Onigiri Miya Tidbits Last Chapter

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Last Chapter

Title: the cherry on top

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: i know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but my gosh i couldn't stop the couple lines of fluff. if you're not into that stuff, i am not apologizing cause y/n deserves only the best (; feel free to skip those couple sentences or gush over it once :D

Previous///Masterlist

The summer air is buzzing with excitement for the Tokyo 2020 Summer Olympics. Banners of the big sports event line the streets above all of the shops and stalls. The year may be 2021, but it seems like the event’s delay only fueled the nation’s anticipation.

The street you’re walking down hasn’t changed much in the past three years since you last worked in the area, so it doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar Onigiri Miya sign. Nostalgia overtakes your senses when you reach your destination and slide open the entrance to the restaurant.

“Welcome to-! Oh, hi!” Your cousin Kimura greets you as you walk in and then swiftly turns around. “Boss, she’s here!”

Osamu looks up from the counter and smiles when he makes eye contact with you. He doesn’t seem to be busy at the moment, so you both walk towards the back of the room to stand in front of one another.

He gives you a small pout. “It’s been a while. I missed you, (Name).”

“Osamu, we went on a date last week.” You giggle at his expression and place a hand on his cheek. The two of you instinctively lean towards one another and share a sweet kiss. After parting, you look up at him to continue the conversation. “The Olympics is less than two weeks away. Of course, I’m gonna be busy. You know, ‘cause that’s like a big thing for sports? And, my job is also kind of big on sports?”

“I knooww, but you’ve been so busy with work,” Osamu whines.

“I just happened to get my job right before one of the biggest sports events in Japan. You can blame Kuroo-san for that.” You remember when you had called Kuroo a couple days after your graduation asking if he could still hook you up with a job offer. It didn’t even take a minute for him to pass the phone to one of his superiors. You’re still shocked to this day on how you were able to secure a job after how much you stuttered in that call. If he hadn’t helped you get your job, Kuroo would’ve been on your hit list.

“Speaking of jobs and sports, I’ll let you in on a little tidbit.” Osamu places a hand next to his mouth as if he were about to tell you some big secret. “I heard there’s a super competent sports nutritionist working with the men's’ national volleyball team.”

A laugh escapes your lips as he mentions your occupation. “Really? I’ve heard her say that Onigiri Miya is her favorite restaurant of all time and that she’s dating the owner.”

“Lucky girl.” Osamu shifts his legs so that he’s able to lean against the counter. “What made you choose being a sports nutritionist again? You originally applied for your program ‘cause you wanted to be an exercise physiologist, right?”

“My program had a pretty broad range of studies and all of the students were able to have some exposure to a bunch of professions before we ultimately had to choose. An exercise physiologist seemed pretty cool, but I really loved the dynamic of a sports nutritionist and how they work with athletes. And, I don't know, I guess sports and food just clicked?” You shrug your shoulders lightheartedly while Osamu nods his head in understanding.

Your conversation is cut off by your phone’s ringtone indicating an incoming call. When you look at the caller ID, you see Bokuto’s name with a silly picture of his nostrils that he had taken when he had given you his number. You take a seat on one of the counter chairs and give Osamu a confused look when he sits down next to you. “Aren’t you in the middle of work right now?”

Osamu shrugs his shoulders. “It’s been a slow day, and the few customers here are doing alright. I’m curious about how they treat you now.”

With a simple nod, you slide your finger over your screen to answer the call with an automatic greeting, “Hey, Bokuto-san. Did something happen?”

“(Surname)-chan!” Bokuto’s exclamation causes you to wince at the loudness. “I have a question!”

“What’s your question?”

There’s a brief rustling noise on the other end before Bokuto replies. “I know we’re supposed to be on a pretty strict diet, but Mori-Mori brought some tasty jelly snacks! Can I eat some?”

You sweatdrop at the childish inquiry. “Yeah, that’s fine. Ask Komori-san to bring some tomorrow as well.”

“Got it! Thanks, (Surname)-chan!”

Bokuto hangs up the call right after thanking you, and Osamu snickers at the interaction. “So, this is what it’s like being the nutritionist of the biggest volleyball team in the nation?”

“Oh, you have no-” You're interrupted by your phone’s ringtone once again. When you look at your screen, you see Bokuto’s name flash. With a sigh, you answer. “Hello?”

“(Surname)-chan! Yayaku brought some really delicious honey chips and I was wondering if I could eat those too? They look really good!” Bokuto asks fervently.

You bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Bokuto-san, you know you don’t have to ask me every time you want to eat something. I’m a nutritionist, not a mother. I just help you with your diet. Snacks are okay in moderation. I’m sure Yaku-san wouldn’t mind letting you have some.”

“That’s true…Okay, I won’t call you anymore today! Bye, (Surname)-chan!” Bokuto hangs up but not before you hear another voice in the background that screams ‘See? I told you!’.

Osamu finally lets out a hearty laugh as he watches you place your phone on the counter. “They sure keep you on your toes. Is work always like this?”

“Nah. They all have a pretty good amount of respect for me, so it’s actually really nice working with them most of the time. Although, I’ve had to wrangle in some of the guys before they did anything stupid.”

“I'd imagine it’s been pretty hectic considering the people you’ve been working with.”

“It’s...definitely a strange dynamic. Most of the guys on the team are pretty chill with a few exceptions. Atsumu’s the same as always, but at least I have Ojiro-san now to reel him in. Not to mention my co-worker, Iwaizumi-san, is a godsend.”

The man beside you raises an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name. “Iwaizumi? Can’t say I’ve ever heard of him before.”

“He’s the athletic trainer for the team. We work together to make sure everyone’s taking care of themselves.” You scroll through your phone and pull up a picture of your co-worker when he was helping some of the athletes with their stretches.

“Damn.” Osamu eyes the screen intently. “Should I be worried that he’ll steal you away from me?”

“Based on your reaction, I should be worried he’ll steal you away from me. Plus, apparently some of the guys have been secretly plotting for you and me to get together for the past three years and will make sure nothing gets in the way.”

You share another moment of laughter. You’re about to change the subject to ask him about the shop, but your phone rings for the third time today. When you check, you’re surprised to see a call from the man you were just talking about. “Speak of the devil.”

This time you answer with the speaker on so that Osamu can hear. “What’s up, Iwa-san?”

There’s a tired sigh from the other end before Iwaizumi finally speaks up. “They’re going insane over eating too many snacks, and they don’t want to get in trouble with you. It doesn’t matter what I tell them ‘cause they won’t listen to me. When are you coming back? I’m about to rip my hair out or punch someone.”

“I’ll be back in Tokyo by tomorrow, so you’re gonna have to hold them off until then.” You don’t hide the amused smile and Osamu audibly snickers.

“Oh, shit. Are you with someone? Sorry, to bother you on your day off,” Iwaizumi apologizes.

You let out a small noise of reassurance. “No, you’re good. I know it’s a handful to watch over them by yourself. You could probably get the coach to let them start a practice game or something to keep them distracted for the rest of the day.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, (Surname)-san. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

This time, you hang up the phone first and silence your ringer. When you face Osamu again, your heart flutters at the way he’s staring at you. He has one hand squishing into his cheek from being propped up on the counter making his face rounder, and his gaze is soft. He’s going to be the death of you.

“S-so, any news on the shop? I kind of miss working here. We went through quite a lot of...interesting experiences.” You curse at yourself silently for stuttering, but it seems like Osamu doesn’t think too much of it.

“Not really. We have been getting a lot more customers but nothing too crazy. It was honestly the craziest when you were around,” Osamu responds. For the next couple minutes, you both reminisce over the year you worked at Onigiri Miya with a couple added thoughts from the two of you.

Your first day of work. (“I’m sure Bokuto-san has figured out his taxes by now, right?”)

When you met Atsumu. (“Really? He told me you knocked over the eggs.”)

The MSBY welcome party for Hinata. (“I never let them into the shop with any form of alcohol after that. Even Sakusa-san’s sanitizers are a hazard.”)

When you met your favorite Youtuber. (“He won’t let me pay for his patreon. He just keeps giving me stuff for free! No, I’m not complaining.”)

The Shiratorizawa alumni reunion. (“I really didn’t mean to kick him that hard.”)

Meeting the Schweiden Adlers. (“Hey, don’t laugh at me. I admired Romero-san just as much as you admired Kozume-san.”)

Meeting Osamu’s high school friends. (“Yeah, I was jealous when Kita-san gave you his sweater.”)

The MSBY promotion day. (“Oh, stop pouting. It was an accident, Osamu. I always remembered to lock the door while changing after that.”)

When you were stuck because of a storm. (“A month? You had that hoodie in the back room for a month??”)

The big game day. (“Wow. You had yourself a whole harem- ow! That was a joke!”)

Your last day of ‘work’. (“I still have the card you gave me on my nightstand. Means a lot to me.”)

As you’re wrapping up your trip down memory lane, a phone suddenly rings. It can’t be yours since you’ve silenced it, and your suspicions are confirmed when Osamu takes out his phone from his pocket. He doesn’t seem to recognize the number, but answers in case it’s for work. “Hello? Miya Osamu speaking.”

A familiar voice shouts into the phone from the other end. “‘Samu! I wanna ask (Name)-chan something. I know she’s with you!”

“‘Tsumu? Who’s phone are you calling from?” Osamu asks.

“I...borrowed Yaku-san’s phone for a bit. (Name)-chan isn’t answering my calls, and I know you wouldn’t answer if you saw my number,” Atsumu whines. “Why is (Name)-chan ignoring my calls?!”

At your confusion, you pull out your phone. Surely enough, there are 3 missed call notifications from Atsumu. You and Osamu give each other a look of understanding before Osamu directs his attention back to his phone. “Because she has better taste in men. Don’t call again while she’s with me. Ask her tomorrow.”

“What?! I want to talk to her right now- gah! Yaku-san-!” The call cuts off right after you hear the blonde’s outcry. (He probably got caught by the libero and is going through hell right now. Rest in peace, Miya Atsumu.)

Once the call disconnects, the screen flashes back to Osamu’s lockscreen and a warm feeling encompasses you when you see that it’s the picture that you took on the day of the Adlers vs. MSBY game. “Your lockscreen is still that old picture?”

The male looks at his phone fondly. “Yeah, I couldn’t let it go. Yours is still the one from our first date, right?”

You nod your head and turn on your own lockscreen. As he said, it’s a picture of when you went on your first date to a food festival in Hyogo. Wide smiles adorn your faces while an ungodly amount of street food hangs from your arms. It was a good memory.

You wish there was more time to talk with Osamu, but it seems like the world is still against you when a large group of teens walk into the restaurant to order food. Kimura sends a look towards his boss and Osamu nods his head in acknowledgement. You both stand up from your seats and turn to face each other.

“Looks like our time’s up,” Osamu comments. He takes your right hand and pulls it up to brush against his lips dramatically. “Do you think the pretty lady in front of me might want to go for some dinner together after I close up later tonight?”

“Osamu, we’ve been dating for 6 months.”

“Then, I’ll take that as a yes?”

“I’ve got a little tidbit for you.” You peck his lips with a chaste kiss. “It’s a yes.”

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tidbit:

1. a small piece of tasty food

2. a small piece of pleasing or interesting information

A/N: and that’s a wrap! thank you guys for all the support for this series for the past couple months! i know the updates were a bit wonky, but you guys were very patient with me, and i appreciate it! next time i write a series, i promise to plan ahead of time hehe

I’ll probably start focusing on some more oneshots while i write up a new series so i wont disappear for too long (no promises cause im a sporadic writer) there will be more bnha and haikyuu though!

thanks again for all the love and i hope y’all were able to find some comfort in my writing. ‘til next time!

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he’s a keeper

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary:  5 times your boyfriend gives you the wrong gift (+ the one time he gets it right). Kaminari Denki does everything wrong, but he’s still a keeper.

A/N: surprise! i havent really been active, but to prove that im still alive and writing, here you go! this was honestly a super random idea that i had and felt a bit inspired to write. you could think of it as an early christmas gift? let me know what you think!

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You’re standing under the huge sakura tree in the middle of the park near your apartment after class with a surprised expression on your face. Kaminari Denki, the man you’ve had a crush on for almost a year, had just confessed to you.

“So, I know you’re probably going to say no, but一”

“Yes.”

“I promise I’ll do everything I can to一wait what?” Denki’s eyes widen as he stops rambling once he realizes what you just said.

You have to hold in the laugh that is bubbling up in your throat at his bewildered expression. ”Yes. I’ll go out with you.”

“Seriously? You aren’t messing with me or anything right? ‘Cause then that would be totally not cool.” The male is conflicted between feeling hopeful and doubtful. You can’t blame him after witnessing him get countlessly rejected by your peers.

“I’m serious. I’ve liked you for a while too.” You pause for a moment before speaking again. “Do you want me to prove it?”

“How would you一ACK!”

Without giving Denki a chance to finish talking, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him towards you with confidence, forcing him to lean down. Your lips crash into each other, and you stay like that for another second or two before pulling back. Denki looks slightly winded and his eyes are practically bugging out of their sockets in shock. The scarlet hues of the setting sun are no match for the fierce blush overtaking his face. “Oh…”

After letting go of his shirt, you give him a couple more seconds for his brain to process what had just happened. He suddenly turns around and raises both of his fists into the air excitedly. “YES!”

This time, you can’t help but laugh at him openly with endearment.

For the next couple weeks, you and Denki go on fun, spontaneous dates and simply enjoy each other’s presence without any major issues. There were times when you knew he felt a bit insecure about your relationship because of his bad dating history, but he always perked back up after you reassure him with loving words and your infamous surprise kisses.

It wasn’t until one evening when Denki came to visit your apartment that a new problem began to stir. You were sitting on the couch when your boyfriend slid his arms around your waist from beside you and curiously watched you excitedly scroll through a tablet he’s never seen before in your possession. “Did you buy a new tablet?”

“Nope! You know my best friend, Shouto, right? He gave me a new tablet as a surprise gift yesterday.” Your eyes are practically sparkling with joy at the device in your hands and this doesn’t go unnoticed. “Normally, I don’t like when he spends so much money on me, but I’ve been wanting this particular tablet for a long time and Shouto has more money than he knows what to do with.”

Denki grows quiet for a moment in thought. He’s met Shouto a couple times since you started dating, and he’s well aware of your friend’s abundant wealth. A part of him is understanding of Shouto’s nature to spend money on the people he cares about, but another part of him feels uneasy about how strongly you’ve reacted to the random gift. A sudden idea pops into Denki’s head and his arms grow a bit tighter around you, but you’re too distracted to notice.

You’ve always known that your boyfriend’s love language was to give as much physical affection as he could whenever you were together, but your gift from Shouto seemed to have provoked his competitive nature in a different way.

And so it begins.

The first gift

You stretch your arms out as you’re waiting for Denki to arrive. The two of you had excitedly planned out a big date today that included having some fun at the arcade, indulging in a romantic dinner, and finally strolling around the city at night. Everything would’ve made today a perfect day if you hadn’t missed your advising appointment that morning.

Normally, you wouldn’t feel too upset about forgetting something like this, but you’ve spent almost a month trying to book an appointment with this particular advisor. Because of their good reputation, it’s almost impossible to set up an appointment when you actually need them. It just makes you a bit more upset that the only reason you forgot was because you were so thrilled for your date. The reminders on your phone were utterly useless against your excitement in spending time with your boyfriend. Perhaps you should find another way to keep track of your schedule.

“Y/N, you’re early! You weren’t waiting too long, were you?” A rush of blonde hair crashes into you and holds you in a tight, yet affectionate embrace.

You chuckle and return the hug before kissing him on the nose. “No, I just got here too.”

A slight blush forms on Denki’s cheeks and you internally pat yourself on the back. Once he pulls back, you notice that he brought his backpack with him. “Did you just get out of class? You don’t normally have your backpack with you on dates.”

“Oh, uh, I actually brought something for you.” Denki shifts the position of his backpack so that he’s wearing it across his chest. He then opens it and pulls out a small blue notebook with a cute baby penguin on the cover. “I saw this weekly planner on sale at the campus bookstore! I know you like to keep things organized, so I thought you might want it!”

You can’t help but beam at Denki and his thoughtfulness. You think back to your predicament this morning and feel a bit surprised at how your boyfriend knew exactly what you needed. Your arms reach out and take the planner from Denki and begin flipping through it.

“Wow, thanks Denki! I actually really needed-” Your words are caught in your throat when you notice something strange about the notebook in your hands.

Denki tilts his head in confusion when the crease between your eyebrows deepen. “Is something wrong?”

You stop on a page that shows all of the months of the year and finally find what’s been bothering you. “The dates don’t match. This is for 2019, Denki.”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief as he shuffles closer to see with his own eyes. Sure enough, the year 2019 is printed at the top of the page making this planner completely useless for scheduling.

“Oh…I know why it was so cheap then.” Denki lets out a short laugh but the frown on his face says otherwise. “I guess I already ruined our date with this fuck up…”

“No!!” Your sudden shout startles the blonde as you wave your arms in front of you wildly. You clear your throat and lower your arms when your boyfriend gives you a perplexed frown. “I mean… You can’t ruin a date that hasn’t officially started yet, right? We’ve still got a lot to do and… I can use this planner to take notes or use it as a separate journal! Since the dates are wrong anyways, there’s no time limit to figuring out what I want to do with it, so don’t be sad…?”

Despite your rambling, Denki held onto every word you said. He can’t stop the appreciative smile from forming on his lips. “Well, in that case, let me at least make it up to you by winning you all the prizes you want in the arcade? I’ve been going here since middle school, so I know all the tricks!”

You let out a silent sigh of relief at the upturned mood and your successful avoidance of what you’ve labeled as a ‘Distressed Denki’ crisis. Sometimes, your boyfriend will enter into a brief, yet emotional sad slump after something doesn’t go the way he expects. He’ll sit in front of his laptop with a few boxes of cookies and watch a bunch of gaming videos for hours until he falls asleep. It usually lasts the whole day, but he’s back to his normal cheerful self the next day. Both of you were really looking forward to this date, so it would suck if it got ruined by a simple gift.

A gentle tug on your wrist takes you out of your thoughts. When you look up, you’re faced with the electrifying eyes of the man you’ve fallen for. Denki leans forward to place a soft kiss to the top of your forehead and you’re the one pleasantly surprised this time. “Come on! I want to spend as much time as I can having fun with you today!”

With that, you and Denki practically run into the arcade like children. The planner predicament is completely forgotten because of all the excitement buzzing off of the two of you.

Hopefully, there won’t be anymore bad surprise purchases to ruin your day any time soon.

The second gift

“Achoo!”

You let out a miserable sniffle before blowing your nose into a tissue for the umpteenth time today. Unfortunately, your allergies had flared up this morning as soon as you woke up to get ready for your part time job at the manga store. You were glad that you weren’t feeling like this because of a cold, but the constant runny nose and sneezing was getting quite annoying.

“You sure you don’t want to head out early today? You look and sound like shit.” Shinsou, your coworker, grimaces at the stack of used tissues piling up in the trash can that’s basically been glued to your side since the moment you entered the store.

“It’s fine. I’ve only got a half day today, so I’ll just suck it up.” Your nasally words aren’t very convincing to him, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

The bell above the door rings as someone enters the store and you quickly shove a few empty tissue boxes off the counter. You’re about to greet the newcomer, but the words get caught in your throat when you see a massive bouquet of sunflowers making its way to your direction. The bouquet is so big that the only thing you can make out from the person carrying it are their muscular arms.

The flowers are placed on the counter in front of you and Shinsou. You both look at each other in confusion, but a gruff voice catches the two of you off guard. “Who the fuck is Y/N?”

When you look at the owner of the voice, you’re a bit surprised to see a bulky blonde haired man with a deep scowl sporting a red apron that says ‘BOOM AND BLOOMS’. Underneath what you assume to be the name of the flower shop he works at is a short slogan, ‘Flower power, we devour.’ His name tag is a bit smudged, so you can barely make out the letters to spell ‘Bakugou’.

Not exactly the type of person you’d expect to work as a florist, but you’re not one to judge. He does seem like the type of person to lose his patience quickly though, so you answer hastily, “That would be me.”

“This shit’s from your boyfriend.” Bakugou shoves the flowers in your direction a little too roughly and you end up with a face full of flowers. Your nose starts to twitch dangerously at the new source of pollen, and you only have half a second to think oh no before falling victim to an uncomfortable sneezing fit. Shinsou quickly moves the flowers away from you and hands you a new box of tissues.

Bakugou just stares at you with an incredulous expression before slamming something on the counter and walking back to the front door. He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this. If you and Shinsou weren’t so busy trying to calm your sinuses down, you would’ve heard the grumpy florist grumbling as he left, “Fucking Dunce Face makin’ me do his chores. He can go eat shit.”

A couple minutes pass before you could finally take in a proper breath without sneezing. Both you and Shinsou tiredly slump into your respective chairs. There’s no way you feel up to working another couple hours until the end of your shift. “Hey, Shinsou? On second thought, I think I’ll just go home.”

Your coworker grunts in acknowledgement. “I’ll let bossman know you left early. Don’t forget your flowers.”

“Thanks.”

After taking a deep breath, you stand up and grab your bag to get ready to leave, but something catches your eye. There’s a small card on the counter that was left behind by Bakugou and you curiously open to read what’s inside.

To. Y/N My friend once told me that sunflowers always face the direction of the sun. I miss you when you’re at work but it makes me feel a bit better knowing that at least these sunflowers are able to look at you cause you’re the beautiful sun to my life! -Denki♡

There’s a warm feeling that suddenly encompasses your heart as soon as you read the last word. Despite having an adverse reaction to the surprise gift from Denki, you can tell he had only the best intentions. Without hesitation, you pull out your phone and send a picture of the bouquet to your boyfriend with a short caption: I miss you too.

Denki sends you a reply almost immediately with a bunch of heart emojis. You don’t even notice the growing smile on your face until Shinsou pokes your cheek teasingly. “You’re so fucked.”

“Shut up, you purple haired troll.”

You flip him off as you exit the store and sneeze one last time before the door closes behind you.

The third gift

A deep sigh leaves your lips as you walk out of your last class along with your other peers. The sun hasn’t even set yet, but you’re already exhausted. It’s been a long day, so you’re excited to go home. When you step outside, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend leaning against a tree nearby holding a strange box with one hand.

You wave at your classmates and quickly make your way over to Denki. “Denki! What are you doing here? I thought you said you had to go pick something up?”

Denki’s face brightens up as you come closer and gives you a quick peck on the lips. “I did! I thought you might be hungry after class, so I got you a snack!”

You let Denki take your hand and lead you to a nearby table before sitting in front of each other. Denki places the box on the table and begins to take out its contents including the utensils. “Surprise! I got you a marble cheesecake from that famous bakery a few blocks down!”

You have to hold yourself back from frowning at the reveal. The one little detail that you might’ve forgotten to tell your boyfriend was that you were lactose intolerant. Sure, there are days when you just like to eat ice cream and pizza without a care in the world, but you just want to go home and sleep. You also have an early shift tomorrow, so spending the night on the toilet is not really on your to do list. You’re about to tell Denki that you’re not feeling hungry, but a certain look in his eyes makes you hesitate.

“Man, the line was soooo long to get this thing! I got there an hour ago but didn’t actually get to order until like 10 minutes ago! I had to run here to make sure I got here on time so I didn’t miss you.” Denki tells you all of this with wild hand gestures, but you can only focus on the dreadful thought that he would feel absolutely crushed if you told him you didn’t want to eat the cheesecake. “I know it was probably dumb to wait in line for that long, but I read some really good reviews about the cheesecake and I wanted you to try it…”

After hearing all of that, there was no way you were going to break his heart. You grab a large slice of the dessert and cut off a sizable piece with your fork. With a determined huff, you practically shove the whole piece past your lips. Despite your initial reluctance, the cheesecake does indeed taste heavenly.

Denki stares at you with wide eyes and stays speechless until you swallow. His face breaks out into a relieved grin. “Wow...you were pretty hungry, huh. Glad you like it though!”

For the next couple minutes, you both have some lighthearted conversations about your days while finishing up your respective slices. You start to feel a slight twinge in your stomach, but opt to ignore it for the time being since you were enjoying your time with Denki. Another minute or two passes and the pain only continues to grow before you know exactly what might happen if you don’t get home soon.

You muster up a strained smile. “I’d hate to leave so soon, but I think I’m gonna head back home. It’s been a long day, so I wanna rest.”

“Oh, sure! Do you want me to take you home?” Denki asks as he starts packing up the rest of the cheesecake.

“No, it’s fine. I brought my car today. Thanks for the snack! I’ll see you tomorrow after work.” You stand up and get ready to walk to your car, but a hand on your wrist stops you.

“Wait! You forgot the cheesecake!” Denki lifts your arm to place the box in your hand.

You grimace. “No, no! It’s okay! You can take it! You spent a lot of time to get it. Share it with your roommate if you want!”

The blonde momentarily gives you a confused look, but it quickly shifts to a bright smile. “Nah, I think you deserve it way more than Sero. You looked like you really liked it, so I want you to have it!”

At this point, the only thing you can think about is getting home. There’s no way you’ll be able to convince him to keep it in the next few minutes, so you hastily take the cheesecake into your arms. You don’t forget to kiss your boyfriend on the cheek before speed-walking away. “Bye, Denki!”

Once you’re out of sight, you run. You could go into one of the school bathrooms, but you’re not a big fan of sitting in a public restroom while literally spilling your guts out. You do not want to relive those high school memories. There are still a couple students loitering around that give you a funny look at your fast pace, but you just don’t care. As soon as you get into your car, you roughly place the cheesecake in the passenger seat and start driving to your apartment. You don’t live too far from campus, but it sure does feel like an eternity before you pull into your parking lot.

With the cheesecake box in one hand and your keys in the other, you rush up the stairs to your floor and practically rip open your door after trying to unlock it three times. You throw your bag on the floor after locking the door behind you and shove the cheesecake onto the kitchen counter. You sprint to the bathroom like a madman and don’t even bother closing the door before sitting yourself down on the toilet.

Not your greatest moment but still better than high school.

After the worst of it, you check your cabinets for medication, but the universe decided that today would be the day you faced the consequences of not restocking. You defeatedly trek back to your living room and flop onto the couch. There’s still some discomfort in your stomach and you know there will be a few more trips to the bathroom for a while before you could go to sleep. You let out a frustrated groan at the thought of going to work the next day. Once he finds out why you’re so exhausted at work, Shinsou was definitely going to give you shit tomorrow. No pun intended.

The dessert box on the counter stares at you mockingly. There’s a part of you that wants to chuck it out your window, but the softer side you can’t seem to forget how much effort Denki put into buying it. You might just secretly give the rest of it to Shinsou or Shouto so it doesn't end up in the trash.

You still remember the smile your boyfriend gave you after you took a bite out of the cheesecake that was just as sweet as the dessert itself.

Was it worth it? Maybe.

The fourth gift

A soft hum leaves your lips as you leisurely stir your pasta sauce in the pot. Your boyfriend should be arriving any minute now, so you start setting the table to get ready for dinner. After listening to Denki tell you about his rough week in his classes, you decided to treat him with a homemade dinner at your apartment instead of going out for your date this week and he was more than happy to try your cooking.

Just as you finish straining the noodles, there’s a loud knock on your door. After wiping your hands on a towel, you make your way to the front door and open it to see Denki standing there with a bright grin on his face.

“Hey, beautiful!”

Your boyfriend greets you lovingly with a small kiss just as he usually does, but your eyes get caught on a large bag hanging from his fingers. You eye it curiously as Denki walks inside and closes the door. “What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just a small thing that I picked up for you on my way back home from class yesterday! I’ll let you open it after we eat.”

You’re about to ask him more about it, but Denki’s stomach growls in hunger as a distraction. Both of you laugh, and he sits down at the table as you serve the food. A light blush paints your cheeks when he animatedly compliments your cooking and eagerly devours everything in a couple minutes before asking for another plate.

Once you finish eating, Denki offers to do the dishes while you set everything up to watch a movie together. You’ve decided on an action film, and placed two mugs of juice on the coffee table. After a few minutes, you both settle down on the couch and Denki sets the large mystery bag on his lap. “Since we’re gonna be chillin’ on the couch for our date, I thought I’d bring this!”

He giddily claps his hands together before pulling out…a green blanket?

“I noticed that you don’t have a lot of green in your apartment, so I’ve decided to change that!”

The gesture is sweet. There’s nothing wrong with the gift… except for the fact that you fucking hate the color green. You didn’t always have such a strong resentment for the color. In fact, it used to be one of your favorites. That was all before you came to associate the color green with your ex.

It’s already been over a year since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, but the way he wrongfully treated you still lingers in your mind today. He was never physically abusive, but his manipulative words shattered your heart on multiple occasions and all of it was said while he wore his favorite green hoodie in his apartment that was decked with green furniture. He wore that stupid article of clothing so often that you can’t even remember the last time he washed it. It doesn’t help that the blanket has a similar texture.

“Thanks.”

In his excitement to start your movie night, Denki doesn’t notice the slight tremble in your voice or the stiffness of your limbs when he drapes the blanket over the two of you. It sits on your shoulders like a heavy rock threatening to crush you. The movie starts, but no amount of explosives or toppling buildings on the screen could distract you from the storm brewing in your head. It almost feels like an itch that you can’t reach, and it frustrates you to no end. A simple color shouldn’t be bothering you this much, but you can’t help it. This was supposed to be a relaxing date night with the boyfriend you’ve come to love now but glimpses of your ex have ruined it.

You try your best to seem unbothered, but you can’t stop yourself from letting out a quiet sniffle. With how close Denki is, there’s no way he missed the noise. The blonde’s head snaps to the side alarmingly and tightens his arm around your shoulders. “You good? Is something wrong?”

“No, I’m fine.” Even to your own ears, you don’t sound ‘fine’.

Denki quickly pauses the movie and shifts his body so that he’s facing you. “You don’t sound okay. Can you tell me why you’re upset?...D-did I do something wrong?”

“Well…you didn’t really…” You look down and try to think of a way to tell your boyfriend how you feel without troubling him too much. “My last relationship was pretty toxic, and my ex said a lot of things that really hurt me. He had a hoodie that he wore all the time and he always bought things in a specific color and um…it’s the same color as the blanket, so…yeah. Don’t worry. It’s my fault for feeling this way.”

Denki silently stares at you for a moment before running a hand through his hair in a stressed manner. His eyebrows are furrowed and his frown mirrors your own. “Oh…sorry. I didn’t mean to make you remember such a horrible guy.”

You quickly raise your head and clasp onto one of his hands. “No! Don’t apologize. There’s no way you would’ve known because I never told you. This isn’t your fault.”

The blonde stares into your eyes with purpose and grasps onto both your hands in his. He gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Then, the way you feel isn’t your fault either. He was an asshole, and you deserve so much better.”

Denki’s hands shift upwards and cup your face affectionately. “But, hey. You can’t avoid the color green forever, so why don’t we just make better memories together?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting Denki to lift the mood so fast. He usually stays upset for a while when it comes to a bit more serious topics, so you appreciate the effort he’s putting into making sure you were happy. “You know, you’re really cool, Denki.”

The man beams at you and then proceeds to stand up to stretch his arms. “The first step to making better memories is good food. I say this calls for some ice cream!”

Thank goodness you stocked up on lactose free ice cream last week.

Before you knew it, you and Denki were sitting on the floor with a tub of ice cream resting on your coffee table. The blanket was draped across your legs, but it no longer had an uncomfortable weight accompanying it. Your boyfriend grabs a large scoop of the dessert in one hand and raises it into the air. “As my friend always says一Your ex can go eat shit!”

The movie night resumes, but the air is filled with your laughter instead. You don’t think the old memories with the color green would ever fade completely, but maybe adding a little more of the color in your life wouldn’t be too bad now that you’ve also associated it with Denki.

A little voice in your head tells you that the problem from today could’ve been avoided if you had just told Denki that you weren’t a fan of his gift giving skills (or lack thereof) earlier, but your stubbornness has won you over once again.

After tonight, it couldn’t get any worse than this, right?

The fifth gift

You probably should’ve seen it coming with how much you’ve brushed off all of the gifts Denki has given you. You should’ve known that there would be a pretty big consequence to your own ignorance, and you can’t believe you didn’t realize your mistake until things went too far.

It all started when you visited Denki’s apartment to relax and spend some time with him after the end of finals. You were both clad in comfy pajamas, and Denki’s roommate was out for the rest of the day, so there was no need to leave any time soon.

You expected the day to be chill with no worries now that you were on break, but your boyfriend was anything but calm. His leg had been nervously bouncing up and down for the past 30 minutes, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait for him to speak up about what was bothering him. Ultimately, you decided to break the silence first. “Alright, Denki. What’s going on in your pretty little head?”

Denki's whole body freezes at your sudden question. He thinks for a moment as if contemplating on whether or not to tell you but eventually gives in and lets out a deep sigh. “There’s something I want to talk to you about, but before that, let me go get something really quick.”

The blonde doesn’t give you a chance to reply and hastily makes his way into his bedroom. When he walks back to where you are, he has a medium sized box in his arms. That’s not a good sign.

Denki clears his throat. “I was going to give this to you after dinner, but I think my head is gonna explode if I don’t do this now.”

He hands you the box and watches anxiously as you slowly open the lid. As soon as your eyes focus on the objects in front of you, your mouth drops. You aren’t sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what was in your hands at this moment. “Denki, I adore you. I really do. But, why the fuck are you giving me baby shoes?!”

Perhaps you could’ve said that a bit less dramatically since Denki was clearly on edge at your tone, but your bafflement has gotten rid of every filter. You pray to the universe that this isn’t for what you think it is. You are not ready to have children.

“Wait! Here me out!” Denki raises his arms in front of him defensively. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you sit still with your arms crossed as he starts rambling. “The other day I overheard you talking to your mom on the phone and you were making a lot of cooing noises. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I wanted to know what made you so happy, so I listened in for a bit longer. You kept saying stuff like ‘my baby’ and how you couldn’t wait to see ‘your little ball of sunshine’. I came up with the conclusion that you might’ve had a secret kid and…I wanted to buy you something to show you that I want to support you.”

Your eyes are still wide by the end of explanation. You’re glad that Denki’s gift wasn’t hinting at the fact that he wanted to have a child with you, but his thoughts were still ridiculous. You take a deep breath before speaking, “Why did you think I would keep something like this from you?”

“I-I thought you might’ve felt embarrassed or too scared to tell me. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and I wanted to wait for you to tell me, but then I found these cute shoes…” Denki’s voice stutters with uncertainty.

You mentally facepalm. “Denki. I don’t have a child. I was talking to my dog.”

. . .

“Oh…oh.”

There’s about a minute of awkward silence before you both burst out laughing. The tension completely dissipates and Denki even falls off the couch from laughing so hard. Your sides start to become sore and you need another minute or two to calm down. You wipe the tears from your eyes as Denki plops back onto the couch next to you. “Man, it sure sucks that I spent so much on these. Sero’s going to kill me when he finds out I couldn’t pay rent ‘cause of a misunderstanding.”

“What?”

Your boyfriend’s shoulders tense up again and he tries his best to backtrack. “Uh…I mean…Nothing!’

“Denki, how much did you spend on these shoes?” Your voice is calm, but there’s an unsettling dip in your stomach. Your eyes are sharp and if looks could kill, Denki would be six feet under.

“O-only maybe like a couple hundred…?” His voice lowers to a mumble by the end of his sentence, but you heard it loud and clear.

“Denki!”

Denki cowers. “Okay, okay! I know it sounds bad, but I’ll return these and pay Sero back! I’ll even do it by the end of this week!”

You’re going to have to buy Sero coffee one day to make up for his roommate’s careless mistake.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in distress at Denki’s impulsiveness and think back on all the times he’s given you a gift. This has to come to an end now. The last thing you want to see is your boyfriend sitting out on the streets in a cardboard box asking for spare change because you were too much of an idiot to talk to him about your concerns.

“You need to stop giving me stuff.”

Denki furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Might as well just rip the bandaid off. “Denki, you’re terrible at giving gifts.”

The man dramatically gasps in disbelief, but you just continue, “I appreciate you, and I love spending time with you, but I don’t want any more of these surprises. Sure, I find a way to make good memories with them, but if it means that you have to sacrifice your comfort and financial stability, I don’t want it. I’d rather cuddle with you for hours and be satisfied with just being with you.”

Denki sports a shocked expression but eventually nods his head in understanding. He stares deeply into your eyes before leaning forward and bringing you into his arms in a warm embrace. “Okay. Message received. We can talk about this more later, but I’ll stop giving you surprise gifts and just give you lots of hugs instead.”

You giggle and your shoulders sag with relief. With that problem out of the way, a part of you still wants to tease him. “I hope that offer also comes with lots of kisses?”

He answers by smashing his lips into yours without any hesitation. A warm feeling encompasses your heart and you really hope Denki’s roommate doesn’t come home early to ruin the moment. This was definitely a lot better than baby shoes.

The right gift

It’s been a couple years since you and Denki have started dating. Both of you have graduated from college and have begun your lives into adulthood. You decided to move in together and have found stable jobs near the shared apartment. After the ‘gift incident’ in college, you and your boyfriend have decided to forgo gift exchanges in general unless you both knew for sure what the other wanted after double checking. You thought he had gotten over that phase in his life, which is why you're completely caught off guard when he asks you to close your eyes for a surprise during an anniversary date at an amusement park that you’ve both come to love. You’re sitting side-by-side inside of a Ferris wheel cabin near the top of the wheel.

“Denki, we’ve been over this.”

“I know, I know! I promise you can trust me.” The blonde tries to reassure you as much as he can, but you can’t stop the uneasiness from creeping up on you.

He wipes his hands on his pants and takes something out of his jacket pocket. “Shit…why am I so nervous all of a sudden…Y-you can open your eyes now.”

When you do as he says, your eyes make a beeline for the small cubical box that’s settled into his palm. Your heart stops when you realize what it might be.

Denki clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I know we had a bit of a rough start because of my stupidity and jealousy, but we’ve also been through a lot of happy moments together. You’ve always been patient with me, and even when I basically gave you diarrhea that one time, you never yelled at me or made me feel dumb like a lot of the people I used to hang out with. In college, you didn’t judge me when I had to retake my calc class or laugh at me when I got fired from my part-time job.”

“You mean a lot to me…like a lot. And, there isn’t anyone I’d rather hug, or kiss, or cuddle until one of us has to pee一ehem. What I’m trying to say is that I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you until we both grow old and senile. The only way to do that is if you maybe want to marry me?”

Denki opens the box in his hands to reveal a simple ring with a small diamond stone at the center. There’s nothing flamboyant or extraordinary about the design, but the simplicity of it is exactly to your taste. The diamond isn’t too overbearing, and you can’t help but admire how it shines under the sunset sky.

“I know you might’ve felt burdened if I bought something bigger, and this caught my eye as soon as I walked into the store. I saved up for this for a while too一”

“Yes.”

“一’cause I didn’t want you to worry that I couldn’t pay rent or something- wait what?”

A sense of déjà vu flickers in your mind, and a brief memory of the day you started dating makes you smile even wider. “Yes, I will marry you. I love you too.”

You know that if you weren’t inside of a flimsy Ferris wheel cabin, the blonde would’ve jumped up with his fists in the air in bliss. He slots the ring onto your finger and it's a perfect fit. You both lean in to share a deep kiss and you wish the moment could last forever. Once you pull away, Denki places his forehead on yours fondly.

“Did I get it right this time?”

“Yes, Denki. You absolutely did.”

A/N: kaminari denki rights !!

‘might as well’ Masterlist

Todoroki wants to freeze Bakugou’s mouth to stop him from yelling Bakugou wants to punch the smirk off of Shinsou’s face Shinsou wants Kirishima to tone down his overly positive attitude Kirishima wants Midoriya to stop apologizing to him Midoriya just wants everyone to get along

A joint mission doesn’t end too hot for the 20-year-old fledgling heroes, and now their agencies have forced them to face the consequences of their actions: paperwork. Kirishima suggests taking a quick break with a round of fun from a borrowed game console, but it seems like the five heroes got a little more out of it than they expected when they’re sucked into the world of video games…literally.

genre: video game au, pro hero au (kinda), the power of friendship

note: this story is ONLY posted on ao3. If this story is found anywhere else, please let me know and report it :) + be aware that all links are directed to ao3

ch 1: installing new world...

ch 2: did you win your 50/50?

ch 3: fight or flight

ch 4: are you new here?

ch 5: stop listening and everybody implodes

ch 6: home...?

updating tomorrow 7pm EST! it's gonna be a short last chapter of omt, but i hope you enjoy it!

i just wanted to create a separate post to say thank you again for everyone that's been following onigiri miya tidbits and giving me so much support! it was so much fun to write and it's a little sad to see it end. im not a super big blog (i suck at keeping up with being social) and i dont get a lot of notes, so that means i see each and every single person that likes and comments on my writing! thanks for the dedication (;

i do have some ideas that never made it into some of the chapters so im considering writing some small oneshots of extra scenes, but i probably wont be writing those any time soon. it'll be like a mini surprise when i do just post them randomly though :)

cheers to me actually finishing a series :D

and if after all this, you have no idea what i'm talking about then here you go onigiri miya tidbits masterlist