Suna Rintaro

suna rintaro •

“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”

you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.

“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.

the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.

it started out small, this argument did.

suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.

you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.

angry or not.

as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.

his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.

“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.

you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.

“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.

you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.

he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.

“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.

the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.

he was intoxicating.

his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.

when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,

“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.

“what?” you harshly huffed out.

“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.

“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.

he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.

“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.

he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.

he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.

you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.

you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.

he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.

“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”

you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.

“hey! what is your-“

he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.

“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.

you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.

“go in.”

you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.

“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”

you nodded along, at loss for words.

“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.

he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.

“kiss me.” you whispered.

he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.

“of course.”

hiiii! ♡♡ i hope ur doing well (≧◡≦) ( i have a request if it's okay. may i have headcanons with hawks and a civilian reader who is veryyyyy affectionate? like, the reader loves hugging him, planting kisses on his cheeks and forehead, calling hawks with "sweetheart, darling, my pretty bird", asking about his day, stuff like that. uhm, actually i just want to see hawks showered in love like he deserves heheh (≧◡≦) ♡ thank youuuu!! ♡♡♡♡

a/n: I love wholesome requests like this!! 😭

Hawks with a very affectionate s/o

This dude is READY to race home when he’s done with work, he loves the affection you give him when he arrives home to you. Once he walks through the door you’re already there kissing his cheeks and asking him how his day was, he could literally just melt into your touch right now if he could. He doesn’t even want dinner he just wants to cuddle with you, he likes laying his head down on your chest as you gently brush his hair. If you touch his wings he will literally just sigh happily into your chest, some of his feathers puffing up at your affection.

Absolutely loves the names you call him, especially when you call him your pretty bird while planting kisses on his forehead. Brags about it to endeavor like “yeah my s/o calls me their pretty bird and they don’t ever lie” you BOOST this man’s ego, also brags about having a super affectionate s/o to any pro-hero. Yeah his fans will say that he’s amazing and etc, but it is way more meaningful when you say it to him. Every word you say to him and moment you two spend together he holds them very dearly, even while fighting against a villain he’ll always remember what you said to him. So if any villain wanted to hurl insults to him he can quickly block it out and remember what you said to him beforehand, that’s why whenever news reporters ask him what his motivation is he’ll tell them it’s someone who gives him encouragement (aka you)

Whenever Hawks is around you he feels like he can finally let his guard down, he’s dealing with a lot at the moment. So when he comes back home to you he feels like he doesn’t need to be Hawks the second ranked hero, he can just be Keigo. He can just go long hours cuddling into your chest and listening to your heartbeat, it almost soothes him to sleep as well.

I Hope u take requests if not just ignore this but like imagine ushijima with an complete opposite reader of him (like they‘re chubby, shy, super sweet, love cuddles and Physical touch, stuffed animals and shit) UGH it would just be to adorable <3

Gotcha 🐨✨💖

Sweet contrast

Everyone knows Ushijima

But no-one could ever think about his s/o to be so.... Sweet and shy

It's an odd contrast really, Ushijima Wakatoshi,the tall, intimidating, serious and blunt volleyball player

You? You're the sweetest thing ever, shy, chubby and quite joyful

Sometimes people can see Ushijima carrying an stuffed animal for you

Most of the time his s/o is somewhere near him, holding hands, hugging him or even kissing his face

Ushijima can be seen often kneeling or leaning towards to kiss you

Most of the time you sit on his lap to have better acces to cuddles, hugs and kisses is a win win for everyone!

Sometimes Ushijima asks Satori ideas for gifts or cute dates

Once in a while instead a gift Ushi writes letters or small notes for you

He doesn't seem like the romantic type, but his love letters are usually about how grateful he is about you choosing him as your partner

Big boy is touch starved when he can't cuddle with you, he didn't knew about this, but one day he had to skip training to hold you because he was feeling down

When he's touch starved his aim gets a bit sloppy, that's why Satori always asks you to hug him before practice

Sometimes Satori sends you pictures of your boyfriend because he knows Ushi isn't the best at sending selfies

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

next time

wc: 1.9k

warnings: dabi being a menace (as always), injury and violence mention

You’ve been in a lot of hairy and otherwise life-threatening situations as a pro-hero. There’s the time you got pinned under a car, and that other time you were held at gunpoint. Oh! And there was even one afternoon where you’d ended up strung up by your ankle from a skyscraper window. Dangling 400 feet above cold, hard cement really encourages a person to reconsider their life choices (but apparently not enough to make you quit your job).

So curling up against the cool, stinky metal of a dumpster in some back alley in Hosu City with notorious League of Villains member Dabi crouching in front of you like the cat that got the cream, all things considered, really isn’t that surprising.

Your leg is busted, so you can’t run. And with the heavens above as your witness, you’d tried. The only good it served was to send bile up your throat and white hot pain shooting through the meat of your thigh. Not smart. Your side burns and blood bullies through the gaps between your fingers, sticky and wet from the blast of a scummy criminal some ten minutes earlier. You hunch further against the dumpster, the adrenaline racing from your bloodstream leaves your body feeling tired, limbs leaden. You can’t fight anymore.

Feeling defeated, you huff a sigh and close your eyes. “Here to cut off all my limbs, leave me for dead? Isn’t that what you villains get up to on Monday nights?” 

“Dismemberment isn’t really my thing, doll.”

“Arson then? That seems to be more your speed.”

Dabi offers you a lazy smile. “Arson’s fine.”

“Mmm, nice,” your side throbs and you wince. “Well? Hero barbecue tonight? ‘M sure the League would love that.”

Your comment goes ignored. “It’s nice to see you again, little hero. Rough night?”

Keep reading

Hoshiumi knows he’s not meant for a run-through-the-airport kind of love.

That dramatic energy that compels someone to chase someone else just to deliver a confession. He’s watched his classmates and teammates fall in and out of relationships as they’ve inspired different kinds of affections, different dramatic scenes.

He accepted that he’d never really elicit that kind of reaction from anyone and made peace with it as he made peace with his height.

After all, he could still dominate on the volleyball court. That’s where the dramatic moments centered around him were meant to occur.

The first gift Hoshiumi ever gave you was a blank notebook.

He noticed how you would doodle in any blank margin or on any scrap and thought you deserved a proper place to draw.

Though you always had it with you he never saw you use it. Just like accepting so many other things as fact, he assumed you were just being nice by carrying it around

until he caught a glimpse inside. The pages were covered in detailed drawings. It felt like winning a tournament and he was so giddy about it that his teammates, who thought they were used to his boisterous behavior, had to ask him to calm down.

So he gave you another one on your next birthday.

And the one after that.

Catching glimpses of sketches and drawings in the months after, proof that you did use them.

He misses your next birthday because of an away game but stops by to give you a gift when he gets back. To your relief and delight, it’s another notebook.

“Thank you.“ You beam and clutch it to your chest. “I’m so glad…I was worried you thought I didn’t like them.”

“Why?” he asks, face screwing up in confusion.

“Oh,” you grimace in embarrassment and explain “because you never asked to see what I did with them.”

He gulps, suddenly nervous. “…C-Can I?”

You offer them to him with shining eyes and he looks through, gently flipping page after page of beautiful designs and sketches and drawings and there’s figure studies of

him.

There are drawings of him.

Hoshiumi knows he’s not a run-through-the-airport kind of love. But as you confess your feelings for him, your admiration for his dramatic presence on the court,

he realizes he’s meant for something better.

𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 !

in which: suna throws snowballs at you to get you to talk to him.

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, maybe unrealistic snow - idgaf, swearing... i think, mentions of d3ath but not in a grim way, jokes of breaking up :c

a/n: how is christmas so soon already lol i've been slacking on my xmas event anyways ENJOY !

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

Suna watches your backside with a great pout on his red face, nursing his blushed nose in the uncomfortable fabric of his scarf as he tries to plot ways to get to talk to you again. However, judging by the way you stroll in front of him, walking quicker than you usually do as to maintain the distance between you and your boyfriend, the volleyball player groans at the mountainous task ahead of him.

If only he didn’t spark the petty argument that landed him in this position.

Now you were, rightfully, avoiding him as if he had the plague, opting to walk ahead of him instead of with him. Even when he tried to catch up to you you’d roll your eyes and speed up, leaving a yearning Suna behind. 

After a night of rejecting his hugs, evading any sort of conversation, and giving him the stink eye, to say that Suna’s a little fed up is a bit of an understatement. At this point of no talking, he’s trying everything to get you to break, saying shit that just comes to mind, regardless of whether it’ll get him an answer or not.

A chill runs up his spine from the cold, something he immediately notifies you of.

“Y/N!” He calls out, suddenly feeling hopeful again when you turn around; albeit, with a glare in his direction, but that was better than nothing. “I’m cold!”

“What do you want me to do about it?” You ask with indifference lacing your voice.

“Hold me and warm me up with your loving embrace?”

“I will set you on fire.”

The volleyball player frowns as you turn around and continue walking through the snow-covered and empty park, hiding the smile that was starting to break your chilling facade.

“You’re so mean!” He yells once more. “I come out all this way to accompany you and you decide to repay me like this? I’m too hot for this!”

“I didn’t tell you to do shit,” you retort. “You came outside with me on your own accord.”

Frowning harder at your tough exterior, Suna huffs, his breath condensing into gas before evaporating away and as the snow crunches beneath your boots, leaving imprints behind, he has an idea- one that could either seal his death or… help win you back!

Look, Suna knows well enough that he could apologise to you with flowers, chocolates, money, whatever, and they’d be reasonable ways of getting you to speak to him again, but they were just so unoriginal. If Suna is anything, it’s original (partial lie). And, he believes in the logic that if you never speak to him again, he might as well die, so what does he have to lose? Nothing. 

A considerably-sized snowball hits your head with a thud, causing your head to jerk forward from the force. You feel the broken remnants of the snowball splatter across your coat, some clinging on to your shoulders whilst some fall to the ground. Since when was Suna’s throwing aim so good?

“You want to die?” You threaten, although the smile on your face is anything but intimidating, especially not to your boyfriend who already has another snowball prepared in his hands. 

He throws it up and down mockingly.

“You ready to talk to me yet?” He asked.

“I am talking to you, dimwit.”

“Nicely,” he points an accusatory finger at you. “Can I flirt with you again without you biting my head off?”

“Your flirting is what makes me want to bite your head off-”

That earns you a snowball to the shoulder, one that was aimed for your face if you didn’t protect yourself in time. Without giving you time to react, your boyfriend has somehow conjured another snowball and throws it at you, hitting you square in the chest.

As laughter slips out from your lips, you stumble backwards a little before running away, weaving between snow-covered trees in hopes of losing Suna for a few seconds so you can gather some snowballs to fight back with. But, from how clearly you can hear him call your name, and the footsteps that aren’t too far behind yours, you’d say that this is a losing battle.

Especially with his volleyball player stamina, leg strength and endurance, you never had a chance in the first place. Don’t forget his arm swing from spiking all day. So, when he hits you with a particularly hard snowball to the neck, you naturally freeze a little from the ice that had managed to hit skin, flinching. 

In your time of weakness, you saw your boyfriend lounging at you a little too late, encasing you tightly with his arms, his grip unforgivable even when you both stumble backwards from the force. The world tilts and small shouts of panic escape your mouth. Before you can do anything to save yourself, a shock of pain reverberates through your body, marginally cushioned by the snow. 

However there’s no time to think too hard about what happened when Suna’s hovering above you on all fours, staring down at you with widened eyes of shock, surprised by the outcome of his own actions. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern now lacing his features as he scans yours for any signs of discomfort or pain. He retreats to sit on your shins, giving you room to breathe and properly see eye-to-eye with him for the first time in a while; both metaphorically and physically.

“Yeah, that fall was just really sore,” clutching your arm, you pretend to be hurt, hiding the fact that you were, in actuality, grabbing a clump of snow. 

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was panicking and feeling incredibly guilty. Now you were really going to send him to his death. “Shit, Y/N, I’m really sorry.”

As soon as your boyfriend leaned in to inspect your ‘injury’, you immediately throw the snow across his face, gently slapping him with it. He simply sits there, scrunching his face against the cold before slightly opening his eyes, giving you a defeated look. 

“It’s okay, I accept your apology,” you tell him with a mischievous grin, leaning in slightly towards his face, admiring how clattered the snow fell across his skin. Some clung to his eyelashes, to his lips, even his eyebrows.

Hearing the snow crunch near you, you immediately notice his hand going to grab some of the blizzard beneath and you grab his wrist to prevent him from any more fights. 

“If you throw that at me, I will really bite your head off.”

Suna’s eyes glimmer with some akin to amusement. “Kinky,” he says without any hesitation. “I like it.”

“Don’t say that!” You exclaim, letting go of his wrist to try and wriggle away from him, a gesture that he doesn’t take very well, demonstrated by the way that he then wraps his arms around your waist, invading your personal space. 

“Please, I promise I’ll stop, just let me be close to you,” whispers the dark-haired athlete as he stares a little too shamelessly at your face. There’s a stupid smile on his face that makes you feel even more giddy, flustered by how attentive he is whilst simply looking at you.

“What?”

“You’re just really pretty,” he sighs before continuing. “I don’t know how I bagged you.”

“Yet you still throw snowballs at me. Suna Rintarou, count your blessings before I leave your ass,” the way you roll your eyes tells him that you’re joking- it’s so very clear that you don’t actually mean what you said, but something painful tugs at his chest because of the idea of existing without you. 

He dampens a little just thinking about it, frowning as he presses himself into your neck. “Please don’t do that, you’ll break my heart.”

Your hand sneaks up to his hair, carding through whatever strands you could access under his beanie. With the sudden shift from a lighthearted atmosphere to a suffocating one, guilt plagues you as you watch the way your boyfriend tries to curl himself over you, protective in his stance and grip. It’s obvious that he took your words to heart, even if he knew otherwise. “I’m kidding, Rin,” you reassure, not knowing what else to say beyond that.

After a few moments of heavy silence that consisted of simply holding Suna in the cold, he finally speaks up again, uttering a meek: “you’re not still mad at me, right?”

“Not mad. Annoyed? Maybe. By the way, why snowballs?” 

“I thought that exercise and getting the endorphins running would cheer you up a little so you’d talk to me again.”

“What?”

“Y’know like how endorphins make you feel-”

“Rin- you don’t need to mansplain how endorphins work, I just wasn’t expecting your justification. There are other ways to get me to talk to you, y’know.”

“None of them were working and I had to get your attention somehow! It’s the only thing I want, don’t you know that?”

A chuckle escapes you before you can stop it, one of your hands going up to cup his cheek as you give him an affectionate smile. “Yeah, I do know that, which is why it’s funny to watch you work for it, especially after you messed up,” you give him a quick slap at the back of his head, one that has him murmuring a half-hearted ‘ow’.

“Not funny for me.”

“I found it hilarious.” 

Suna watches the way your eyes crinkle as you smile, only solidifying the idea that he would take as many snowballs to the face as possible so long as you’re smiling like this at the end of it.