Toji Doesn't Understand The Concept Of Personal Space.

toji doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

it was cute at first, he was big and thick and brutish and yet he clung to you like a magnet to steel. but the practicality of it was another story.

he'd keep you hugged to his chest through an entire movie despite you sweating from his stifling body heat, kiss you until you couldn't breathe while his hands lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, and despite your literal king sized bed, he chooses to fall asleep with his full weight on top of you, arms firmly wrapped around your waist making it impossible to wriggle from his grasp.

you groan as the rays of light peek through your blinds and illuminate the broad shoulders that block your line of sight.

"toji." you mutter, patting the familiar mass on top of you. he grunts and makes no effort to roll over to his side of the bed.

"toji, move i've gotta pee." you say, writhing against the mattress and attempting to shove him away. his sigh tickles the skin of your neck, but he relents and shifts to his side, allowing you to slide off of the bed and make a beeline to the bathroom.

after you've relieved yourself, you go through your skincare routine and load up your toothbrush with toothpaste. the flouride doesn't even get the chance to coat your enamel before the door’s opening and toji’s heavy footsteps hault behind you-- right behind you in fact, your back hitting his chest when you straighten up from rinsing your mouth. you don't acknowledge him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, continuing to brush your teeth. he pokes at your ribs, making you jolt and swat him away with your free hand.

all of 30 seconds later his large hands are snaking under your-- his overiszed shirt and pawing at your chest, his hoarse voice telling you to "come back t' bed."

"oh my god you child, can you gimme a second?" you garble through the foam in your mouth. his hands have slithered down to your hips by the time you've put your toothbrush back and given your mouth a final swish of water.

"okay, c'mon, i'm do--" your words are replaced by a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion. kicking your legs proves useless as one of his arms covers the back of your knees to lock them in place. you can't help but laugh when he slaps your ass that's perched on his shoulder.

"put me down you barbarian!" you shriek as he carries you back to the bedroom like a ragdoll, smirking and turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh.

you're still laughing when he collapses onto the bed and hovers over you, using his arms to cage you in and spattering your face with kisses. he only stops his attack when you pull him in by the neck to connect your lips. it's sweet and chaste and has you sighing against him. he pulls away a fraction to meet your eyes, lids heavy as his words fan over your lips.

"wanna go back to sleep." he mutters.

you raise a brow at him. "okay?"

you're met with silience, verdant eyes boring into yours as his unsung request hangs in the air.

a scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes, opening your arms and gesturing for him to embrace you. his low hum of satisfaction vibrates through his chest and sinks into your skin, passes through flesh and bone and nestles into the beating muscle in your chest. his head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck and your fingers toy with the silky hair at his nape.

maybe it's because you're so used to it, but you can't imagine life without your little routine. the comforting pressure from his body pressed into you, the subtle scent of rosewood that seems to be embeded into his skin, and the shallow puffs of air that skim your pulse as his breathing evens out, easing you into peaceful sleep.

its far from perfect, but it's yours, and you wouldn't change a thing. <3

Bakugou loves it when you wear colored lipstick. He likes when you wear makeup in general, if it means he can sit there and watch you during the whole process. But his favorite is when you put anything colorful on your lips—stick, gloss, liner. Anything that makes it an unnatural color, something that makes your pretty mouth pop and vibrant.

In those instances, he’s practically insatiable when it comes to kissing you. He’ll watch you apply some bright purple on your lips in the mirror before some big event, and immediately is ducking his head down to sneak a kiss. He doesn’t like taking pictures much, but he’s gladly taking mirror selfies with the neck of his shirt pulled down to show the possessive lipstick stains you’ve left on him. He ignores your whining and protests when he practically manhandles you to kiss off your lipstick because, goddamnit Katsuki, you ombré’d this lip and it took really long and it looks too good for him to keep kissing it off!

You thought that maybe he would hate the lipstick transfer, but if anything, he begs for it. Wants a kiss on the lips when you’re wearing red, a kiss on the neck when you’re wearing pink, a kiss on the collarbone if it’s black, and maybe even a kiss a little lower if you don’t mind messing up your makeup.

He’s polite enough to wait until you’re about to wash it all off to ask if you could reapply the color on your lips. You didn’t understand why at first, not until he’s kissing at you feverishly and pulling away scraps of clothing until you’re both laying there naked, him covered in colored lipstick stains and you in love bruises.

And does he have the most orgasmic nut of his life when you pull back to kiss at his leaking tip and he catches sight of your stained gloss around his base and on his pubes? Definitely. And does he ask you to do it again the next time you put on makeup? Definitely, again.

Hello I would love to yandere Muichiro and Giyuu with a sweetheart who always has an emotionless face, never smiles and doesn't even know what it's like to smile due to the childhood trauma she had, and whenever there was an animal like a dead bird or cat without a part of her body, she sews it back and refuses that that animal was dead. Ah, her darling is also suicidal. If yes, I would be very grateful.

Thank you for requesting! I hope you liked this. :)

Warning: triggering topics such as suicide, self-blaming and well whatever the above request says.

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Muichiro--

Muichiro thought stalking you was too much work so he just straight-up kidnapped you, meaning he doesn't know much stuff about you.

He was a bit confused when you didn't even put up a fight and didn't even seem terrified or anything.

It didn't bother him much. At first, that is.

Sometimes he even drags you with him to missions as he kills demons, and even then you aren't fazed at all.

He brought you many gifts, perks of being a hashira could never relate, yet no matter how expensive or nice the gift is. You never smiled.

So he asked Mitsuri for advice to which she replied with to get animal plushies.

And he did. It seemed as to you liked those the most so he straight up bought you a whole stock and now whenever he enters your room you are always cuddling with one or another plushie.

But that too didn't manage to make you smile.

He was okay with that. At least, you aren't being difficult.

On a mission with him, the demon he was gonna kill snarled at you that he will kill you.

Muichiro was gonna straight up start rapping curses at the demon.

When you calmly replied, "Then do it."

Muichiro was confused. Were you just hiding your emotions all this time? Or did you just say that for fun?

And so did the demon try and attack you while you just stood there with an emotionless face.

But the demon wasn't able to because Muichiro had already killed it.

Walking back home, you both came across a dead animal.

Muichiro walked past it while you stood there staring at it.

And then you tore a bit of your expensive kimono as you picked the animal up.

The bird's wing was barely hanging on.

Muichiro didn't seem to notice it and when you both reached back, you hurried inside and got out your sewing kit as you started to sew the animal back up hurriedly. Hoping it will survive.

"That bird is dead, (Name)."

"No, it is not."

So Muichiro tried to take the dead bird away from you forcefully when you, for the first time ever, showed emotion. Little it was, but it was something.

Frustration.

"Give it back."

"No," Muichiro replied as he held the dead bird by its other wing.

You threw the needle at him.

Finally giving back the dead bird, he watched you sew its wing back up.

"It's okay, now you are safe. No one will hurt you." You whispered to the dead bird as you got a bed ready for it.

Like that, your bedroom soon was filled with various dead animals.

While cloud gazing with Muichiro he asked you, "Do you want to die?"

Humming you replied, "I don't wanna live."

Muichiro was confused, but after you died he understood why you don't wanna live.

He did the same as you from then on, sewing back up dead animals. Not believing they are dead. The room you both used to share is cold now, no one is there to take care of those dead animals anymore, for now, Muichiro is with you.

"Even death can't separate us." ~ Tokito Muichiro

Giyuu--

The emotionless face duo.

He stalked you a lot and found out you both are very similar yet different.

He would ask you what you want to eat, you would reply with nothing. If you want to go out somewhere? You would say, I don't know. Did you drink water today? You don't remember.

He found out you aren't taking care of yourself nicely and so he kidnapped you.

He would force-feed you, way over your limit. Make you drink water whether you want to or not, baths.

He tried to make you smile by showering you with attention affection.

It didn't work.

He decided to get you a pet, which seemed to work a bit.

He was jealous of the pet because you would willingly give it your attention than him.

Though, you never protested when he kissed you, hugged you, or cuddled you.

Everyone has their breaking point.

And so did Giyuu.

He was tired of you liking the pet more, though you still didn't smile.

He killed the pet.

And then threw its body away.

You were sitting in the backyard, waiting for your cat to come towards you.

1 hour. No signs of your cat.

2 hours. Maybe she is asleep.

3 hours. Don't worry, she will be here soon.

4 hours. Does she not like you anymore?

5 hours. She probably left you.

6 hours. She hates you.

7 hours. She never loved you anyway.

8 hours. Is she..dead?

9 hours. Obviously not.

10 hours. But you can smell something rotten.

11 hours. It could be another animal.

12 hours. Another animal? You should go check it out. Maybe you can take it in too.

13 hours. Your cat is finally back! Seems like she is in...a deep sleep.

14 hours. You started sewing her back up. Some insects ate some of her body parts, but that's okay! She is alive and well.

15 hours. She is sleeping. Don't worry, she will be up soon! Why won't she be?

16 hours. Did you forget she hates you?

17 hours. She isn't responding to you at all.

18 hours. I told you! She hates you!

19 hours. Or maybe she is dead?

20 hours. What do you mean she is dead? Of course not, you idiot.

21 hours. You left her alone for so long and now she isn't waking up!

22 hours. I shouldn't have left her alone.

23 hours. The man who kidnapped you isn't back yet, you still have time.

24 hours. Hanging limply from the fan.

It's okay. Giyuu has also joined you. You are soulmates, after all. If one dies, what is the purpose of the other?

"If I killed myself, would that make you happy?" ~ Giyuu Tomioka.

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Hey bee!

I Just Wanna Request Something! Take Your Time Tough! Drink water! And Eat healtyly

So Uh, How Will (Yandere Of Your Choice) Reacts To Sketches of their face with heart on Reader's Sketch Book That They Bought For Them?

Stay Healthy Bee! ♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎

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Hehe, of course I can do your request. Also, please take care or yourself! Drink water, brush your teeth and sleep enough time, dear.

Also I’m really indecisive so I made it will al my yanderes, so, enjoy the feast hehe (also I need more content for all my yandere’s)

Sketches  🍨

MASTERLIST

Contents: How would yandere!mha characters would react to finding sketches of their face with hearts on it.

Warnings: Yandere themes, really really long post!

Eraserhead

You were showing him some of your drawings, he wanted to see what occupied you for so long and what you did while he was sleeping or at work. You sat beside him, his arm around you and you passing pages when he finished looking at the art decorating them.

His eyes fixed on a specific page that had a couple of hearts in bright red. Cute. And then he saw... himself. A bunch of small drawings about him. One of him sleeping, another of him laughing and another with his cat. When had you done this? His face got a bright red and yours did as well.

“Kitty, when did you draw this?” he smiled at you, a lot of hearts around his face in your sketchbook.

“I don’t know, maybe a couple of months ago” you averted his gaze and attempted to hide your face when he inspected the drawings further. Was he really that handsome? He was happy you saw him that way.

“You are so cute, kitty-cat”

Mr. Compress

“Here” you said looking at the floor and your hand extended with a piece of paper. He took it gently, his brow arched wondering what could be inside the small piece of paper. He was cooking dinner for both of you. You were sitting on the kitchen counter doodling something.

He saw the content on the piece of paper, a couple of hearts decorating a pretty detailed drawing of his face. His profile while he was concentrated cooking a meal for you both. Precious, it looked so good, so perfect, like a work made by Da Vinci himself. 

“You did this, honey?” he asked surprised, not worrying about the boiling water in the stove, only focusing on you and your cute face

“Yes... I wanted to do something cute for you” you played with your fingers and smiled shyly “do you like it?”

He compressed the small drawing, so he could have it with him at all times without worrying about it getting lost or damaged.

“I love it!”

Dabi

“Watcha’ doing, doll?” he asked while leaning on top of you, he just wanted your attention after a hard day of working with the LoV, you were so immersed in your drawings that you didn’t notice him entering.

You jumped and yelped a little when you felt him so close.

“You scared me, dummy” you laughed a little, letting him press a kiss against your cheek, you answered his question “nothing, I was just sketching and drawing things”

“Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure thing!” you lended him the piece of paper that you were using, he looked at the traces and lines on the paper. Specifically at a part with a man, who looked strangely familiar... because it was him. And it had a heart around it.

When you saw his eyes fixed on the small portrait you had done about him you blushed and giggled nervously. He smiled, his usual cocky half smile and he kissed you.

“C’mon doll, I’m not that handsome”

Chronostasis

“Lovely” he whispered when he noticed you were so concentrated in your drawing, and when he noticed what you were drawing. Him.

He didn’t want to interrupt your concentration, but his faced covered in a prominent blush was something you could not ignore, after all you were using him as your model. Did he notice?

You were in his office, he was working on something you didn’t quite understand and he just looked so... model like. You got your hands to work as soon as you could. His profile being sharp and masculine, but also so incredibly cute!

You giggled nervously “Sorry, I just couldn’t help it” you said with a smile. He smiled back and got closer to you, kissing your lips as a form of telling you !It’s okay, it doesn’t bother me”

He broke the kiss a couple of seconds after, leaving you a blushing mess, he chuckled and cupped your cheeks.

“If you wanted me as your model you should have told me”

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shinsou knows he is quite handsome, he has been told. But he didn’t think he was this handsome. 

What do I mean by "this”? well, the fact that you drew him like he was Brad Pitt or something like that, he looked so fine in you drawing. Your work of art made him look like he was made from a piece of God’s clothing, maybe he was. After all you had drew him, created him in a new space with your bare hands.

He felt so flattered, so flustered, so everything. He immediately got his attention to the big red heart surrounding his face, he blushed even more. he left the notebook there. He wanted to kiss your adorable face and your talented hands.

He wanted to be your model for everything you drew now on, you can’t expect to draw anything but him. After all, he is your muse, right? You drew him so perfectly. He has to be your model from now on.

Even if he has to brainwash you until you grant him his wish.

Hanta Sero

“Baby, this is so beautiful!” he said when he looked at your awesome works of art. You blushed and smiled shyly at his constant praises.

“Can I get this one framed?” “This is worth of a museum!” “You are so talented, honey” praises, praises and more praises were directed at you.

And you directed one at him, in an indirect way. A drawing of his face, with his big dumb smile there, and a lot of hearts surrounding it. His face lit up and he smiled even more.

“You drew this for me?” he blushed and cupped your cheeks, making you blush as well. “Y-yeah!” you said while smiling “Do you like it?” you asked, awaiting his answer and praise.

“I love it sweetheart! I’m so flattered by this” he kissed the small drawing, and he then kissed you.

Maybe you should draw both of you, together

forever.

Present Mic

Hizashi loved your artworks almost as much as he loved you, he treasured them and kept them in a good state whenever you he could get his hands on one of them. He got his hands on the notebook he had gotten you, the cover decorated in cute stickers and tape “cute” he mumbled as he opened it.

The pages were filled with drawings of people, some more detailed than others, lots of scribbles and lots of small notes you put in there. He even spotted a recipe in one of the pages, followed by a small drawing of the dish that was being described.

And then he found that page. Filled to the brim with drawings of him. His face and smile, him with his hair down, him sleeping, him doing anything and lovey dovey cutesy hearts decorating the page. Just enough to leave him feeling like a schoolgirl receiving a love letter from his crush.

He smiled, you were still bathing while he examined his own features translated into an entire different language by your hands, made into a work of art by your talent.

You were just so perfect.

Deku

Izuku worshiped you in every possible way he could, only for the small price of your affection... and freedom. This small price also includes your privacy, not that you know about the cameras or the fact that he looks through your stuff.

Its only for your safety, he came across the small notebook you had requested a while ago. He gave it to you with a smile, and you smiled as well, which made him smile a lot more!.

He opened the book, looking through the pages filled with drawings and small notes for yourself. There were mostly portraits of people, some less detailed and some being extremely detailed. He didn’t know these people, so he assumed you just came up with their faces on the spot or that they were from your vague distant memories of people you used to know.

And then his faced popped up, filled with freckles and his dumb flustered smile. He blushed instantly, a heart was surrounding his face. And a small note that you had written

 “my hero” it’s what could be read from the sentence, he smiled like a high schooler in love. 

You were just so adorable

Bakugou Katsuki

He was still processing the fact that you had drew him, him and his face, him and part of his torso and then him and his naked body.

You were a really talented artist and he knew, maybe he was a little rude and insulting towards you but never in his life towards your art. He understood the importance it had for you, he knew it was like his hero career for him. He would never even make a sassy comment about it.

He was just staring at the piece of paper, so easily flammable and destroyable in his hands. Your signature and a small heart around his face in one of the drawings. He blushed, he wanted to cry. God, he is so pathetic.

But mostly he was flattered, not only flattered but proud. Proud you weren’t afraid anymore, proud you were finally giving in to express your love towards him.

Proud that you were finally all his.

Overhaul

“Kai?” you said shyly, you were on his office, accompanying him through a rough day of work. You just didn’t want to be alone.

“Yes, y/n?” he said, interrupting his work for a moment “are you busy?” 

“No, dear. What do you need?” he said gently, you got closer to him, holding a small piece of paper “I- I noticed you’ve been a little bit down and stressed... and I wanted to do something nice for you” he arched a brow “Here, I know its not much but I made it with love” you smiled and lended him the sketch you made.

A small drawing of him, he had his mask on and a relaxed expression on his face, contrary to his usual cold and bothered look. His eyes widened and his mouth opened a little. You made this for him? This was unbelievable. You made a work of art based on him. Made him your muse.

You were just so pure

Denki Kaminari

Heartwarming, that’s what the scene was like when he found out about your drawings of him. Constant doodles and sketches of his face all over your sketchbook.

He blushed, cried a little and short-circuited himself a couple of times just so he could know it was real. It looked so delicate, this work of art looked so perfect. Just like everything you did. It was amazing, astounding, incredible and every compliment he could think about.

“Hey, babe!” he called you, you were cooking dinner for both of you. You had learned to not let Denki near the kitchen. You walked into the living room and saw him holding the small book in his hands with a big smile. You blushed. It didn’t bother you that he took it, after all he had bought it for you and you had nothing to hide. Well, except the constant drawings of him.

He smiled at you and left the book on the couch with caution and delicateness, and then ran towards you and hugged you. Then kissed you.

“I love you!”

Kirishima Eijiro

“What are you drawing, baby?” he said while nuzzling you, you were sitting on his lap drawing while he answered some e-mails he had. Being a hero was really stressful. Still, you made it worth it. He met you thanks to his work! 

“Just... nothing, whatever comes to my mind” he smiled and gently pulled you into a kiss.

“Can I check ‘em out?” he asked, referring to your drawings. You immediately blushed, he would realize you were drawing him all along! Well, he would notice either way. So you just slided the sketchbook to his hand. Slowly, cautiously.

He took it gently, not wanting to damage the pages that you had just gave him. And he immediately noticed his face there. Drawings of him in his hero costume, with his hair down, sleeping. Everything. There was one more detailed than the others of him saving a civilian. Oh, the civilian was you.

A small creeped onto his face, he just had a great idea. He needed new merch after all.

Why aren’t you his designer? You would make it better than anyone else.

Gang Orca

He entered your shared room. You weren’t here, instead taking a shower since it was almost time for you to sleep. Kugo entered there with a small cup of tea, just for you. 

He sat on the bed and noticed something underneath your pillow. A book, not just any book. Your sketchbook! He grabbed it, examining the cover, a little bit worn out since you used it a lot.

When he opened it he found another cover inside, this time an illustration made by you. It was of both of you, snuggling, a bit simple and not overly detailed but just cute enough to make him want to kiss your face. 

He noticed the hearts surrounding his face and the small “I love you” that was there. He smiled and hugged the small book.

You were definitely his soulmate

Hawks

He put you to bed, he was gonna stay up a little more. He had something he wanted to check out. 

“I’ll be right back, feather. Just got to check that there are no baddies around here” that was a lie, he just wanted to check the notebook you always carried around, he was curious about what could be in there. He had bought it for you a couple of months ago. 

What did you hide in there? Were you keeping count of the days since he took you away, a secret diary. No, not at all.

He was surprised, he knew you enjoyed drawing but not this much, I mean, you had almost filled a hundred pages with drawings. He passed the pages with delicateness, not wanting to damage them.

And he found some familiar faces. Including a self portrait and a drawing of him. He looked like an angel, his wings spreaded and his face with a serious yet relaxed expression. “Wow” he murmured to himself, caressing the small drawing.

You were so talented.

Mina Ashido

Mina wanted to know more about your hobbies, after all, you were so attentive whenever she tried to teach you how to dance. 

“Hey, babe! I wanted to ask you something!”

“Oh, tell me, what is it?” you smiled, leaving the mechanical pencil in the table next to you.

“Well, I know you love to draw and I just wanted to know what you draw you know? Just look at you amazing works of art!” she said smiling, you blushed a little and thought about it. It wouldn’t harm you, right? After all she had brought your sketchbook to your hands and is always spoiling you with artsy materials.

“Okay” you whispered and heard her squeal. 

Now you were sitting on the couch while you explained to her your drawings, avoiding talking about your family or friends since your past life was a... sensitive topic for both of you.

“Oh, and here’s you” you pointed at a small drawing of her with lots of hearts around it. You swore her squeal was so high it could break a window.

“You are so adorable!”

Miruko

“Stop moving!” you whispered, you were clearly annoyed by something. Rumi was doing some paperwork at your home. You were next to her doodling on your sketchbook. She is really energetic and constantly moves around just so she doesn’t fucking explode from how bored it is to do paperwork.

“You okay bunny?” she turned around to look at you, causing you to blush instantly. 

“No! I mean- Yes!” you chuckled nervously and she moved closer to you.

“Watcha’ doing, baby bunny? Is you drawing not turning out like you want it t-” she said before stopping when she noticed what you were drawing. It was her! Her doing a lot of things! She smiled and kissed your cheek, trapping you in her arms for a second.

“You should’ve told me, bunny! I can be your model as much as you want”

Shigaraki Tomura

He noticed at you staring at him like he had a giant spider on his forehead. He backed away a little. You were sharing the desk, him playing and you drawing.

“A-are you okay?” he asked getting closer to you.

“Yes! But please don’t move” you requested, going back to your piece of paper, biting your lip a little from the concentration. He just stood still waiting for you to tell him he could move again “There we go! Thank you, Shiggy!” you smiled and lended him the small piece of paper.

It was a drawing of him, so beautifully done by your skilled hands. He loved it. He took it carefully, he didn’t want to dust it. Even if he had his quirk cancelling gloves he just wanted to treasure it.

He has to treasure every little thing you do for him.

Setsuno Toya

Setsuno used his quirk to get the notebook out of your hands, careful to not interrupt anything and careless enough to tease you a little.

“What? Can’t I look at the art my angel does?” he smiled at you, his voice cooing you like you were a child, you pouted and blushed “F-fine! But be careful please”. He nodded, he knew your art was important to you and wouldn’t want to ruin it. 

He ran his hands trough he pages, staring at the faces you drew with your very talented body and mind. He smiled when he found a heart on one of the pages, so adorable.

And he smiled even more when he noticed his face on the paper. Oh my! You drew him! Oh my oh my! An angel drew him! This must be a sign from god.

A sign you belong with him for the rest of eternity.

Tamaki Amajiki

He knew it was wrong to go through your stuff, its just that he was a little curious and you were a little shy. He got his hands on the small notebook he had got you, decorated by your small hands and your incredible talent.

He looked trough all of the pages, drawings of everything you could imagine were there. something told him to stop at a certain page, he didn’t knew why he stopped there. Maybe it was the red hearts and your hand writing that said something corny and sweet.

And a familiar face... his face. You drew him?

A blush covered his entire face and he felt like he was about to faint. You drew him! So handsome and so cute, he was so flattered, and so flustered at the same time. He smiled to himself, you drew him, you loved him.

You were his.

Endeavor

He had a habit, wanting to know everything about you and your hobbies. At your request he got you the notebook you kept so perfectly. It was lined in leather and had your initials in the cover, just a small detail he wanted to include for his baby.

He had noticed how you left it on his desk. Was it on purpose? Or did you just leave it there by accident? Either ways, the curiosity killed the cat and he started looking at the pages. Amazed by the talent you had in your hands, you works more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. Fitting for his true and only love, you were so amazing.

His ice cold eyes fixed on a man’s face, it was his! So detailed and so perfectly handsome, did you really see him that way? He was surprised, normally everyone thought of him as menacing and intimidating. But you

You thought of him as the love of your life, the heart and handwritten “giant teddy-bear” confirmed it.

Mirio Togata

Mirio liked watching you draw, it relaxes him seeing you so relaxed and concentrated. Sometimes humming a tune or hearing him talk to you. Its a nice way of bonding and spending time together.

He also likes looking at your drawings after you’ve finished them. Another way of bonding, another way of bonding. He looks at the sketches and the complete illustrations you’ve done about life and yourself. Even part of your past life and other things, nature, animals and everything else.

He was now looking at your drawings while you were in the bathroom, he smiled at your talent. And then he stumbled across his own face. And he blushed, a lot. You came in the room again, and blushed when you noticed why he was blushing. A thought stroke Mirio’s brain

You were made for him and only him, every single part of you.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was quiet and calming, much like you. Enjoying the shared silence you both created. He was reading a book while you were sketching ideas for an illustration. Together, alone in your own little world.

“Can you give me your opinion on this? I just want to know how to improve it” you said fixing your eyes on his face.

“Sure” he hummed and got closer to you, looking at your small sketches. Something felt familiar about the man you were drawing, specially the oddly similar scar in his eye. 

Oh my god it was him.

He was dressed like royalty, the sketch having a medieval vibe. And, was that a heart on one of the faces?

“Were you drawing me?”

“maybe... You’re really handsome, you can’t expect me not to use you as a model!” you said in defense, he chuckled a little. Ready to give you the feedback you needed.

“Maybe if I was kissing you, your drawing would be complete”

I just used my entire brainpower into this oh god why am I so ambitious at times.

Still I really enjoyed writing this!

If you have any other requests you want me to do so I can milk my brain onto the last ounce of creativity I have please tell me!

Have a great day/night!

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That's fucking rookie numbers 🤭

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