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Farmer!Bakugo x reader (Stardew Valley AU)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: slow burn enemies to lovers, few descriptions of reader, Reader is referred to as a nickname throughout, talk of grief, smut (specific warnings for this will be on the labeled chapter), talk of alcoholism and rehab, talk of cancer, talk of the negative effects of smoking

Total WC: 71,898

Summary: When your grandfather leaves you the deed to his small farm in your old hometown, you decide to leave your city life behind and care for it in his memory. The town holds potential for reopening old wounds and forcing you to face all your regrets. With one grumpy farmer who seems to have a personal vendetta against you and the bustling metropolis you used to call home behind you, you’re ready to delve into whatever it takes to have a successful farm and find somewhere you can truly call home.

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Summer

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Autumn

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Winter

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Spring

Epilogue

Meet the Farmer:

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Death Becomes Her

reaper!Yuuji Itadori x reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.7K

Warnings: mirror sex, praise, some violent talk, talk of murder and torture, a lil body horror? (injuries are mentioned), a lot of talk about life and death, morbid, idk fam bam this shit is actually extremely soft ok?

a/n: Hello Hi. Are you ready to witness how I singlehandedly made myself fall in love with one Yuuji Itadori? Here's the thing, if there was ever a man that existed to make sure you knew that you weren't as bad a person as you thought while singlehandedly reminding you of how beautiful of a person you are and making sure your last day on Earth was the best you ever had, It's Yuuji Itadori. With that being said, I hope yall enjoy this. Yeet.

Tagging: @cyancherub @galair @boonseren-burner

The last thing you remember seeing before the car plowed into you and sucked the life from your lungs, was a young man with pink hair skulking in the shadows as you strolled down the street. You luckily hadn’t felt or at least remembered the pain and as you now stand looking over your own mangled body, listening to the screams and cries of the mortified people in the streets, you’re strangely calm.

You probably should’ve been paying attention, but it’s typical of you not to. Your mind was on other things. Vicious things. Daydreams of blood and murder and revenge.

The pink haired man strolls casually to stand next to you, hands stuffed in his pocket and seemingly unbothered by the state of your broken carcass. You raise an eyebrow curiously as you stare at him.

“Seen a lot of bloody broken carcasses, huh buddy?” you say nonchalantly, turning your eyes back to your body.

You only say it to yourself, drawing the conclusion that of course he won’t be able to hear you, but you’re shocked when he shrugs and says “Eh. I’ve seen worse.”

You blink in astonishment. You’re also slightly offended. Worse? Worse than your broken neck and your legs turned at opposite 90 degree angles than they’re supposed to fold? You huff and squint at him.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ you ask, putting a hand on your incorporeal hip.

He gives you a side eye, a tiny playful smirk twisting his lips and he winks.

“At least you’re still in one piece,” he replies.

You roll your eyes and continue staring at your body as hands check your pulse and men shout to others to call an ambulance. If you were actually bothered by the fact that you’re dead and looking at your corpse right now, you would’ve asked how this guy can see you or even speak to you, but it doesn’t matter. You’re dead. His explanation won’t bring you back to life, might as well not waste your breath, or lack thereof.

“So, ya ready to go?” he asks, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You gaze at him again, really take in his features this time. He’s handsome, you’ll give him that. He’s got pink hair and an undercut. He sort of reminds you of a puppy; young, excitable, willing to do anything to get the pussy. There’s something that attracts you to him, like a warm light beaming inside him that makes you feel safe.

But “safe” isn’t what you’re looking for.

You scoff sassily. “Sorry I think I'll be off the dating scene for a little while now. Like, forever it looks like,” you say gesturing to your dead body.

“What?” he asks incredulously, ripping his hands from his pocket and turning to look at you. His mouth drops into a confused “o” and he raises an eyebrow in confusion. “You think I…I’m asking you out?”

“Why else would you be here?”

He continues looking at you like you’ve lost it. “To reap you!” he replies frantically.

You cock a hip, raise a sassy eyebrow, and blink slowly up at him. No shit. You’re not an idiot. Of course he’s here to reap you or whatever.

“What’s your name?’ you ask him and he stiffens and then bows and apologies.

“Sorry! I guess that was rude of me! I’m Yuuji Itadori and I’m here to help you cross over,” he explains.

You smile and tell him your name, reaching out to try and shake his hand. He doesn’t take it, but he nods and replies, “Yeah I know your name.”

“You were watching me before the car hit me,” you say simply and he nods. “You knew I would die.” He nods again, this time, solemnly.

“I woulda saved you if I could but we’re not supposed to interfere. They say it’ll be worse for the soul if we do,” he says, not meeting your eye.

It's a shame. He looks genuinely upset at your death and you believe when he says he would’ve prevented it if he could. You get the feeling he’s tried before and been punished for doing so. It’s an unfortunate situation, especially considering what you’re about to do. You’d hate for someone as nice as him to get in trouble by his grim reaper bosses.

You smile at him, flashing a big bright smile with squinty eyes and deep dimples. He’s taken aback, and you know it. Your smile has always been your most powerful weapon.

“Well thanks for being so kind and honest,” you say, stepping closer to your body. He smiles back, one that matches yours.

“No problem!” he replies.

You bend down toward your body with a wistful smile. “I suppose I'm really going to miss living,” you say sadly. You hear Yuuji sigh sadly behind you.

“I getcha. But death’s only the beginning,” he chirps in a proud voice.

The men checking your body look up at the gathering crowd and sadly pronounce you dead. Some woman you don’t even know starts crying, a guy takes off his jacket and covers your bloodied face, and you hear the sirens of the ambulances rushing to the scene down the street.

You reach a shimmering hand out to stroke your stiff body’s hair and sigh. Yuuji clears his throat but gives you time to accept your new fate. There was so much you were meant to do. You had so many plans, and in mere seconds, they’re all ruined. You squeeze your eyes shut, flashes of your plan speeding through your imagination.

Suddenly you open your eyes, slump your ghostly shoulders and whisper without looking at Yuuji behind you.

“Hey Yuuji?” you ask.

“Yeah, you ok?” he says with concern lingering in his voice. It’s so genuine that it gives you pause, makes you rethink everything but you shake the hesitation from your mind.

“Yeah I’m ok. I just…” you stumble over your words, bite your lip as you continue staring intensely at your dead body. “I’m really sorry about this,” you say finally.

You dive toward your dead body, melding with it right as you hear Yuuji scream “No! Don’t!” and then there’s nothing but deathly silence.

You used to think there was nothing more painful than having your entire family murdered and being shipped away to a tiny ,strict, poor orphanage on the outskirts of the city. Poor and forgotten, like every child under those nuns' care.

Dying and then forcing your soul back into its mangled corpse after being plowed down by a car however, definitely takes the cake. The pain you don’t remember feeling when the car first hit you, is now swallowing you in white hot torment. Everything hurts. Even your eyes hurt.

You’re unaware of your surroundings but there are so many sounds tumbling around inside your head. Sirens? People screaming? Slow pronounced words flowing in the darkness behind your lids. What’s going on?

“Excuse me miss, can you hear me? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.”

It’s a woman’s voice, firm yet sweet and concerned. You want to do what she says, but your body won’t cooperate. Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea at all. How do you expect to get your revenge if you can’t move your fucking hands?

What did you do!?

Another voice in the dark, but this one sounds familiar. It sticks with you, strangely. While the other voices buzz around this one stays clear in your head.

Yes I’m like family! I wanna ride with her!

It’s fuzzy and trying to focus on the voice makes your headache worse so you let go and sink into the darkness. It seems to stretch on for miles and millennia inside your mind. You float there helplessly, replaying the events leading up to your death over and over in your mind.

You’d finally found him. The man responsible for your mother and sister’s death. Five years of planning the way you’d sneak into his home, the way he snuck into yours. Five years of planning the way you’d linger in the shadows and feast on his fear and paranoia. Five years of planning the way you’d make him suffer and beg you for death after you peeled the skin from his bones.

It plays like a film reel across the dark canvas inside your head. The world around you fades away, the woman’s voice a distant memory until there’s nothing else you can see. The fantasy is like shoveling coal in a burning furnace, sustaining your life, too stubborn to move on to the afterlife.

Now that you think about it, that reaper’s face pops into your mind now. He looks solemn and worried, but not worried for himself. You wanna speak to him, apologize again for tricking him and making his job more difficult than it already is. You wonder if you can make it up to him. What would he want?

If he was like every other man in the world, a blowie. But he didn’t seem that way. You remember his warmth, his light and the way his presence made you feel safe and loved.

You suppose you wouldn’t mind giving him a blowie, he was handsome. Muscular arms, big broad chest, kind warm eyes. If circumstances were different he’d be good for you. A long term boyfriend. One you met in high school, started dating, high school sweethearts into college, you break up once but realize you’re meant for each other and find each other again. You know, the real mushy stuff. Your mom would probably love him…

Your mom.

The thought pulls you out of your little fantasy. You’re anything but normal and there’s no way you deserve the sweet domestic life that guy would be able to give you. Not after you’ve dreamed up the horrific visceral images of someone’s torture. You need to stay focused.

You’re not sure how much time passes before you’re finally crawling out of the darkness toward a warm light and a muffled voice in your ears. When you do finally open your eyes, all you see is white. There’s no distinguishing characteristic in the room for you to focus on and it makes your head throb. You don’t know where you are, there's still the muffled voice in your ears, a constant beeping. It smells weirdly clean, no not clean, sterile.

It hits you then, you’re in a hospital. You gaze down at your body, wrapped in hard casts. There’s a mask over your face administering oxygen and you yank it off and take your first breath of fresh air. Scanning the tiny hospital room, your eyes fall on a dark figure leaning against the wall while sitting in a chair.

Pink hair, long lashes, a bit of drool slipping down the side of his mouth as he lounges with his chin propped up on his chin and breathes deeply. It’s that guy, the reaper. Did he follow you to the hospital? Does he intend to kill you? If so, what is he waiting for?

“He’s been here since you were brought in. Said he was a good friend of yours?” She sounds suspicious but you don’t stop staring at him.

Yes I’m like family! I wanna ride with her!

So it was him you heard. Desperate, for some reason, not to cause anymore trouble for him, you speak. “Y...yeah. He’s a close friend of mine. I don’t have any family alive anymore so he’s about as close as it comes to family,” you lie smoothly.

So smoothly it’s almost like it’s the truth. You continue watching him and you’re not sure why your heart is beating faster. The heart monitor next to you increases its steady beat and the nurse catches it. She stares at you, the way your eyes stay glued to him, the way your pupils widen and your fingers fist into the starchy hard sheets on your hospital bed and then she smiles.

“Why don’t I get him a blanket and a pillow? The doctor will be in soon to check on you,” she says, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. You tear your eyes away from him to stare up at her.

“Yeah, please,” you reply. She gives you a quick nod and your lips pull into a tiny smile. “Oh, one more thing!” you say raising your voice to catch her before she leaves the room. She gives you a look and gestures for you to go on. “You said he’s been here since I was brought in. How long ago was that? How long have I been here?”

She gives you a pitiful look. “You’ve been in our care for two months. And uh…” she hesitates and you can see the way she struggles over her words. Again your heart squeezes in your chest, but you take a deep breath and nod for her to continue.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to move anything from the waist down,” she reports.

You knew it would be bad, but hearing it come from the nurse still makes your blood run cold and your heart drop. You swallow the tears that threaten to burst from your chest and look up at her. She’s very pretty, has a very kind face and she almost has this motherly air about her that makes you even more emotional when you think about it.

“I’m so sorry,” she replies when she hears the stuttering breath you intake.

Your eyes grow wide and you’re shaking your head at her. “No please. I should be the one apologizing. You must have to work extra hard to take care of me. I’m sorry for that,” you say kindly.

The nurse looks flabbergasted. “You don’t have to apologize to me. It’s my job honey!”

“Oh… right,” you mutter as you look away from her with an embarrassed smile. Your eyes immediately fall to the man in the corner of your room again, and the nurse gets the hint.

“Why don’t I go grab that blanket for him and give the two of you a moment alone. If you need anything, just press the ‘call nurse’ button. I’ll send the doctor in a few. He’ll want to do a full check over you now that you’re awake.” She reaches down to grasp your hand and squeeze it before she leaves the room and shuts the door softly.

As soon as the door closes, you let the tears run down your face. Loud hiccups and cries fill the room, you’re lucky you have it to yourself, well except for…

“You’re finally awake. Took you long enough.”

Light brown eyes—you swear they remind you of a Labrador you used to play with when you were younger—are burning into yours. He’s leaning over you, so close to your face his nose is inches from yours. He does not look happy with you and that thought kind of makes you want to cry more.

It stupid to be self conscious about the heat pooling in your cheeks or the way your eyes are red and puffy from crying, the way snot is probably pouring down your nose and for goodness sake, your hair probably a tangled mess. You clear your throat then try to push his face away weakly.

“Haven’t you ever heard of personal space dude?” you say sniffling and craning your neck away from him.

He pouts, pursing his lips and knitting his brows together. “The last time I gave you personal space you hopped back into your dead body like a baby kangaroo into it’s mama’s pouch!” He huffs in frustration and you can’t help but snicker.

“A baby kangaroo? Mama? That’s cute,” you tease. He can tell you’re trying to lighten the mood and you get the feeling under different circumstances, he’d buy into it.

“I’m not joking around. You could’ve done a lot of damage. I already had to quickly heal your neck so doctors wouldn’t be suspicious or wonder how—hey why are you crying again?”

His words make the sobs wrack your body fiercely. This is all your fault. All you’ve done is cause trouble since this debacle, and for what? You won’t even be able to get revenge or anything anymore. So what’s the point anymore?

“Look, I'm sorry. I really am. You were like, the last person I wanted to cause trouble for,” you say through sniffles and sobs.

“Then why’d you do it?” Yuuji asks without missing a beat. He doesn’t soften his tone or try to coddle you, and you suppose that’s fair.

“I had to,” you insist.

“No. You had to cross over. Your time is up. You’re living on time that isn’t yours. Who knows what balance in the world you’re wrecking.”

You feel like a kid being scolded by an adult. You wanna pout and stomp your foot, poke out your tongue at him and cross your arms over your chest but that seems silly, especially considering again this is all your fault.

You take a deep breath. “I get that. And I’m sorry but…”

“But what?”

For some reason, you can’t say it. You can’t tell him about the burning need for revenge nestled in your gut. The thought of saying such violent things to someone… someone like him feels wrong. So you swallow the lump in your throat and try to change the subject.

“Why won’t you just take my soul or whatever? Why go through all the trouble of healing me and waiting two months for me to wake up when you could’ve easily just—”

“I wanted to ask you why.”

That’s strange. Why would he wait all this time to ask you a question instead of just doing his job?

“You waited two months, and came here every day for two months, just to ask me why I went back into my own body?” you inquire, squinting your eyes with suspicion.

“No.”

“No?”

“I didn’t come back every day. I just stayed.” He says it simply, like it’s obvious.

That makes your heart do flips in your chest and your stomach feels weird. He stayed with you, waiting for you to wake up. He watched you sleep and stayed here every day just to get an answer from you. The least you can do is tell him. Not like it’ll matter in the long run.

“My family was murdered by a man who’s walking free right now. I was hiding under a bed while my mother was screaming and my sister was motioning to me to stay quiet and not to look. He took everything from me that day and he walked free. And I was left alone in the world with people who didn’t give a damn about me. Do you know how that feels?” your voice wavers while you speak but you manage not to cry through it. It’s the first time you ever spoke about the incident aloud and surprisingly, you feel a bit lighter.

Yuuji stares at you for a long moment. You can see him thinking as he nibbles on the inside of his cheek. Then he shrugs and replies, “Nah I guess I don’t.”

“Exactly.”

He plops down on the bed next to you and it squeaks loudly. There’s something so casual about the way he acts and speaks to you. Almost like you are longtime friends. You don’t mind it, it makes you feel comfortable. “So what, you planned to...kill that guy?”

You lift your chin and purse your lips stubbornly. “Yes. Painfully. I wanted to make him suffer.”

He chuckles, as if the two of you aren’t discussing the fact that you want to murder a man and make him suffer. “You’re...kinda intense, huh?”

For some reason, that makes you pissy. You purse your lips again and quip back in a sassy bratty tone,“If wanting revenge against the guy who murdered my family is intense, then yeah sure.”

“You don’t actually want that, do you.” He means to state it as a question, but it doesn’t come out that way.

You hesitate, your eyes wide. Up until now, you didn’t think about actually going through with it. In a daydream fueled by rage and retaliation, you could picture the way the man would cry and beg for death. But here in Yuuji’s presence, it turns your stomach, it makes you feel sick and nauseous. You turn away from his inquisitive eyes and clear your throat.

He sighs after a few minutes of silence. “Well I can't let you do that.”

You mimic his sigh, you knew he’d say it, but it still leaves you crestfallen. “You could though, right?”

“Yeah. But I'm not gonna.” He sounds determined, but there’s something else lingering in his tone. Like he has something he needs to prove.

It’s silent again as you stare out the window. Yuuji keeps watching you, observing every emotion that crosses or doesn’t cross your face. It kind of makes you uncomfortable. Why is he watching you so intensely? You're self conscious now, tugging at a loose strand of hair and fidgeting with a thread in the scratchy blanket.

He breaks the silence, “If you had one day left to live—and your answer can’t be murder that guy—what would you do?” he asks randomly.

You don’t miss a beat. ”Murder—“

He stops you again. “You can’t murder anyone he loves either. No murder. Think bigger,” He says booping your nose and frowning at you.

You snort and again you’re amazed at how playful the atmosphere is when discussing something as morbid as murder. Seems to be the effect he has on you. “Bigger than murder? You’re serious?”

“Yes,” he insists and the serious but engaged expression on his face makes you play along.

“I’d wanna see the ocean.”

He looks shocked, like he wasn’t expecting something like this and it immediately puts you on the defense. “Really? How come?”

“Not everyone gets the chance to travel all over the world. Especially not someone like me. I’ve never seen it. I’ve never seen a lot, actually. But seeing the ocean has always been the one thing that made me think, ‘I’ve made it.’ ”you explain.

You realize you’ve been staring out the window while daydreaming about the crashing waves and you’re flustered when you turn back to see Yuuji watching you and smirking. “What?”

“I knew it.” he says, a grin spreading wider on his face.

“Knew what?” you say falling back into your pout.

“Why don’t we go see it then?” he says, holding a hand out for you to grasp it.

He’s joking, obviously. So you roll your eyes and look out the window again. “We’re like hundreds of miles away from the ocean, and I can't walk. Unless you plan to wheel me out in the dead of night.”

“Not a bad idea.” You give him a look and he smiles a big goofy dumb smile. “I’m kidding! Would you just trust me though?”

You look at his hand and then back up into his eyes. You don’t know how he does it, but he manages to make you feel like anything in the world is possible, as long as you’re with him. You don’t know how he will pull this off but you do trust him.

You sigh deeply. “Fine,” you say and slip your hand into his.

Yuuji told you to close your eyes and trust him when you took his hand, so you did. But that means you have no explanation on how you’re sitting, cradled in his arms as he stands at the entrance of a very luxurious beach house. Behind it must be the ocean because your ears are filled with the sounds of rolling waves and seagulls.

You look up at Yuuji and feel his arms clutching you tightly to his chest. The hard casts that were wrapped around your legs are gone and they dangle over Yuuji’s arms limply.

“How… How did you do this?” you blink, trying to take everything in.

His laugh shakes your body, you can feel it vibrate through his chest and you inadvertently squish yourself closer to him.

He puts a finger to his lips and winks at you, “It’s a secret,” he grins.

Then he bends down and places a quick peck on your forehead. His lips feel like they’re branding you, they’re hot on your skin, but strangely it isn’t painful. The heat travels through your entire body and washes you in relief similar to soaking sore muscles in a hot bath. It feels so good you can’t catch the groan that suspiciously sounds a little erotic as it falls from your lips.

If he heard it, he thankfully doesn’t comment on it. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Hell before you woke up from the coma you were ready and willing to suck his dick. You shake your head and try to take control of the conversation before the hanging silence becomes awkward.

“What’d you do?” you ask when the heat subsides.

“Don’t be scared, I just healed you. Let’s go in!” he says happily. In one fluid motion he sets you down on your feet, grasps your hand, and leads you into the beach house. He doesn’t give you a chance to ask how you’re standing right now or how you’re able to walk.

Yuuji suggests you’ll feel a bit better if you take a shower and he’s not wrong. The water feels amazing on your skin. The soap you use smells fresh and brisk and with the salty ocean air surrounding you, it feels like you’re in a completely different world.

You make sure to avoid the mirror when you get out of the shower. It’s a habit, a nasty one you’ve picked up over the years of being invisible to everyone around you. You don’t like what you see in the mirror, so you avoid them at every moment. You sigh when you think about how handsome Yuuji is. He’s probably never afraid to look at himself. Why would he be?

You’re ashamed, you feel rotten. You can’t avenge your family but you’re also worried about what this pure man thinks of your soul after confessing that you’d planned to murder someone. It shouldn’t matter that much to you, given you’ve only just met him, but for some reason the way he sees you means everything to you right now.

Sadly, you pad out of the bathroom and into the large bedroom where there is a satin gown lying on the bed and a pair of panties. You assume they are for you and quickly slip them on. A slip of paper next to the clothes tells you Yuuji is on the beach. So you walk toward the patio doors in the room. They lead to a concrete slab and right out to the beach. Further out is the sparkling blue ocean sitting on the horizon.

When you step out on the patio, the scene in front of you feels unreal, like a dream? It matches your daydreams of the ocean perfectly. The rushing waves race each other to the beach then quickly pull back into the expanse of the salty water. With each push and pull, little shells become present and decorate the sand with shimmering specs of light as the sun illuminates them. The air smells salty but fresh and when the wind whips through your hair, the shampoo you used blends with the scent of the briny sea.

It’s breathtaking, you’re left speechless as you stare. Yuuji stands at the shore as the waves flow around his ankles. His back looks strong, his shoulder broad as the blades protrude through his jacket. You lick your lips and bite your lip, it’s a sight you wish you could have ingrained in your memory forever.

You take a wary step into the sand, toward him and before you know it, you’re running to him. He turns when he hears you, and catches you when you trip and stumble into his arms. Yuuji always holds you tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away from him. Even when he stands you back up right and snorts “Gotta find your sand legs,” he still keeps a tight grip on your waist.

He holds your hand as the two of you stroll down the beach. You wiggle your toes in the sand, feel the cold water between your toes and even get into a tiny splashing fight with Yuuji. Your cheeks ache from how much you’re smiling and by sunset you’re both sitting on a group of rocks near the shore, resting and watching the sun sink in the sky.

“So...” Yuuji starts. You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head.

“So?” you repeat.

“Was it everything you ever dreamed? The ocean and stuff?” he asks, vibrating with anticipation.

You smile again, grabbing a stick to doodle in the wet sand. “Yeah, actually. It was exactly like how I dreamed it would be. The seafoam looks like bunnies hopping on top of the waves and the sunset reminds me of a peach tart my mom made for me on my last birthday before the incident. This was perfect,” you say, whispering the last word as your cheeks grow hot.

Talking about your mom again instantly drags you back into reality and you sigh sadly. The momentary bliss washes away when the thought of you never again being able to enjoy a peach tart from her invades your thoughts. Your eyes sting and you bite your lip attempting to hold the tears back.

You gaze out at the sunset, your mind drifting away with the breeze until you sigh and ask, “Do you think people are born to be doomed?” You don’t look at him when you ask, just keep your eyes trained on the orange glow in the sky.

“No. I think people are born to die so they should live as best they can with the time given to them. Doing stuff they love with people they treasure.” He doesn’t have to think about his answer, almost as if lots of people have asked him this before.

“How long have you been a reaper?”

“Not that long. I died once. It’s how you become a reaper. I got a second chance at life, so I figured, I don’t know, that you maybe needed one too. Even if it is just for a day. I knew you weren’t just a murderer.”

That makes you whip your head around to look at him. “Ha! And how’d you know that?” you snort.

“Well one, the way you look at people. When I saw you the day you died you were looking at all those people trying to help you. Almost like, you didn’t think you deserved their help. Or when you apologized to the nurse for doing her job in taking care of you. Even she was surprised! So I started thinking to myself, ‘She must be a really sad person’.”

Well shit. He saw more than you gave him credit for. You sit there staring at him, confused, shocked but more moved than any of the other emotions. He paid that much attention?

Suddenly he has his hands up in a surrender motion in front of him, chuckling sheepishly as he looks at you. “I.. I don't mean that in a pathetic way or anything! Just that you looked sad.” He stutters nervously over his words but quickly calms when he sees you smile at him.

“Erm...but the big give away was your soul.”

That catches your attention. “What do you mean my soul?”

“It was so bright and shimmery. Especially when you smiled that one time. It surprised me. I’d never seen a soul shine that bright. When they’re that bright, it usually means the cross over is fairly easy.”

He thought you were bright? And here that entire time you were thinking it was him who was warm and bright.

He smiles big at you and points down to the sketch in the sand. You didn’t even notice you’d drawn that much. Then he takes your hands into his large ones and holds them tightly. They’re so warm, and envelop yours completely, like a warm blanket on a cold winter day and you wish his arms were wrapped around you instead.

“Look. Your hands were made to create pretty things, not take lives.” He almost whispers it but he stares into your eyes intently. It makes you want to cry. No one’s ever looked at you like this before.

Your lips part and he leans in just a bit closer to you.

“Yuuji?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Hey don’t worry about it!” His teeth shine like diamonds in the setting sun when he flashes you a big toothy grin.

“Yuuji?” This time you whisper his name, soft and delicate, every syllable hesitant and vulnerable as you avoid his soothing gaze. Your breathing picks up as his index finger draws little patterns around your knuckles. His other arm moves to the small of your back and pulls you into his lap on the rock he’s perched on. And you might have imagined it, but you think his hand just brushed against your ass.

Taking solace in a man as pure as him, it’s not something you think you deserve but the way he’s holding your hand right now, the way he balances you in his lap and holds you close to him, the way he leans in like you’re impossible to stay away from, very slowly makes the idea a little more plausible.

“Yeah?” He inquires breathy, husky, and deep. His breath washes over you, it smells like the salty sea air, like sunshine on fresh dew covered grass and a hint of honey and cinnamon. It’s irresistible, he's irresistible. You can’t imagine how anyone’s able to stay away from him.

“Will you kiss me?” You mumble the request under your breath, staring down at your intertwined fingers, lashes brushing your heated cheeks. He could say no. You’d understand if he did. He is supposed to be taking your soul. Why would he kiss you? And if he decided to, it'd be a pity kiss at best.

He untangles his fingers from yours and lifts your chin with a hook of his finger. His eyes entrap you again and he smiles warmly. He leans in to rub his nose gently against yours then whispers, “Thought ya’d never ask.”

The kiss isn’t heated or rushed. He only brushes his lips against your cupid’s bow before deepening the kiss and slotting his lips between the empty spaces of yours. It’s like putting the last piece of the puzzle in place. Relief washes over you, you hum and relax your tense shoulders when his hand caresses your cheek and he plays with a loose strand of your hair.

He tastes and feels like something you've craved for years now. A warm home, a family, someone to love you and be with you. You can’t help but to reach around and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in closer to you. The action nudges his tongue into your mouth and he moans when the muscle invades and brushes against your teeth. This is something you haven’t felt before but there’s something in you that needs him, that needs to feel him and his hands all over your body.

You’re not a virgin. You’d lost it in the back of the chapel at the orphanage as a big “fuck you” to the mean nuns there but it wasn’t good. The guy had pumped into you three times before he was quickly pulling out and spilling onto your belly and plaid skirt. You hadn’t even been close to coming and that was your only sexual encounter.

You wonder if Yuuji is a virgin. Surely in two lifetimes he’s had sex before? He seems experienced judging by the way he moves his lips against yours and presses his body against you, though in a playful way. Does he even want you in that way? You tense up as you think about the possibility of him not wanting this.

Whether he’s just that good at knowing what you’re thinking or he wants you just as much as you want him you’re not sure, but he drops his hands to your waist and massages his fingers into your plush skin. His lips move and press harder against you, tongue flicking and pressing against yours as he groans. You pull back from him to catch your breath and his eyes run down your frame.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” he says simply and you can feel the way his fingers clench the fabric of your gown.

No one’s ever said that to you before. And you know when he says it, he means it. Yuuji’s been painfully honest this entire time so when he runs a hand up your body, squeezing and caressing everything his hand touches before it wraps around the back of your neck tenderly, you move to press your breasts up against him.

“Yuuji… I want…” you breathe. His fingers curl into the hair at the nape of your neck as he leans in closer to you again.

He lets the tip of his tongue playfully flick against your bottom lip before he replies, “Yeah? Tell me.”

Did you imagine the shift in his pants or the way he bit his lip? Did you imagine the way his chest swelled and his breath quivered with anticipation when you laid your hand over his chest? Gazing into his eyes now, you’re no longer afraid to tell him what you want more than anything right now.

“You,” you whisper and it’s like magic words.

He scoops you up in his arms and carries you back to the house. He cradles you against his chest like a bride being carried over the threshold to her new life. His heavy footfalls on the creaking wood floors echo through the empty beach house and soon you’re bouncing on a big fluffy bed with comfy white sheets. You flop down on the bed with an “oof” and for the first time you giggle a twinkling little sound that fills the room.

“You’re laughing! That’s a pretty sound.”

He looks at you with stars in his eyes, a huge dopey grin that spreads across his entire face. He’s fallen back into that puppy energy and it only makes you giggle more. You scoot back against the lavish headboard and watch him in delight. He quickly pulls his hoodie over his head, tosses it on the floor and pulls down his pants.

Without the clunky hoodie to hide his muscles you can see how broad his shoulders are, how firm his pecs are beneath the shirt stretching over them, the flexing muscles of his arms as he reaches down to grasp the hem and pull it over his head.

Maybe it’s just because you haven’t had the chance or been in the correct mental state to appreciate someone so lovely but, Yuuji is gorgeous. The retreating sun’s rays dance like little sparkles over his bare chest and your eyes trace the lines of his abs down to the dips and grooves of his hips. His thighs are thick and muscular, the boxer briefs he wears cinched around them and you actually lick your lips when you see the bulge of his cock pressed against his leg. You tilt your head and smile as you take him in.

“Hey, you checkin’ me out or something? That’s what I’m supposed to be doing to you,” he says leaning forward with his hands on his hips.

Something in the corner of the room catches his eye then and he bounds over to stand in front of a full length mirror sitting on two sturdy legs. You watch him with curiosity, and can see the cogs in his mind turning as he puts something together in his head.

“Yannow they say if you die in front of a mirror, your soul gets stuck in it forever,” you say, trying to garner his attention again.

He doesn’t turn around but he does grab the mirror on either side and looks over his shoulder to stare seriously at you.

“Nah, that’s just a dumb myth. Only reapers can handle souls. But I can think of something better we can do with this mirror.”

He carries it over to sit by the side of the bed and maneuvers it so that you’re staring at your own huge eyes in the reflection. Then he quickly makes his way around to pull you off of the headboard and turn you so you’re looking directly at your reflection. You’re immediately uncomfortable, turning away so you don’t have to see. He shuffles onto the bed to sit behind you and pulls you to sit between his open legs.

“What are you--”

“Don’t worry. Just trust me, ok?”

Yuuji’s got rough hands, but he has somehow found a way to make them feel soft as he massages your breasts in his huge palms. He pinches your nipples through your gown and you squeeze your thighs together when a rush of heat flows straight to your cunt. You close your eyes and bite your lip, focusing on the way the tip of his tongue draws light patterns over the marks growing darker on your skin.

“Uh uhn. Don’t close your eyes. I want ya to watch,” he says while nibbling your ear.

His hands have found their way underneath your gown and no bra means he’s palming your bare breast. His hands look like specters under the white silk of your gown. Warm calloused hands run down your body and when they reach the hem of your panties, you immediately spread your legs to welcome him.

You can feel his cock on your back, hard and pulsing through the fabric of his underwear as he continues to play with you. Each mewl that drips from your lips makes his cock throb more against your back. You want to reach around to grasp it, feel how hard and thick he would be in your hands but he’s got his arms wrapped so tightly around you, it’s hard to move.

“Y...Yuuji please, touch me,” you whimper.

He’s more than happy to oblige, quickly slipping your underwear down your legs and tossing them aside. He stops littering kisses on the side of your face just long enough to pull the long gown over your head and gaze at your naked body in the mirror. He takes one of your budding nipples between his fingers and squeezes, watching your face and reaction carefully in the mirror.

“You don't know how good you look when your face is all scrunched up like that,” he says in a husky voice.

“Everything about you is so pretty. Your noises are pretty, your tits are pretty, your face is pretty, and…” He lists everything off nonchalantly, like it’s an obvious truth that anyone could see and it makes your cheeks heat and your cunt ache for him.

Then he teases your entrance, pulling your legs further apart and slipping a finger through your glistening folds. You watch him in the mirror, he’s biting his lip as he watches you carefully. Yuuji’s focused face instills an unquantifiable amount of joy and pride inside you.

His tongue poking out the side of his mouth, his knitted brows and the way his eyes keep swiveling to your face and back down between your thighs. He’s determined, completely focused on making you feel good. He rubs wide hard circles on your clit and you push your hips forward to increase the pressure.

“Your pussy is really pretty,” he finishes right as he pushes a finger into your velvety walls.

You gasp and watch his finger sink into your cunt. You bite your lip so hard, it feels like you’ll make it bleed. He kisses your shoulder tenderly but continues to pump inside of you. You’re unsure if his fingers are just that thick or if you’re that tight but the stretch feels better than anything you’ve ever felt.

“Look at how well you take my fingers. You’re amazing, see? Look at yourself.”

Praise from him only makes your cunt squeeze tighter, makes you wetter, makes you want to hear him speak through groans and pants about how well you take his dick. How’s he making you feel this good? How does he know exactly where to rub or thrust to make you yelp and moan? He speaks sweetly in your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how he loves the way you sound but all you can think about is how much you want to feel him, not his fingers.

He’s warm against your back, his breath makes the hair on the back of your neck stand and goosebumps rise to the surface on your skin. His arms wrap protectively around you, running slowly up and down your arms. He nestles his chin on your shoulder, and smiles that big giddy grin at you in the mirror. Your heart skips a beat as it thumps loudly in your chest.

“Don’t blink or you’ll miss it, ” he instructs.

He places a hand on your chest and suddenly you feel weird. He’s still pumping and curling his fingers up inside you but now you’re both hot and cold at the same time, tired and energized, happy and sad. It’s a strange feeling, like you’re being split in two.

You don’t take your eyes off yourself in the mirror. Yuuji is taking death breaths, spreading his fingers out on your chest and chanting something you can’t understand. You’re panting still focused on his fingers spreading out inside you. But then he stops pumping and suddenly there’s a bright ball of light, so bright it almost blinds you.

It’s vibrating and floating in Yuuji’s palm, like a tiny galaxy or a star floating delicately. For some reason, seeing it makes you want to cry but also laugh in joyful glee. You’re mesmerized as you watch it illuminate both you and Yuuji’s face.

It isn’t until you hear Yuuji chuckle playfully that you're broken out of your stupor.

“What...What is it?” you ask with a shaky voice.

“You serious? I thought you’d know your own soul when you saw it. Hmm…well Gojo did say humans are a little blind,” he says, putting a finger to his chin.

“That’s….”

“Mmm hmm. And like I said before, they aren’t usually this bright. Most of the time they shine like a night light in a kid’s bedroom but yours...it’s like a star.” When Yuuji says the word “star’, he says it with so much amazement and adoration it almost knocks the air from you.

You continue to look at it before he chants again and the light slowly fades back into your chest. You're left with your own dumbfounded expression staring back at you. For once, you don’t feel the need to turn away quickly from the sight of your own face. For once, you like the way you look and it mesmerizes you.

“It...it’s beautiful…” you whisper.

“I told ya. You’re beautiful,” Yuuji responds, wrapping his arms around your stomach and pulling you closer to him. He kisses your cheek and moves down your jaw to kiss your neck. He pulls his fingers from your cunt and licks the slick from them. When you breathe out a heavy sigh and tilt your head away to expose more of your neck to him, he nips at your flesh.

Like a dam that’s been broken, your emotions spill out and you twist around and kiss him ravenous and eager. You taste yourself and him and you purr against his lips. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds you close to him, picks you up and places you in his lap so you’re facing each other. He shimmies his underwear down his legs and flicks it to the floor. You wrap your legs around his torso and move to bite and lick his neck.

The heat of your cunt hovering over the head of his cock makes a guttural groan rip from his chest. The sound he makes is one you’ve never heard come from a man before. You can’t believe you’re the reason he sounds this way. But you want more, you want to be the reason he growls and grunts and pants. You want to feel yourself be split on his dribbling thick cock.

As always, like he’s inside your head he pulls your face back to look in your eyes. His hands grasp and knead into the meat of your ass as he holds you right above him.

“Can I? Can I…shit… can I go in?” He asks. His voice raises an octave when you grind your clit against the tip of his dick. You can feel the pre oozing from it, cold against your heat as you tease him.

His eyes are full of salacious lust, he’s craving you, trembling slightly but he doesn’t move until you answer him. You nod, unable to trust that your voice won’t come out as a pitiful mewl, but when he sinks you down slowly both of you cry out in the expanse of the seaside bedroom.

You feel the head of his cock pop past the ring of muscle inside you, and as he pulls you down farther, you revel in the feel of a thick vein rubbing against your sponge walls, and focus on how you stretch open to take him. He feels as if he’s vibrating inside you, enhancing the pleasure you’re already being subjected to. Is this because he’s a reaper? Is it because you feel some sort of connection with him?

In the end it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way he’s panting and digging his nails into your back. The way his eyes are squeezed shut. The way he’s gritting his teeth, trying not to cum inside you just from the feel of your right cunt squeezing the life out of him.

“Shit… I’ve never felt…pussy this good before,” he grits through his teeth.

When your ass has met his balls, and he’s embedded fully inside you, you take a moment to glance over your shoulder at the two of you in the mirror.

The view is sensual and beautiful, limbs intertwined, chests and backs heaving deeply, marks from where he’s bitten you in pleasure. It's an amorous scene between lovers and it blows your mind that it feels this intimate. He notices you looking and grunts.

“Wanna watch?”

He lifts you and turns around as if you weigh nothing, and when you’re once again facing yourself in the mirror, he pulls your legs apart, lifts you, and sinks you back down on his cock slowly. If the feel of Yuuji splitting you on his dick was euphoria, you have no idea how to describe watching it happen in the mirror.

He looks delectable inside you, your cunt greedily sucks him in, your slick drips down his smooth heavy balls, he’s still twitching and trying not to come. He holds tight to your hips and lifts up to thrust inside of you. He starts slow, letting you get accustomed to being so full of him but it isn’t long before he’s ramming up into you, balls slapping against your clit.

The sloppy sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, the long winded groans uttered from Yuuji, and the soft crash of the waves on the beach outside envelop the two of you in a haze of sensuality you don’t dare break out of. You focus on yourself in the mirror, watching him pull out of you just to pull you back down on him. You’re almost there, something you can’t explain tightening, an abundance of pressure that heightens every time his cock kisses that special spot.

There’s a white ring of sticky cum forming around the base of his cock and you reach down to swipe a finger through it and pop it into your mouth. You moan long and filthy at the salty taste of your lovemaking. Yuuji’s fingers are digging into the fat of your hips, he’s whimpering, his thrusts are becoming less controlled and you know he’s close to spilling inside of you. He leans his forehead against your back, chanting your name over and over like it’s a prayer.

“Yuuji I think I’m gonna…” you say through labored breaths.

“P...please…you’re so tight I can’t… hold… anymore…” he says through puffs of breath and gritted teeth.

He’s been holding back for you? He’s so good to you. You’re shaking now, the thing inside you coming to a peak as it tightens and finally snaps, eliciting a high pitched shriek as you convulse and spill onto him.

As you’re squeezing him, he wraps his arms around you, kissing up your spine as he thrusts up into you a final time, pulling you down on him as all his muscles flex and and he pumps a load of cum into your pussy.

You watch it spill out of you in the mirror, oozing down his thighs and balls. He slumps his forehead against your back, kissing down your spine and holding you close to him as he twitches from the aftershock of his pleasure.

You’re both breathing heavily, but he pulls out of you and flops back on the bed, a huge grin staining his face. You lie down next to him, face tucked in the crevice between his arm and chest and take a deep inhale of his scent. If you could stay right here forever you would. But you know that’s not going to happen.

“Thank you,” you whisper and the words flit through the air, wispy and soft as the sun sinks behind the horizon.

“You don’t hafta thank me ya know,” he says, wrapping an arm around your naked body.

“I know but I want to. You did the impossible,” you continue in a small timid voice. You feel him rustle against the blankets on the bed and when you feel his warm breath on the top of your head you know he’s looking at you.

“I think I’m ready now. I think I’m ok to go,” you say, closing your eyes.

Yuuji doesn’t say anything for a long time, just continues holding you, occasionally squeezing your shoulder or running his fingers up and down your spine. When the sun has finally disappeared and the room is dark and filled with the sounds of crashing waves, he sighs.

“It’s time now,” he says solemnly.

“Will it hurt?”

“No, I don’t make it hurt.”

You smile up at him and again he has that astounded expression. “Of course you don’t. You’re gentle and good,” you say, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

He puts a huge hand on your chest and you take a deep breath. He closes his eyes and starts that familiar chant from earlier. You cut him off right before he finishes to quickly say your last thought.

“Wait! I just wanted to say, I know I just met you and you barely know me. But I’ll never have a chance to say it to anyone again, so I figure this is as good a moment as any.” You take a deep breath and then stare right into his eyes.

“I love you.”

And then, you’re floating and your vision is white. It’s so bright you can’t see a thing. You can’t see the beach house or the bed or Yuuji. All you can see are two shapes in the brightness of the light in front of you. They look like they’re approaching you and for just a quick moment you’re afraid. But then you recognize them. The soft eyes and open arms of your mother and sister beckoning to you. Your eyes well up with tears at the sight of them and instantly you reach out to them.

You can hear Yuuji’s voice finishing the incantation but there’s something else in the background. A buzzing monotone tone, blaring like a machine signifying something. An alarm or...no…it’s something else.

Your mother’s voice beckons to you, it’s a sound your heart never forgot. You cry and all you want is to feel her embrace again. You run to her and the world feels like everything is lined up perfectly in place. All the pieces of the puzzle are together, the movie of your life has ended and you have your happily ever after.

The last thing you hear is a whisper that you’re just able to make out before you walk away with your mother and sister forever.

“I love you too.”

Epilogue

The flatline beeps incessantly, signifying the end of a struggle and fight. Yuuji looks down at your body. He smiles and strokes your cheek. Your eyelashes sit perfectly on your cheeks, your skin soft but already growing cold but the most beautiful thing is the little content smile on your lips. You look like a sleeping princess, lost in dreams of the ocean, a passionate love affair, and one man who cared enough to make your last few moments the best you’d ever had.

“What happened?” the nurse asks as she’s the first to arrive in the room.

“She just didn’t wake up,” he says sadly.

“It’s a miracle she survived as long as she did. Living two hours with all of her injuries. Must be some kind of world record. She’s quite the fighter. I’m sorry for your loss,” the nurse says, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“It probably felt more like two months to her. She’s at peace now, that’s all that matters,” Yuuji says, grasping your hand.

The nurse leaves to give Yuuji a few minutes to say goodbye while she fetches the doctor. He gently lifts your hand to his lips, kisses it softly and whispers to you.

“I love you too.”

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— “Safe travels,” you say with a wave of your free hand as you pull your now full waterskin up from under the surface. He looks at you for a moment before he continues on his way, the trees swallow him up.

You hum to yourself, curious about what business he has in the woods, maybe it has something to do with whatever mysterious thing he has wrapped in foreign fabric. Through the days, you find yourself thinking of him. This warrior, this man, so elusive he feels almost like a ghost. You find yourself earnestly looking forward to the next time you come across each other. —

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(gender neutral reader, reader went to middle school with bakugou and midoriya, reader can make chocolate, and reader bent their back for the making of said chocolate, not that much beta read /derogatory, i got carried away 😭)

bakugou katsuki is a feared, but admired guy— especially during valentines day.

it’s interesting.. when he was a younger boy— he’d take gifts from admirers (usually girl classmates or other kids that frequent the park he goes to) with widened eyes and a scoff, snatching the gift away from them with quick hands, and mumbling how valentines day is stupid— that it’s lame and he doesn’t understand it.

but refusing gifts are rude, he’d remember his mom say, after he refused to accept something his dad made for him— and back then, he’d listen to his mom like his life depended on it. so, for a year or two— he’d take gifts.

but as the blond boy manifested a quirk and became just a bit older— he started ignoring her words altogether, having had grown out of the “listening to mom all the time is cool” phase.

his features started defining themselves, and he was starting to become taller. before he knew it— he had a sudden wave of admirers crashing down at him almost everyday of the year.

and it almost excluding valentines day.

because he’d sneer at anyone willing to offer their affection in the form of sweetened confectionary, and resorted to blowing up love letters into smithereens.

if his personality wasn’t obvious enough, this was precisely the reason why his admire-from-afar to get-personal ratio was obviously imbalanced.

of course, no one really learns— even as he grows older, enters UA for highschool, and retains his personality even after some realizations, because bakugou katsuki is quite beautiful.

so there’s at least a handful of admirers that are willing to risk it all— even if it meant some form of humilation or intimidation.

but not you.

you’ve prepared a little something for everyone in your class— yes, even the forbidden grape haired classmate and him. your hands practically hurt from stirring, and you feel like if you’d even bend up slightly, you’d hear multiple cracks amass from your back.

but you think it’s all worth it. your work tastes good, looks good and cute, and you’re certain everyone would enjoy how their chocolates varied in flavor, even if the change was just slightly noticeable.

you hand out chocolates to each respective person as soon as they pop into the common room.

the girls of your class perk up in interest and clamor around you— smiles adorning their faces as they line up to receive their chocolates.

mina, kyouka and hagakure compare their flavors together, momo asks you how you did it, because she’s “bad at cooking”

ochako’s already munching on the sweets, when he starts thanking you. finally, tsuyu just looks at you silently, and gives you a warm side hug.

midoriya goes beet red when he realizes that you personally gave everyone a slightly different flavor (you don’t know how he blushed over that, but you find it endearing.) todoroki, tokoyami, shoji, sato, koda, and ojiro look a little confused and dazed at first when you give them your chocolates, but they end up accepting it with gratitude.

kirishima, iida, kaminari, sero, aoyama and mineta accept your chocolates rather quickly, wasting no time in giving their thanks (excluding mineta— who just teased you about liking him, which was and will never be the case)

but through it all, you managed to avoid eye contact with your snarky blond childhood friend and classmate— who was silently trailing you with crimson eyes the entire time.

for a moment you think he’s mad at you for not giving anything, which you’d understand— if it weren’t for the fact that he is valentines day’s #1 public enemy. but you exchange this thought for something else.

he must think that you’re strange for making the class chocolate, and you wouldn’t blame him. usually, it’d be sato making stuff like this. not to mention, you heard him remark rather loudly about the kitchen smelling strongly of chocolate, in his usual bakugou tone.

you made the right choice not to give him the chocolates you made, you think to yourself. not to mention, how amidst it all, you might’ve showed a slight bias to his chocolate’s design— and revealing your crush on him on today of all days is less than ideal.

and you think nothing of his behavior—

“s’ i’ve got nothing, huh?”

he jumpscares you when you close your locker, and he lets out a snort when your shoulders rise in reflection of your surprise.

your gaze trails to his locker, which cannot close due to a lump of chocolate and letters preventing it from properly doing so. “you’ve got plenty, though. i don’t want to give you diabetes or anything.”

(which was half true because wow the amount of chcolate—)

“you gave all of them chocolate. why’da do that?”

“because.. it’s valentines day..?” you start walking away from your locker— and to which he follows all the way. you try not to think much of the action

“but what makes you think that i shouldn’t get any.”

normally, one would state that as a question, but the way he said it, the tone of his voice— it wasn’t said like one.

“i know you, kachaan,” you reason while making use of his childhood nickname, which gains an eye twitch from the blond. “if i was told to count how many letters you’ve burned and chocolates you either gave away or thrown out, i wouldn’t have enough fingers on my hands.”

“‘cause all of them were fuckin’ store bought?”

“and what if they weren’t?”

“then they were horrendous.” he states, matter of a fact. then, his eyes narrow, “and it’s not like you’re giving me a damned letter.”

you feel your cheeks heat up. that’s not the case— but the idea of writing him a love letter has your mind going into haywire.

“it’s not. but you’ve never showed interest in this sorta thing in a long time.”

“what— eating chocolates?”

“pretty much.”

he blinks, unamused. “you can be such a dumbass sometimes. can’t take the fucking hint.”

you’re pretty sure he meant to say that quietly, but he didn’t. you’re unphased at this point.

but you don’t get what he means, so you try to defend yourself. “but—” your words come to a sudden halt, as you realize the uselessness.

“wait, why am i trying to reason with you?— look, i actually did make something for you too. if i didn’t then that’d be such an asshole move of me to exclude you.”

“really. you’re not bullshittin’ me?”

“no.” you reply, firmly. “but you have to promise not to laugh. you can insult me, but laugh? no way.”

he raises an eyebrow.

then, you shift onto one leg and start looking for something in one of the front pockets of your bag. the search doesn’t take long, because you pull something out— medium sized chocolate in clear wrapping, with an orange bow tying it together.

it’s clearly slightly bigger than the rest of your classmates, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

he silently unwraps the chocolate, and gets eye to eye with your creation. it’s three pieces of chocolate shaped as explosions— the middle explosion being bigger than the other two. anyone who sniffed it could smell orange first, as the middle (biggest) piece has a swirl of orange and milk chocolate, the left piece is simply milk chocolate, and the right piece is white chocolate.

he takes the middle one and bites half of it, and chews. you observe, like he’s a top chef reviewing your latest work, and when he finishes, he says—

“not bad,” he remarks, flashing that heart racing smile. “wanna taste?”

you gulp, stupefied by his offer. words don’t have real meanings for a second. “huh?”

then, he’s reaching up and popping the other half into your mouth, thumb pressing against your lips.

you almost choke— and it wasn’t from the chocolate. you bite, taste the flavor, the mouth watering taste of orange and chocolate swarming your mouth.

to twist the knife into the wound— he cups your face and presses a deep, but quick kiss against your lips. his soft lips linger onto yours, and this intensifies what you can already taste.

and then, as quick as he kissed you, he pulls back— gaze still lingering on your lips.

a toothy grin starts to grow on his lips, and he pats your shoulder— beginning to create distance between you two by walking ahead.

“next time, give me the chocolates first, will ya? tastes fuckin’ good.”

you have a feeling he isn’t talking about the chocolate.