

Calendar on the wall shows that today is 11th of April, 2022.

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Time as a pro-hero flies fast. Now I have a lot of problems, or maybe, just more than I had when I was at school. I don’t bother to remember the names or faces of people. Don’t want to.

Bakugou says that I’ve changed and that others are really worried, but I just bury myself in more work.

I can’t tell when a patrol starts and ends or the voices of villains and other heroes. It all blurs into one mess that lays on my shoulders like a dark cloud.

I come back home with an empty head and a full work shedule.

While I try to watch TV, not minding the buzzing on the other side of window and in my head, the bouquet of pink Camellias in the vase seem to stare at me.

I try not to mind themuntil a delicate petal falls on my arm. I don’t know how to keep flowers. Maybe I should stop buying them - they seem to not like my place.

I try to change the water, hoping that this would fix everything, and then I go back to mindessly watching tv.

I wait. Laying in my bed, a soft blanket wrapped around me as I desperately search for any warmth. I wait. Tick Tock.

Then there’s only one minute left of waiting and that minute soons ends as my phone rings, throwing me out of my endless thoughts.

“Hey!”

“Hello! How are you? How was hero work today?”

Her voice sounds different today. A lot brighter, like she has a smile on her face as she’s talking and I feel myself smiling too.

“It’s good, it’s good... Hero work is hard, as always. I’ve got a nasty case, dealing with some shitty drug dealers. It’d be better if you told me about your day.”

She stays quiet for a moment. It feels as if she’s holding her breath and, for a moment, I hold mine too. As if we’re underwater in our own safe bubble, where no one else can reach us.

“Everything’s very good. Great, even,” she finally answers and our bubble bursts.

“How did that audition go?”

“Uhm, I didn’t go.”

I frown, not even knowing what to say. She wouldn’t shut up about that audition, how the hero that ran it shared her opinions and ideals, how that place was just a dream, how-

“Why?” I trap all of my thoughts in that simple word.

“Just thought it wasn’t worth it,”

I wrap my finger around the phone charger and unwrap it again.

“Why?” I repeat my question again, dumbfounded.

“Dunno, maybe that place wasn’t that fit for me after all.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

After that silence follows. Then we talk some more about work, but it seems that conversation just doesn’t flow freely tonight. I drag it out like bubblegum that’s not meant to stretch this far.

“I’m coming back for a few days soon.”

I almost jump up. Don’t know if it’s from excitment or from shock. I haven’t seen her for a year.

“Wait, really?” I ask, finding it hard to believe.

“Yeah, and I have a huge favor to ask.”

“Anything.”

“Could I crash at your place while I’m here?”

My heart jumps with excitment. She’s more than welcome to stay. My heart aches just at the thought about an opportunity to see her.

I suddenly remember that she’s still waiting for my answer.

“Yeah sure! Just give me a message when you have the date set.”

She sighs with relief,

“You’re the best, Eijirou.”

The way she says my name makes a blush creep up my checks,

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Just like that, the call ends and I’m left with pleasant silence. Tonight I don’t feel lonely.

The calendar shows 11th of April, 2023.

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It’s a few weeks of waiting until she grants her promise. She stands at my door, more beautiful than ever and for a second, I doubt if that’s just a vision, but after she flashes one of her sunshine smiles I instantly know that she’s real. She’s there and she’s real.

I pull her into a tight embrace, burying my face in her hair. Words cannot describe how much I missed her.

I give her a bunch of red Chrysanthemums and I instantly knew it was worth getting to the flower shop so early in the morning - her smile lights up the room brighter than the sun ever could.

“I missed you, Eijirou,” the name rolls off her plump lips so softly. It gives me the feeling that if I do as much as breathe, I’ll shatter the moment.

We talk all day, watch some TV and then talk some more. The stars shine so bright tonight that we don’t even need lamps. It seems as if they’re enjoying our moment too.

She tells me countless stories and I want to hear each one of them over and over again, her voice makes me feel drunk off my mind.

She talks about struggling with living in a foreign country, about missing me and other friends, about everything that bothers her and I’m here to listen. Soon, I tell her all my secrets and we’re sitting in front of each other pulling away all of our lies.

I don’t know what events lead up to our next step. Truly, it’s all a blur and the only significant thing I can point out is the flowers, gently sitting in the tall glass vase.

We get rid of our clothes, the same way we got rid of our secrets just minutes ago. There’s nothing separating us now and we can and get drunk off each other’s bodies.

Making love with her is tender and sweet, with lots of praises and sweet nothings, she manages to whisper out.

I pause for a second, taking a moment to truly look at her and memorise every inch of her body. From the way her hair is draped on my pillow and her face is so calm, to the way her legs, wrapped around my waist try to pull me as close as possible.

We spend the night naked, flush against each other, finally free of everything. If only for a moment.

The calendar shows 14th of May, 2023.

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When my phone rings again, I’m putting a bunch of yellow Zinnias into the vase. The flowers that I had before them have already wilted so I threw them away.

I sigh, expecting another call from her brother, who suddenly became worried about her like two weeks ago, or maybe someone from the former Bakusquad.

When I see her name on my phone I pick it up faster than I never knew I could.

“Eijirou...”

I haven’t heard her voice in so long, it almost feels surreal. I want her to repeat my name, slowly, so that could remember every syllable she says and repeat it on my mind forever.

“Is everything okay? I was so worried!”

Her voice cracks. I hear a quiet sniffle that she tries to hide.

“No, actually... No... I don’t like it there, I want to go home.”

All the other emotion in my body are conquered by pain. It’s so good to hear her, but it hurts so much to hear her voice is filled with sorrow I wished she would never experience. I want her to come back. I don’t care how selfish it is.

“I can’t... You know I can’t,”

I blink. I want to tell her, but my tongue feels heavy and all my words begin to slur.

I wake up with a jump. My shirt is flushed against my back and my whole body is covered in goosebumps. I snake my arms around myself, desperately seeking any kind of warmth.

My phone is turned off and the calendar shows 11th of April, 2024.

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I put red and white striped Carnations in a vase. Flowers from before are dead, as always.

Work goes by the same as always and while I’m sitting down trying to finish tomorrow’s plans, I wait for a call.

Time goes by, but it doesn’t ring. Tick tock. She always calls at the same time.

She used to call at the same time, my mind corrects. I push that thought into the deepest part of my brain, never to be found again.

Tick tock. That’s how another hour goes by, filled with walking from one end of the room to the other and checking my phone again and again.

I don’t get a call.

The other three weeks are tense. The bags under my eyes are filled with darkness from staring at the windows during long, sleepless nights, searching for answers from the dark and dim stars. Answers that none of them want to give to me.

When I get a call, my clock shows that it’s almost 4am.

“Y/N?” I ask, my voice colored by hopeful hues. Droplets of sleep still hang on my lips.

“No, dude it’s Daichi.”

I grit my teeth. I’m not mad at him. I’m not mad at him for calling me, I’m not mad at him...

I’m mad because he’s not Y/N.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to ask something about Y/N,”

“Eh?”

And what about her? For me to tell him what Y/N thought of him? To tell him that he was a bad brother? To tell him that his sister left because his family sucks?

“You’re her best friend.”

“Was.”

“What?”

“Was her best friend.”

“Yeah...”

“And?”

“And you.. Well you... Well she probably told you...”

“She didn’t,”

My answer is cold and what would put an end to this conversation.

“She... didn’t?”

He obviously doesn’t know when it’s time to end a conversation.

“Daichi, are you drunk?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why are you calling me at 4am?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Maybe it’s the only aspect he and his sister share - that small little doubt, showing that they’re never sure of what to say.

“Because I don’t u-understand,” he hiccups.

“What?”

Then his voice breaks, like a ship that’s slowly claimed by the waves to be sunken forever.

“Eijirou... Eijirou... I don’t understand why she left... Eijirou, was it really bad for her? Was it that bad that she couldn’t tell anyone?”

I bite my bottom lip until I feel a hot droplet of blood running down my chin. What do I say to him? That she was trying to tell them? That they didn’t listen? That none of us did?

“It’s not your fault, Daichi. Go to sleep,”

“But...”

“We’ll talk again tomorrow if you want to. Now go to sleep.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Yeah.”

I end the call and fall back to my bed. My bed is incredibly cold and unwelcoming. I slump my way towards the kitchen and sit there until the first droplets of liquid gold begin to pour inside.

Calendar shows 11th of April, 2025.

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I put Cyclamens in the vase. It’s the day we meet again. I don’t know what to hope for and while I’m going, my insecurities and fears follow close, only to disappear as soon as i see her.

She looks like a goddess. Her hair like rays of sunshine that found their place in the waves of locks on her head, her skin seems to shine, like it’s been kissed by stars and her smile only compliments her beauty.

Nothing’s changed but when I come closer, I notice that her eyes are different. All the happiness and joy is drained and now they’re empty. No, not empty... Just filled with something I can’t quite identify.

“It’s you...” I manage to whisper and before I start feeling like an idiot, she laughs with that wonderful laugh wrapping me with the feeling of safety, telling me that everything’s okay.

“It’s me.” she confirms and puts her forehead against mine. We drown in the silence, away from everything.

“I often wonder why you did that.”

She pulls away and her hands find their place on the back of my neck, as if we’re dancing, “I did it for myself.”

I sigh, “I don’t understand it. I don't understand it, Y/N,”

My hands dance on her waist, not finding their place.

“I wasn’t happy, Eijirou. I wasn’t happy there.”

I sigh again and pull her against my body. She smells like vanilla and clean laundry,

“Could I’ve made you happy?” I quietly ask and she raises her glance. Her empty eyes that pulled me in so strongly.

“No, it’s not your fault, Eijirou,” she answers and wipes away my tears that I didn’t even know were falling, “I did it for myself, I did it so I could be happy. Eijirou, I feel good now.”

I look up to the bright blue sky. There’s only one cloud there.

I take in a stuttering breath.

“Wasn’t there anything I could do?” Tears now flow freely as I try to not look at her. Somewhere deep inside I know this isn’t real and I’m afraid that she’ll disappear if I look at her for too long.

She takes my face into her hands, softly stroking it with one hand. Her glance is soft and for a moment, I see the Y/N I used to know before.

“All you can do right now is forgive me,” she whispers and I pet her silky hair, “And forgive yourself, Eijirou. You can’t carry the guilt of other people’s choices. You can’t live with a fault that isn’t your’s.”

That’s the last time I hear her voice.

When I wake up, I see her face right before my eyes but it’s not a ghost who drags a trail of unanswered questions after itself. No, it’s now a person I once loved so much. A person that I couldn’t hate for leaving me in pieces of my former self.

There’s a bunch of yellow Daffodils and Forget-Me-Not’s in my hands. Forget-Me-Not’s for a promise, that she’ll always be dear to me and Daffodils - the second promise, that I will finally start everything over again.

I leave the flowers on her grave, which I finally visited after two years.

It’s time to forgive her. It’s time to forgive myself.

I come back home and check the calendar for the last time. My new beginning is on 11th of April, 2026. Two years after her death.

“The sun will rise, and we will try again,” she used to say. With those words, I breathe in and peel the calendar page off.

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As always, thanks @velvet-kissesss​ for editing! 

Not my fav characters being Suga, Suna, Oikawa and Atsumu 😭

ASSUMPTIONS I HAVE BASED ON YOUR FAVORITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER

good morning let’s GO

DAICHI — so… daddy issues, huh? the craving for compassionate love and stability, huh? how does it feel to latch onto the things you love because you’re constantly afraid of losing?

FANON SUGA — mommy issues. also you don’t like seeing things for what they are and prefer to live in your own world. you probably have a close friend that is like an iwaizumi kinnie or something and they call you out for your emotional avoidance all the time

CANON SUGA — you are an introvert, but also chaos incarnate, and that’s incredibly valid of you. also, i’d die for you.

TANAKA — you have good taste

TANAKA SAEKO — you are bisexual

ASAHI — how is that anxiety going? also you MIGHT be a bit controlling but you’re also a sweetheart and you’re just doing your best.

NISHINOYA — okay so hot take for this one: you might be a really lawful person. you might avoid confrontation. however, you LIVE for chaos: you don’t cause it, but you thrive on seeing it happen. you’re also hot and i accept no criticism

KAGEYAMA — the gifted child burn out is big on this one. you crave validation and you hate it when people brush your achievements off to “natural talent” or “luck”. you are either an oikawa stan or just completely despise the boy. you work hard and you care a lot about others. you are lovely congrats

HINATA — you might not be one, but you just love people that are literal sunshine. maybe you’re a bit more on the quieter side, and seeing others be loud and happy and annoying gives you joy. you’re cute

TSUKISHIMA — you have bad taste. KJDBFNIUEFB OKAY NO BUT you have a degradation kink. PFFFT OKAY FOR REAL NOW you are deeply afraid of failure, and might have an inferiority complex. you push people away because you are afraid they won’t like you if they truly connect to you. you might not realise it but you are as important as everyone else, even when you’re afraid to try.

YAMAGUCHI — you are the love of my life. i am in love with you. i would kill a man for you. how dare you be this lovely. do you want the moon? i’ll get it for you. *blows a kiss to the wind* it’s for the yamaguchi stans

COACH UKAI — daddy issues again but like. worse.

KUROO — mommy issues and you’re an ambivert bye

KENMA — when are you going to stop avoiding the world? you can’t expect people to invite you to hang out if you never actually show up when they do. also social anxiety is not a personality trait i’m so sorry to tell you

OIKAWA — hmmm how is pretending you’re someone you’re not because you’re afraid of rejection going? you try really hard for things or you procrastinate for twelve hours, no inbetween. you are pretty sure you’re always the funniest and at least the second prettiest in the room at all times, but you also have crippling insecurity. the duality of man <3 also quick reminder: you are enough, you are loved, and please go eat something because i KNOW you keep forgetting to take care of yourself.

IWAIZUMI — second best complex. do not fear, babe, you are ALSO enough and you are ALSO loved. you care about your friends so much that it scares you sometimes. you’re afraid they don’t care as much as you do. i love you.

BOKUTO — will you ever Shut Up. you are the loudest mf but i love you anyway. hmmm deep fear of being a disappointment. you are so lovely tho. i love you.

AKAASHI — you are so fucking funny. you are so funny i just absolutely know it. you are kind of the parent figure of the friend group but also like,,,, not. i don’t know how to explain it but the akaashi stans will KNOW. anyways i love you go drink some water mwah

ATSUMU — ew. NO I’M KIDDING ASKJBFIUWB you love morally grey characters. and you either have a sibling that constantly annoys you but that you love anyway OR you have a close friend that is a bokuto kinnie. i will not explain.

OSAMU — you’re annoying and you know it. you make it your mission to just annoy the shit out of people and i respect you for it. keep up the good work babe you’re doing amazing. also you’re so smart? so so so smart. congrats i probably have a crush on you OR hate you have a good day

SUNA — you have a degradation kink, don’t you?

USHIJIMA — if you watch bnha, todoroki is probably one of your favorite characters. i also feel like you might be lactose intolerant for some reason but that makes no sense. you just want someone with a deep voice to sing you to sleep and that’s completely valid

TENDOU — you pretend you don’t give a fuck about other people’s opinions but you absolutely do. you are chaotic in the worst way possible. please stay away from me. LMAO BUT OKAY you just want to be happy and to feel satisfied with how things are going. i’m cheering for you good luck!! also go drink water bitch

Unlikely duo

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader x Katsuki Bakugou Category: nsfw

Warnings: double-penetration, gags, sex toys, rough sex and all that nasty stuff.

Word count: 2,925

A.n: I really didn’t think I would write about Bakugou and Shinsou working together, but now i’m thirsty for more content.  Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this huge blob of text and being so supportive!

You were watching your favorite TV show for what felt like hours when your phone, usually dry as hell, notified you about a new message. 

 You raised your eyebrows, not pausing the episode, thinking it was just one of your friends wanting to hang out and finally finding time in their busy pro-hero lifes. A dumb thought, really. 

 You unlocked the phone and felt your heart almost jump out of your chest.

 Shinsou🔥: You up, kitten? 

You: yeah, why? 

 Your breath hitched in your throat, a wide smile spreading across your face. Shinsou was your boyfriend who got pretty busy with the hero work, usually. Occasions like these were rare. 

 You quickly got the answer.  

Shinsou🔥: I think u know why

 You: Oh?? 

Shinsou🔥: how fast can u get here? 

You: like ten mins, i think 

 You wrote back to him as quickly as possible, throwing your phone on your sofa before going to your closet. Rummaging through your closet, you found a tight, mini-dress. Taking off your sweatpants and oversized, plain tee, you slipped into the dress, admiring your reflection in the mirror. You had no bra and didn't even bother too look for one, knowing that Shinsou would rip it off as soon as you got to the bed. 

 Maybe a lipstick would add to the look? Yes, a lipstick is always a good choice. You started applying it, until when your phone buzzed again. In the hurry you were in you tried to ignore it, but the phone buzzed a few more times, catching your attention.

 Shinsou🔥: Im giving u six 

Shinsou🔥: If ur late

 Shinsou🔥: You'll get a punishment

Shinsou🔥: So better hurry, kitten 😉 

 As you read the text, you felt your lower part throb in excitement. You knew you would never make it in six minutes and Shinsou knew that too, yet you still hurried - not to be on time though, just because the throbbing was getting unbearable.

 So you applied your lipstick as fast as humanely possible, locked your apartment, almost ran down the stairs, and finally got into your car. 

 Slamming your foot down onto the gas pedal, you drove out of the apartment’s crowded parking lot as fast as you were able to. 

 You reached Shinsou's big, mansion-like house 11 minutes later but almost bumped into one of the parked cars in his driveway. 

 Wait, one of them? You climbed out of your car, forgetting your desire for a minute, examining the other car.

 Did he have unexpected guests? Should you text him? After thinking for a moment you just decided to ring the doorbell, sending an awfully annoying sounding sound throughout his house. 

 It felt like not even a second later that Shinsou opened the door wide open. He was standing there illuminated by the hallway lights, looking like he was built by gods, or rather, was a god himself. You wouldn't doubt that - from his messy lilac hair, to his defined, muscular yet lanky and tall build - he was perfect from head to toe. Like he was made by the gods, or maybe was a god himself.

  Oh, and he was standing in his boxers only. Your eyes trailed down to them, his already hard cock clearly visible as he growled. Not saying anything, he just grabbed you by your wrist and shut the door behind you. 

 He didn't wait any longer to wrap his toned arms around your frame, caressing the small of your back and simultaneously crashing his surprisingly soft lips into yours hungrily.

 You opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore your mouth. At that, he slipped one of his hands into your h/c locks, threading through them and deepening the kiss. Your hands found their place in his hair gently tugging at his purple strands, producing a pleased grunt from him.

 Shinsou stopped for a moment and then slowly bit down your bottom lip, making you let out a moan.

 Your tongues explored each other's mouths but you felt your lungs burn with the need for oxygen. You attempted to break the kiss, but Shinsou only deepened it. He only letting you go after you flushed bright red from the lack of air. 

 Gasping, you wiped away the trail of saliva from your already bruised lips with the back of your hand, eyes almost watering as you desperately catch your breath. Shinsou was drawing in short little breaths too, as if not to show that he needed air like a normal human being. 

 Shinsou had both of his arms linked around your frame, one now travelling up your body, slowly reaching your breast only to slightly raise his eyebrows when he realised that you weren't wearing a bra.

 "Was this my punishment for being late?" you asked, obviously teasing him in knowing that each one of your words would make him more rougher in bed. Oh, how much you loved it. "Your punishments have gotten pretty weak, Hitoshi."

 His lilac, never-seen-sleep eyes explored every inch of your face, from your beautiful features and plump lips to your e/c, clouded with desire eyes. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

 Two of his long fingers pinched your nipple, bringing out a moan from your lips and making you tilt your head back.

 "Have you seen the car in the driveway, kitten?" he asked as his hand squeezes your soft breast, wanting nothing more than to suck at the soft flesh of it. 

 "So, you bought me a car as a punishment" you managed to be smug even when your breasts were touched by one of the most known, popular heroes of Japan. "Hitoshi..?" the question ended with his name, rolling off your tongue.

 Oh, if only you knew what things that did to him. He was going to ruin your pretty little pussy, until the only thing you remember is his name.

 "You wanna know who that car belongs to, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. You could've came right then and there, just from the deepness of his voice.

 You didn't need to think of an answer to his question though, as a loud, growly voice shouted from Shinsou's bedroom, almost making you jump and making Shinsou chuckle.

 "Oi, you losers coming or what?

 You couldn't believe your ears, your mouth almost hanging open. Shinsou's satisfied, smug grin growing wider. 

 "Bakugou..?" you asked, still not believing what you heard. 

 Shinsou nodded, not explaining anything further, as his hands moved away from your boobs to grab your wrists and leading you to your bedroom.

  If you couldn't believe your ears, then you definitely could believe your eyes. There he was, in all his glory - Katsuki fucking Bakugou. You felt yourself getting more wet by the second, containing yourself from drooling. 

 The angry blonde was standing in only his boxers, his abs glistening with every step he took towards you, blonde hair messy and a wide grin clearly painted onto his handsome face, that looked almost perfect at this moment. You swallowed the saliva that was beggining to pool in your mouth. What was he doing there? Shinsou was never the one to share you, unless it was someone he really trusted, like Kaminari. But other times, he was repeating how you were his, and only his; a dirty slut to fufill all of his needs and wishes. 

 You wondered what made him change his way of thinking. Was he dedicated to punishing you?

 "W-What's he doing here?" you finally managed to speak out, making both men in the room chuckle. You, on the other hand, were trying to keep your eyes away from Bakugou's dick that already looked enormously big, even through his boxers. 

 "Oh, I just thought that Ground Zero here, could join me on making your little punishment more harsh. He was always one hell of a yeller in our school days, maybe now he can make you yell as loudly tonight too huh, doll?" Hitoshi grinds into you from behind, arms snaking around your waist, his lewd words almost making you let out a moan, as Bakugou's grin grew wider and wider. 

 You felt your pussy throb once again. The idea of being fucked by not one, but two of them - the hottest heroes of Japan, made you even wetter, if that was possible 

 "You always did look at Bakugou like you wanted to be fucked by him too so," Hitoshi buried his smile in your hair, nibbling at your ear with his hot breath tickling it. "I'm going to let him do. whatever. he. wants. with. you." every one of his words came out slowly, dragged out, almost making your knees buckle.

 Shinsou let you go, gently pushing you towards the hot-headed hero as he took a seat in the empty, comfy armchair, watching the show unfold. Your face was clearly painted with shock, since you expected Shinsou to be there too.

 Neither him, nor Bakugou seemed to see or, more likely, care about how confused you were. Bakugou was quick, not even undressing you, just ripping your short dress in half. You let out a yelp, as he fondled your already sensitive breasts, his mouth nibbling at one of the nipples, making you draw in a breath through tightly-clenched teeth as he bit down on it, tugging before letting go.

 He gives the other nipple the same attention, but his other hand was playing with the waistband of your panties. 

 You grabbed on to his broad shoulders as he sucked on your hardened nipple, but then he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that made your pussy clench around nothing. You didn't try to deny it - you always liked it harsh.

 "Look at your face," growled Bakugou as he chuckles, “All desperate for me to fuck you, aren't ya'?” he asked, tugging at your panties with one hand still on your ass. 

 You didn't dare to answer but then he landed another harsh smack, this time more painful, making you yelp in pain. 

 You nodded as an answer to his previous question. 

 "Use your words." he demanded, drawing hand back to smack your ass again.

 "Yes!" you shouted, before he could hit your bum but he still did it, catching you by surprise. 

 "If you want me to fuck you..." he taunted you, slowly kissing your neck, sucking on the soft skin only drawing away to continue. "If you want me to put my big cock into your tight little pussy." He was leaving a trail of hickeys all down to your collarbones. "To fuck you until you can't even speak. Then." he let his teeth sink into your soft flesh, making you whimper, hiding his smile by biting down harder. "You have to suck my cock first. Get on your knees, slut." 

 He took a step away from you and you instantely dropped to your knees, hitting the cold wood floor. The name he called you made you even more desperate.

 Bakugou's face lit up at your obedience, but when he got rid of his boxers, he froze for a moment. 

 "Oi, purple hair, you have nipple clamps and all that shit?" 

 Your eyes went wide, at the mention of that.

 Hitoshi, sitting in the armchair, stood to his feet, reaching an all-to-familiar closet and pulling one of the drawers wide open. 

 "Come take a look." he offered, sitting back.

 Bakugou ran his eyes through all the stuff that was there. Who could've thought that Shinsou Hitoshi and his little, beautiful slut were such a kinky couple behind closed doors? This drawer held everything he could think and not think of using.

 In the end he came back with only nipple clamps. He put nimple clamps on your nipples, cold metal and the feeling making you shiver. He ran his hand through your hair, grabbing a handful, pulling you a bit up from the ground. You were a bit confused. What did he want? It hurt when he pulled your hair like that. That's when he pulled out a big veiny vibrator he had also took from the drawer. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. Oh how you hated that toy. Hitoshi had only used it twice - one time when you were drunk and flirted with Shoto Todoroki and another time when you kissed Kaminari on the lips, when you both found youselves awkwardly standing under the mistletoe, and every one of those times it hurt like a bitch.

 "D-Don't use it, it will hurt." you mumbled, looking at Bakugou with a pleading look but he just squatted down, still holding your hair in a tight hold while removing your panties and leaving you bare.

 "Oh, I know it will," assured Bakugou, smile never wavering. "Now be a good fucking slut and sit on it." 

 Your eyes widened once again as he pushed the vibrator right under your bare pussy, lining it with your opening. You weren't even stretched out or ready, your only lube being your own juices. 

 "Bakugou, I'm not even read-" he didn't wait for you to finish your sentence, harshly sitting you down on the huge dildo, making your scream out through the room. It slowly stretched you out, making you scream even more when Bakugou pushed it in even deeper. Your tight walls were pulsating on it, pain almost unbearable, making you pant and groan. 

 "That's what I like to see." laughed Bakugou. "Now, your sweet boyfriend over there," he nodded towards Hitoshi, sitting on his armchair, legs crossed. "Has control over the vibrator remote. Don't know how high he'll set it, but if you come before I do, you're gonna regret that, slut." 

 You couldn't help but let out a moan. Even with the discomfort that the cold silicone thing inside you was giving, the thought of being used and abused by the handsome blond right before you was tempting. Bakugou threaded both his hands through your hair and you understood that there was no chance that he would let you go at your own pace. His cock looked even more big at this angle, it was a tad bit shorter than Hitoshi's, but definitely thicker. The vein at the underside of his cock made you lick your lips.

 "You really want my cock, huh?" gruffed Bakugou, and without any doubt pushed into your already open mouth. He was going slowly, not reaching your throat just yet. Just then, you felt the vibrator start buzzing inside you, making you open up wider and letting Bakugou slide in deeper. 

 His thrusts started getting faster, causing you to let out a muffled gag with almost every single one of them. That's when Shinsou turned up the power, overwhelming you to almost roll your eyes back. Your walls clenched around the toy, the fast pace that Bakugou set being almost too much to handle.

 He groaned, rutting his hips making you choke, but he didn't stop there, no. He pulled you towards him, not minding the choking and saliva already dripping down your chin. He didn't stop when your nose hit his pubes, now blocking your already limited ability to breathe through your nose. 

 The vibrator’s power increased once again, this time by a lot, you moan around Bakugou's cock, compelling him to let out a low moan. He held your hair even more tight, and snapped his hips even at the more animalistic pace.

 You grabbed his thigh, trying to remind him that you needed to breathe, but he only laughed. 

 The little ball of pleasure at the bottom of your belly started increasing and you couldn't even think about stopping yourself, when the sudden increase of the vibrator's speed became unbearable, making you come fast and hard, unable to breathe, white dots painting your vision, moaning around the cock that was stuffed down your throat, riding out your orgasm. 

 "You came," Bakugou spit out, almost disguisted and pushed you off his cock, making you gag at the loss of it, cheeks bright red, from the lack of air and embarrassment, "I wasn't even half-way there." 

 You still moaned, eyes rolling up, dildo working as hard in your tight hole that was already too stretched out at this point. It was almost not that bad at this point, even though it was literally pushed into you with no foreplay. 

 "Turn it off, eye-bags," he scoffed. "I have a better idea." 

 Shinsou surprisingly complied and you pouted, now only left with the unpleasant throbbing around a big dildo. 

 Bakugou once again, lifted you up by your hair, one hand harshly pulling the toy out of your hole and throwing it to the side. "Take a gag and come here." he ordered to your purple-haired boyfriend, who, without your knowledge, had been pumping his cock to the view the whole time and was now even harder than before.

 Shinsou searched through the drawer when he finally came, a cock-shaped gag with a strap on in his hands.

 "Put it in her mouth." once again ordered Bakugou, taking a step away. Shinsou looked down at you, pushing your hair away from your face the look in his eyes loving.

 "Open up, kitten." he requested and you obediently did so, to which he smiled. He slipped it in your mouth, the cock almost hitting your throat, but even if not, still making your jaw ache. Hitoshi clipped the lock behind your head and secured it tightly. You were now left without an ability to speak. 

 Then he pulled out a collar, one that was very familiar to you. Now without you being able to say anything, you couldn't say that you were against his fucking pet-play. 

 His cold hands ghosted your neck, giving it one soft squeeze, as if testing the waters and then he secured the collar around your neck. He made it way too tight. It seemed like both of them wanted you to suffocate today. 

 He led you to bed where Bakugou was already waiting. Shinsou took you by the shoulders, softly biting at your shoulder blades. 

 "You ready for Bakugou's cock, kitten?" You awkardly nodded, the cock stuffed into your mouth, making it sore. Bakugou lined up with your entrance as Shinsou was now held your waist, slowly easing you down on Bakugou's cock, the blond growling at the feeling of how tight you were.

 Even after you've been stretched out by the dildo, it still hurt and you felt tears start roll down your checks, but Hitoshi was quick to kiss them away while holding you tightly from behind. He turned your face to the side, kissing your gagged lips. 

 You were thankful for the care, but you just wanted to feel Bakugou move inside you. Wondering how good he'll actually feel. You wiggled your butt, trying to get him to move, or make Shinsou move you but you only got a harsh smack landed on your already sore ass

. "Don't even dare moving, kitten." hissed Hitoshi, danger lurking somewhere in his tone, making you quiver. "If you do, I just might have to tighten the collar and shove my own dick down your throat instead of this silicone shit." the thought made you shiver and clench harder on Katsuki's cock.

 "Woah, she's really a little fuckin' masochist, isn't she?" asked Bakugou, as if you weren't even in the room. 

 "Yeah, that's the best part." chuckled Hitoshi, his long fingers ghosting over your breasts, squeezing them like some kind of stress ball. You sat there, on Bakugou's cock, while Hitoshi whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to you when finally, Bakugou snarled.

 "Enough with the dirty talk, just stuff your dick in already, ya' freak." he growled , making your eyes as wide as plates. 

 With your main hole occupied, you were most certainly sure he would take your other hole, but you didn't even want to think about it - if he had the same mindset as Bakugou today, then this was gonna hurt. You couldn't handle another cock showed down your hole again, you might just rip in half. 

 "Don't worry, he's not gonna ruin your sweet little asshole." chuckled Bakugou. He didn't show that at all, but he just wanted to move as fast as possible. The way your walls squeezed his cock was making him crazy. 

 That's when it hit you and you started thrashing around, only to be stopped by Hitoshi's death grip that was most definitely going to leave bruises.

 "I know what you're thinking, but your hole won't rip if you take two cocks at once." he assured, slowly lining up with your entrance from behind, and then leaning against your ear. "And even if it does, do I look like a give a shit?" With that, he slowly slid in, making you scream around the gag. Grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, you dug your nails into causing him to groan. 

 Shinsou never ever tried shit like that, even when he invited Kaminari to join and spice things up.

 When he was fully in he stopped, letting you adjust. You couldn't help but draw short breaths through your nose, trying to get adjusted to being stretched out so so much. You felt so full, that you couldn't even think clearly. 

 The boys waited another moment, until they started moving, slowly and evenly at first, but then taking different rhythms, making it feel so much better.

 Shinsou played with your breasts, softly caressing your skin with his lips, calling you kitten, love and babe while thrusting slowly and deeply. 

 Bakugou, on the other hand, circled fast circles onto your clit with the pads of his fingers, shouting at you all these profanities, calling you a cock-hungry slut, a bitch and all that, while his thrusts were shallow and piercingly quick, sometimes deeper.

 Both boys groaned and it still hurt, but the pain was forming into mind-clouding, hot pleasure and you moaned into the gag, when you felt Shinsou tug at your collar, making you let out a choke at which, his thrusts got faster. 

 The bundle of pleasure was once again beggining to pool at the bottom of your belly, white dots painting your vision, their thrusts and dirty words taking you into a whole new level of pleasure. 

 They came almost at the same time, painting your inner walls with their hot seed, and you came soon after, stars dotting your vision, eyes rolling back, breathing deeply, slumping back to Shinsou's chest, trying to not close your eyes. 

 They didn't pull out just yet and their hot cum was beggining to spill out, at which, Shinsou groaned. 

 "Pull out." he ordered to Bakugou and the other male groaned at the displeasure. 

 "Fuck off." he answered, not following his orders.

 "Pull out or I'll never ever even consider inviting you to one of our little sessions." growled Shinsou and you squeezed on their cocks, making them slightly growl. "I might as well invite Kaminari or Midorya." 

 Just from hearing the latter name, Bakugou's brows furrowed and he hesitantly pulled out, leaving you with only Shinsou's cock. 

 He somehow still having the energy and was hard once again. Shinsou pushed you on all fours and fucked their mixed seed into you, making you moan around the gag. 

 Bakugou got under you, lifting his head up, taking off the nipple clamps to suck on your sensitive nipples and that's when you realised that oh, this was far from over. 

 You were stupid for thinking that they would satisfy themselves with just sticking both of their cocks into your tight little hole.

 The rest of the evening was just them switching between who got to fuck you and arguing about it, until they just took the gag out and after that you couldn't even tell who's cock it was in your mouth and who's in your hole. You didn't really care, you were too wasted to care.

 But even when you couldn't think straight anymore as you were shouting out their names mindessly, you still managed to think that this was the best punishment Shinsou had thought of yet.

 And somewhere, deep down, you hoped to be punished again and again and again.

Mistakes and consequences

Dabi x reader

Category: smut

Warnings: dub-con, mouth-fucking, throat-fucking, slight choking, cheating, Dabi being an asshole.

***

You woke up from a hard pounding in your head. It felt as if someone was hitting it with a hammer.

You slowly lifted your head up from a dirty pillow, shivering. A big t-shirt was the only thing covering your bare body.

Your throat was as dry as a desert. You needed to get some water. You wondered wherever Hawks was already at work or not.

That's when it hit you. It wasn't your or Hawks's aparment. It wasn't your bed either.

The hand that had snaked up its way around your waist, and the chest your back was pressed against wasn't Hawks's either.

Suddenly feeling light-headed, you almost jump from your position. But the hand kept you steady in your place.

You felt as if your heart was going to jump from your chest. Literally. A scream was stuck somewhere in your throat, so all you were able to do is let out a small whimper.

"Why so fast to leave, doll?" a low, painfully familiar voice broke the silence.

Your eyes quickly trailed up the hand still holding your waist. Metal staples holding the scarred skin and normal, slight tanned flesh together could only belong to one person.

Dabi.

You knew him as a friend of Hawks and of course, an infamous villain with a kill count probably higher than he count of people he had fucked. Maybe not.

Why were you in one bed with Dabi? Why were you with Dabi, in the first place?

Trying to remember what lead you to this stupid, rom-com situation you were in, you desperately tried to recall what happened last night.

Nothing.

It felt as if someone wiped your head sparkly clean, leaving not one memory from last night's events.

You needed answers, but first, you needed to get away from him. The way his hand was so posessively holding you made you shiver. It almost felt dirty.

"Let me go." you demanded, trying to hide the way your voice quivered.

He surprisingly complied and you finally turned to face him, receded to now sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Why am I here? Does Hawks have something to do with this? Did we-"

You looked him up and down. He was sitting up with his hands at the back of his head, enjoying himself.

Dabi's face lit up in amusement, the glint in his electric blue eyes letting you understand that he had all the answers. He looked like he was watching a lottery, while knowing all the lucky numbers.

"One question at a time, wouldn't want me to get too tired to answer them, right?"

You took a deep breath, trying to contain yourself from calling him an asshole.

"Why am I here?" you finally asked, tone calmer than last time.

Dabi's smirk got wider, almost making you afraid that his staples would pop off.

"You called me last night, crying." he answered, pausing as if he wanted to tease you.

"Why?" you asked, frowning.

"Apparently Hawks was busy with his hero shit on your anniversary and you felt lonely. "

Oh... Oh.

Focusing, you could remember calling him, but it felt like the memory was surrounded by mist. Damn, were you really so desperate that you called like, the least comforting person you knew?

"And then?"

Dabi was letting the story unfold slowly, not saying everything at once, finding some kind of fun in taunting you.

"You came to my place. Hugged me, got my jacket all wet with your tears, the usual."

He was hinting to the one time you got your leg hurt and he had to carry you home, while you tried to contain your tears from spilling. Obviously, you failed, but he never failed to remind you of that.

"Well, that doesn't explain why I'm in your bed with only a shirt on." you scoffed, looking at the shirt. It wasn't yours and was a tad too big, almost like a really short dress.

Dabi tilted his head, eyebrows raised.

"Isn't it obvious?

You had one guess, but oh god, were you praying to the skies above that it wasn't correct.

Not getting an answer from you he cleared his throat, cocky smirk still apparent, and then voiced your worst fear:

"You got drunk and we fucked."

You eyes were as wide as plates, hands trembling, trying to catch your breath.

No, no. This couldn't be true.

"Why," your voice trembled. "Why didn't you stop me, if I was drunk? You know that I'm with Hawks-"

Dabi sat up, eyeing you up and down. It made you want to puke. Cheating was the lowest low you could hit.

"Found ya entertaining, desperate to be fucked by someone better than your shitty hero."

The shirt, that was obviously his, now felt like it was burning your skin.

"I thought we were friends."

His eyes went wider as a husky laugh left his throat.

"Friends? Well, we're friends with benefits now, then."

Your head was heavy, heart thumping loudly. You were so disguisted with yourself. Hawks... How could you do something like this to him?

You needed to leave.

Quickly standing up from the bed, you found your panties beside it and quickly slid them on, thankful that his shirt covered your ass.

Dabi watched with curiousity as you collected your clothes, scattered all over the floor.

"Where’re you going?"

You lifted your head up to meet his mesmerizing blue gaze.

"Home. Where else?"

"You gonna tell Hawks that we fucked?"

Your cheeks turned red. He could've just not told you. You only remembered fragments of what has happened, anyways. In your mind, you could've fully believe that this was just another night with Hawks.

You debated wherever you should or shouldn't tell Hawks about it. One part of you wanted to tell him, because you didn't keep any secrets from each other. But your selfish part wanted to keep quiet, fearing that Hawks would leave you when you told him.

"No." you finally responded, after finding your phone. It had six missed calls and about 6 messages. You only read 'Text me back as soon as you see this' from Hawks, before turning it off.

"Then I'm gonna tell him." sighed Dabi, throwing a blanket off of himself and standing up. He was shirtless, only wearing gray sweatpants. You could clearly see an outline of his boner through them and you quickly turned away.

Where was he going with this? If someone told Hawks about this, that person would most definitely be you.

"He's not gonna believe you." you hissed, turning away to finally go, but Dabi caught your wrist with a smile.

"Dabi-"

Wordessly, he fished his phone out of the pocket and quickly unlocking it and played a video.

"What's-"

"Watch." Dabi demanded, pushing his phone into your hands.

You rolled your eyes and then finally saw what was going on.

No...

Right before your eyes was your own face, loud moans slipping away from your lips in a room filled with sound of skin slapping skin. Your naked chest covered in white substance, bounced with every thrust.

"Harder..."

Your own voice betrayed you and your hands started shaking.

"What's that, doll?" ringed Dabi's voice.

"Fuck me harder, Dabi!'" your lust filled moans loudly rang through your head.

You quickly paused the video, pressing delete, but before you could press 'ok', Dabi grabbed his phone out of your trembling hands.

You were so fucked.

"You want wing-hero to see this, dollface?" His words seemed far away. "You want him to hear you screaming?" Dabi was now leaning against you, his arms snaking up your waist and reaching your chest as lewd words came out as whispers, hot against your ear "You want him to know how good I fucked you?"

"No!" you snapped out of your trance to step away from him, resulting in a chuckle from black-haired man.

"Then you have to do me a favour, doll,"

You considered just... letting him send Hawks the video, but your selfish side won. You had no one else except Hawks. No one could ever love you like he did, and you really didn't want to lose it.

"What are you talking about?"

Dabi tapped one of his long fingers against his chin, as if he was thinking.

"A good blowjob and we're even."

You stepped back, eyes now wide.

"I'm not sucking your fucking cock!"

Dabi turned his phone to you. It was his chat with Hawks, the video about to be sent.

"Do you want me to send it?" he asked, voice growly.

"No..." you whispered.

"What's that?"

"No!"

Smile returned to his face. He knew you would agree.

If you thought what you did was low now, you now fell even lower.

"Get on your knees." he barked.

You complied by getting on your knees, trying to think about something else. The floor was hard and cold so you tried to draw your attention to that.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll be gentle." Dabi grinned and you tried not to puke.

Yes, he was attractive, hot even, but you were really just thinking of what kind of manipulative asshole he was and how you got yourself into this, willingly.

His pulled down his sweatpants, cock already hard. Your eyes widened. He was so much bigger than Hawks. You didn't know how he expected you to take him.

Dabi paused, his dick a few centimetres from your closed lips.

"Suck." growled Dabi.

You slowly opened your mouth, licking the pre-cum off of the tip of his dick. Starting to take him into your mouth slowly, as the small of your tongue was lapping down the underside of his cock.

Dabi hissed, tilting his head back. You felt dirty, just plain dirty.

You were bobbing your head slowly, trying to not take all of his dick in, just enough that it didn't hit the back of your throat. The last thing you wanted right now was gagging on Dabi's cock.

Dabi, on the other hand, had other thoughts. You panicked, as he slid his big hands into your hair, gripping handfuls.

You knew what would come next.

Dabi jerked your head forward, making you choke.

"That's right," he breathed out, You turned your eyes down, praying for all of this to be over soon.

Dabi started thrusting faster, going deeper with every desperate thrust, making you gag.

Maybe you were just stupid to think that Dabi would let you go at your own pace.

His pace was becoming too fast to keep up with. Your lungs were burning from the lack of air.

"Look into my eyes," he grunted, fucking your mouth harder. You didn't comply so one of his hands found it's way on your neck. Panicking, you raised your gaze to look to his smirking face.

His hand still gripped your neck harder, as if he didn't care about anything. Seeing the outline of his cock on your throat, he found it amusing choking you.

You felt lightheaded from the lack of air and Dabi's thrusts were becoming even more erratic.

He would finish soon.

As you already saw black dots at the corners of your eyes, Dabi tilted his head back, thrusting one more time and then spilling his cum into your mouth. White, silky strings coated the inside of your throat.

That fucking asshole, oh my god, you were going to kill him. WHO THE FUCK COMES INTO YOUR MOUTH WITHOUT CONSENT?

Dabi laughed, seeing the way your eyes just radiated anger.

The black-haired man pulled so you, breathing deeply and thankful to finally catch your breath, were ready to spit it out. Dabi quickly grabbed your jaw, shutting your mouth up.

"Swallow."

You shook your head, and he just tilted his head.

"We're doing this the hard way, huh?"

Two of his long fingers pinched your nose, cutting all the air supply you had. You tried to back away, but one of his hands was still gripping your hair.

You waited, till you couldn't take it anymore. Burying your pride, you unwillingly swallowed his load, feeling the disgusting taste.

"Good girl," he laughed and let go of your nose, letting you catch your breath once again, pulling his pants up.

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah. You could've gone home before that too. But thanks for staying." he laughed, winking.

You stood up and took all your stuff, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"'Till next time. Call me when the hero treats you bad again."

You didn't bother answering him, just quickly getting out of his dirty apartment, loudly shutting the door.

Dabi laughed, falling back to his messy bed and then taking his phone to go back to the chat with Hawks and pressing 'send'.

Oh man, this was fun.

***

Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for proof-reading and correcting my mistakes! ❤️🥺

A.n

Ahh man this was fun to write and my first attempt to write nsfw, so don't judge me too hard 😂😂 I feel like I need like six showers to not feel dirty after writing this :D

If u have any requests/prompts send them to my ask box!! ❤️❤️

WARNING!! Bnha manga spoilers ahead!!

Got it?

Okay.

Now that we got that out of the way I have Kurogiri/Shirakumo Oboro theory.

OKAY BUT NEWEST BNHA MANGA CHAPTER HAS ME SOBBING.

like...

THIS BOI

THIS PRECIOUS CUTENESS BOI WHO MUST BE PROTECTED

THE BOY WHO WAS FRIENDS WITH AIZAWA SHOTA AND HIZASHI YAMADA

(They even planned to be heroes together)

Shirakumo Oboro. He died when he was only 17 and then was turned into a nomu (yes, that's right) we all know as Kurogiri. Yes, his dead body was taken and then made into a nomu by AFO to be a caretaker for Shigaraki. That's canon.

My eyes are watering just by thinking about it, but... I have a theory about how this whole situation could turn out.

What if... They used Eri's quirk on him?

As we've all seen Eri was able to make her father disappear, which means she can rewind at least 20 years right??

SO, if Shigaraki was like 5 when he killed his family, 20 now (based on manga chapter 221) that leaves us with 15 year gap.

Shirakumo was 17 when he died, soo he (as Kurogiri) is 32, which makes sense, considering that he was in the same year as Eraserhead, who is 31 now.

SO if we say that Eri can rewind about twenty years (if not more), then who is there to say that she couldn't rewind 15 years??

If that's possible then she can rewind Kurogiri back to... Well, back to who he was before - 17 year old Shirakumo Oboro.

Anyways!! Let me know what you think!