Imagine asking Yatora Yaguchi to be your model for an art project of yours. You observed his face as your paintbrush moved on its own in your hand, your fingers sometimes retouching the draw manually. You could see how slightly uncomfortable he felt with your eyes constantly on him, a tint of pink on his cheeks. You couldn't help but smile at his cute face, wondering if you should call him to hang out after you're finished with the painting.
You were sitting on the grass, trees surrounding you and your lover, Jean Kirshtein, as you were concentrated on the task at hand; making a flower crown. You were both on a date on your free day from duty, a basket with fruits and food beside you. He liked to watch you working attentively, chuckling at your frustrated sighs when you made some mistake. When you finally made the crown, you gave a happy smile, putting it on his head, receiving a kiss as payment.
Imagine having Utahime Iori riding your thigh as she whimpered and moaned your name, her face completely red as you sucked her breasts, your teeth biting her nipples now and then. Her legs were getting weak, you being the one supporting her body as she started to tremble, her eyes rolling up, an orgasm breaking through her. She would be up to do it again.
You saved Shisui Uchiha from death. When he jumped from the cliff to scape from Danzou, he fell on the running waters of the cold river, with no energy left to swim. He would've drowned if a hand haven't got his before he passed out. When he woke up, he was in a warm and comfortable bed, surrounded by the unknown. You came into the room after a few minutes, a soup bowl in your hand. You explained that you found him drowning in the river and saved him, bringing him to your home. He thanked you, grateful for your kindness, and although he wanted to get back home, he didn't have the strength yet. You took care of him while he stayed, as you got to know each other slowly. He felt at ease with you, and maybe, an adverse feeling was starting to grow.
Imagine teaching Inosuke Hashibira how to kiss. He asked it to you, after hearing Zenitsu commenting he wanted to kiss someone before dying. He got curious and went to you to learn how it was and how to do it. You were taken aback at first, but soon started to explain how it worked and in what kind of situation it was ok to kiss someone, saying that you generally kiss the one you like. He almost immediately asked to kiss you, saying he liked you, but you were pretty sure he didn't grasp the concept of liking that you gave. After a lot of insistence, you agreed, approaching your face to his until your lips touched for a few seconds. After you separated, you could see the pink hue on his face, with him mumbling something about how kissing was stupid. You didn't get completely surprised when on the next day, he asked for another kiss.
Imagine being an infiltrated villain on the U.A. You were a third-year, disguised as a kind and selfless person, who wanted to become a hero just for the sake of saving people, but in reality, you were Shigaraki's right hand, a genius, and an evil mind. What you did not expect, was that you would end up fond of the soon-to-be hero Tamaki Amajiki, which was part of the most promising group of students on the third year, The Big Three. You approached him at first just to go unsuspicious, as if you were close to a strong guy, people wouldn't notice your presence much, but it was kind of hard to approach him. He was a closed person, not liking to make new friends, and extremely anxious, at a warning level. When you were finally able to get through his unsociable personality, you met one of the most overwhelmingly cute and kind persons you've ever seen, not even perceiving when you started to like him. He seemed to like you too, holding your hand when he was nervous and hugging you when he was sad. You liked to take care of him and to be with him, but if he knew who you truly are, will he still like you?
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𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒈.𝒏. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
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