cherry blossom (Reader x Various )

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(How I envisioned her hero costume)

Shouto was wrong. Her boyfriend was pissed, so pissed he broke the cup in his hand.

"Why the fuck would you tell that stupid kid that you were dating Shouto," his hands still held the broken pieces of the coffee cup.

"Look, what did you want me to say. It's not like we can tell everyone we're dating. I'll never be able to be a pro hero." She had now grabbed his upper arm. He never once had hurt her, even when he was angry. He treated her like a delicate little flower. That's why he called her his Sakura or Blossom.

"I know that, but you know how I feel about you being with other men. Even if it's fake, I don't know if I can handle that."

"It's not like you'll see us."

"But I'll know. Anyway, don't you think that's creepy. Hits a little close to home, doesn't it." She slapped his arm, earning a raspy chuckle.

"Don't say that." The man looked down at the girl, gently placing a hand on her cheek. He had drastically cooled off but still leary to touch her.

"Okay, have fun with that." Leaning down, he lightly kissed her forehead. "I gotta go. I'll see you later."

That was a few weeks ago, and as she had promised, she and Shouto only "dated" at the office. Today she had the day off, so she texted Hawks.
TEXT:
Y/N: Hey, wanna grab lunch? We can get chicken if you want.
Hawks: Sounds good! I'll meet you at the usual.
Y/N: Okay.

She arrived shortly at the restaurant, greeted by a hostess.
"Hey, I'm meeting hawks here is he-"
"Heya Pretty Bird." From behind her, Hawks extended his arms across her shoulders. The girl who she had been talking to suddenly glared at Y/N. Hawks was known for being hot, so the glare given to the girl wasn't abnormal."One table on the 15th floor please," Keigo always seemed to get what he wanted, sending a wink to lock in his request.

Once seated, Hawks reached across the table to grab the girl's phone.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she tried her best to grab it back, but to no avail. For a short man, he had long arms.

"I'm taking a picture to send to Enji. Hey, you think we could right this meal off on a business expense?" His smirk grew into a grin as he pointed the front-facing camera at the two of them. He refused to give her back her phone until she smiled. When she did, he just ignored her annoyance, instead swiping up her screen. "What's your password? Wait, don't tell me. I think I can get it."

"No, Kei, you're gonna lock me out of my phone," Keigo stoped for a second upon hearing the nickname. He hadn't heard it in quite a while. He quickly recovered, turning his attention back to the phone in his hands. Finally, after 5-tries, he gets it.

"Ah, got it, really, frog, that's your password?" Her cheeks glow a bright red as she somewhat shields her face with a menu. She had long ago given up on trying to retrieve her phone. He quickly goes to her pictures, scrolling through them in hopes of finding some nudes. Unfortunately, she had none, so he just sent the photo to Enji. After making sure it was delivered, he slid it back to the girl.

Soon the waitress arrived, taking their orders. Doing her best to get Hawks' attention, she skillfully dropping her pen, sticking her ass in his face.

The younger girl couldn't help but roll her eyes at the obscene gesture. "Does this happen everywhere you go?" Hawks just smirked in response, nodding.

Half-way through their meal, Y/N felt her phone buzz. Unlocking it, she saw a message from Enji.

ENJI (Scary flame man)
Y/N> *photo*
Enji> What are you two doing? I know this is your day off, but don't you think you should use your time in a better way.
Enji> Come by the office once you finish.
Y/N> Do you want me to bring birdman?
Enji> God no. Come alone. I have work for you.
Y/N> Okay.

"What's up?" Hawks' question brought her out of her thoughts, forcing her attention to him.

"Just Enji, he wants me to run by after our lunch." Keigo knew how strict Endeavor was with her. Aside from Shouto, he knew that Enji valued her the most.

"Let me know how it goes. I'll take care of the bill."

"No, I told you I would pay," she tried to insist, opening her wallet to find some money.

Tamaki reached over, clutching the young girl's hand. "Hey, you gracing me with your presence is plenty."

"Thank you so much, Kei." Y/N gets up, placing a kiss on his cheek before retreating to the elevator. Even after she was gone, he couldn't wipe the smile and blush off his face. It wasn't like she was any different from the other girls who flirted with him, but there was something about her. Maybe the way she carried herself or the way she treated everyone around her. He came to place the origin of his affection for her on how she saw the good in everyone.

It didn't take long for Enji to meet up with the small girl. She barreled into his office in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. As usual, this was the attire for her off days. He had seen this exact sweatshirt multiple times, a distressed black pullover with Eraserhead in the middle of it. He didn't like her supporting anyone but him, but she was too stubborn to listen.

"Hey, what did you need me for?" Y/N's cheeks were still bright red from the short run.

"I got your new costume in. I thought you should try it on now, so you don't have to worry about it fitting." Enji lifted the cardboard box from the floor to his desk. With ease, he ripped the tape off the top. Last week Enji had requested that she considered making adjustments to her uniform.

She stripped quickly, causing Endeavor to shield his eyes before she gave him the all-clear. Verity couldn't help but giggle at the small blush on the older man's cheeks. For such a masculine man, he sure did get embarrassed easily.

The summer months had long passed, the short sleeves were no longer practical. Long sleeves had replaced them as well as the bottoms being higher cut. A hood with a built-in mask had been added. Also, a skirt paneling that had slits for her legs. The thigh-high boots were no longer there, instead now replaced by a garter belt and platform boots. New throwing knives were placed securely in the garter pockets, the blades were coated in a mild tranquilizer. On the other leg was a similar strapping, holding a small gun and small darts with the same tranquilizer.
With the new equipment and straps, she felt like a character out of attack on titan.