My hero academia PT3 oneshots

Heartstrings (Femi Lyel)

As you sit on the rooftop of a UA building playing your guitar, the wind blows strong around you. Your fingers pluck the strings like second nature to create a tune that you know all too well. It sounds pretty and sad at the same time. Pretty sad, you chuckle to yourself. The moon and stars shine brightly in the night sky, and you stop to admire them for a second before looking out into
the forest that secludes the dorm buildings. As you absentmindedly survey the leafy trees, you spot a blotch of purple a little ways off. You can't be sure, so you crane your neck to try and see better, hoping it's not someone who could get u in trouble. They look like they're training, you mumble to yourself. Suddenly, the person darts into the forest and although you continue
to stare, willing them to come back, they don't return You sigh and decide to get some sleep. Besides, you do this every night; there's no way you can miss them again. Next time you'll be more observant and watch carefully.
The next morning, you wake up late. Night owl tendencies often make you tardy for class, and this time is no different. As you get ready to rush out of your room to class, rounding the corner you spot a mess of purple hair. Interested, you sneak out of your room quietly shut the door, and decide to stealthily follow him.
You end up following him all the way to your first block, which is evidently his as well. For once, I'm not late, you think to yourself. You take your seat in the back and barely pay attention to the lesson being taught, as your mind is preoccupied with whether this odd boy with purple hair was the one you saw last night. What was odd about him, you didn't quite know, but it was just a
feeling you had and not something you could prove, so you decided to leave it alone.
Tonight, you're sitting in your familiar spot at the top of the school and before you start playing again, you scan the forest where you first saw the mysterious person, but find nothing. Slightly disappointed, you start to play a different melody than the one you usually play, and this
time you hum the words a bit too.
"You shouldn't be up here," you hear a voice say. It startles you, and you abruptly stop playing and mute your guitar, slowly turning you head backward to see who your accuser is. Standing in all black is your teacher, Shota Aizawa. Flustered at your discovery, all you can do is get up and stutter with your guitar in hand.
"Sorry," you mumble quietly, packing away your guitar.
"It's fine, but this is going to be a one-time warning, so don't let me catch you up here again. It's dangerous, and if you fall off the roof and I'm not there to-"
At that moment, a strong gust of wind blows through and makes you lose balance. Your foot slips backwards, and you scream. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Aizawa's scarf is wrapped around you and he pulls you back up onto the rooftop.
"Do you understand why now?" He grumbles at you, releasing you from his scarf's hold. Shaky at the the fact that you could've just died, you nod your head mechanically. It's all you can do to keep from shivering, and Mr. Aizawa places a heavy hand on your shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asks with genuine concern. You nod again.
"AIright. Go to bed now. I don't want to have to save you twice." Your feet robotically move towards the exit and Mr. Aizawa follows close behind to confirm you're okay. As you're walking down the stairs, you spot the same purple haired boy near one of the room doors and this time, you can see his face. The surprise is enough to shock you out of your death daze and make you hyper focus on the features of his face. He is really hot. Like, really really hot. His half-lidded eyes watch you, but you can't tell what he's thinking at all. His arms are folded and his muscles are visible underneath the long sleeved tee he's wearing. You almost stop and stare, but then Mr. Aizawa ahems you from behind and ushers you forward. You snap out of it and sheepishly
continue to head towards your dorm room. As you walk, you can almost swear you see a smirk seen onto his face as you walk away flustered.
  In the weeks to follow, you stop playing your metaphorical moonlight sonata on the top of the building, for fear of being caught. It sucks, because your dorm room isn't the most noise proof, but it is what it is. You don't really care about the safety concerns Mr. Aizawa both noted and proved to you last time, so against your better nature, you decide to go up there one last time for your own personal little concert. You can't help it, you wish for a quiet place to play that's out
in the open, but you know you shouldn't leave the grounds at night. That's the only rule that makes sense to you.
Throughout the week, you have also come to start examining the purple haired boy more. He's in most of your classes, and is silent unless directly asked a question. His name is Hitoshi Shinso as well. Not only is he interesting, he's attractive. And you have a tendency to observe people you find intriguing and mysterious. What makes him tick? Why was he outside in the hallway
that night? Was he who I saw in the forest that one time? Why do I catch him staring at me? So many questions, but so few answers you were able to come up with. It sucked. But playing guitar helped you relieve that stress, and you decided you'd do it one last time again tonight.
Like previously stated, you didn't care about the rules unless they made sense. The first time you almost fell off the roof was completely chance. It wouldn't happen again.
In the moonlight, your guitar shines beautifully, and before you start playing, you check behind you for Mr. Aizawa, and also look near the forest to see if you could spot that person again. Nothing. You sigh and begin to play the same tune you always do. You thought you heard something, and so you whipped around and met the eyes of Shinsou, the boy who had interested you for the past week or so. It was a stupid crush, so it was more embarrassing for you to be caught.
"What do you want?" You questioned, returning to your original position. You hear nothing at first, and then he speaks in a quieter tone
"To hear you play."
This at first surprises you. You haven't played for anyone in a while, so if you mess up it'll be embarrassing. Too embarrassing. Shinsou stands there as you think about it, with his arms crossed like when you first saw him. You glance at him hesitantly, and then return to your original position. He takes the opportunity of your silence to move closer, just a bit.
"If you don't want to, I can ask Mr. Aizawa what he would rather me do." You tense,
realizing it's a threat.
"Why do you even care anyways? Don't be a snitch." You snap.
"Oh, I'Il be a snitch. Why don't you just play me something?" He responds, smirking. You can only roll your eyes and reply at this point.
"Fine. But I'm picking the song. I don't care what you want." You're slightly upset at your willingness to obey him. Any other person, you would've just swung your solid body guitar at their head. But for him, you decided to be a little more docile... This stupid crush was becoming too much of a problem. Regardless, you play him your favorite tune. When you finish, he's sitting next to you on the balcony with his head back and his eyes closed. He looks so peaceful. His features have softened and his body seems less tense. You almost want to touch him, but you have more self control than that.
"Nice song." He finally says.
"Thanks. Imma head to bed now." You say softly, and wave bye at him.
As the days pass, it becomes a tradition for you and him to meet on the rooftop, and your nights are filled with quiet discussion and pretty guitar tunes as you play your song for him again and again. He never seems to tire of hearing it, and you can see him relax when he's around you. It's pleasing to know that your music can help someone, and it's a bonus if that someone is your crush.
Your feelings are almost impossible to hold inside, so you decide to tell him. But you're also nervous too. What if he doesn't like you in that way? It could ruin your friendship forever, and you enjoy these nights too much. Then you get an idea, an brilliant idea. To write him a
song indirectly confessing. It's perfect, because if he feels the same way he'll realize, and if he doesn't then you'll be safe because you can say it's just a song. You start brainstorming lyrics over the next couple of days, but this means missing out on the nightly visits to the roof with Shinsou. It'll be fine, because it will be worth it in the end. You finally finish after a day or two, and are ready to play it for him.
Butterflies fill your stomach as you hike the stairs to get to the roof. Waiting there with arms crossed and a noticeable frown on his face is Shinsou. Your heart pounds.
"Nice of you too actually show this time." He mutters.
You sheepishly smile.
"Sorry, I was working on something. A new song..." your voice trails off as he continues to stand there and frown at you. You stop smoking and clear your throat. "Well, I guess I'll play it now..." you say, feeling less and less sure of yourself.
Shinsou just stands there. You feel awkward and pause for a moment.
"Are you gonna play?" Shinsou asks impatiently. Your heart plummets as his cold hard glare falls on you.
"Oh, yeah." You respond, although you're not sure if you even should anymore. You start playing your song, but don't look at Shinsou at all; his eyes were boring into the back of your skull already. You get into the song a bit, and after you're done, you pause with your eyes closed and relax. Shinsou is silent, and you can't stand it. Your heart hurts and longs for what obviously isn't there.
With tears in your eyes, you stand up and take your guitar with you. You leave without saying a word to Shinsou, and you don't dare to look at him either. Returning to your room, you silently break down in tears. Minutes later, you hear a knock on your door.
"Go away!" You manage to sniffle out. You hear a hmph and then notice something has been slipped under your door. There are retreating footsteps. It's a wax stamped letter with your name on it in deep (f/c) ink. You carefully open it, and find only a few simple words.
"I want to discuss something with you. You know where my room is." At first, this strikes you as odd. Who sent this ? And how would you know where said person's room is ? Only one person came to mind, but you didn't think that it could be him. Besides, you would've heard him come downstairs; you left first. You decide not to think anything of it.
Over the next couple of days, you avoid Shinsou, and even though you've been going to the roof every night, he hasn't been there. It's okay, because you wouldn't like to see him knowing he doesn't love you like you uncontrollably love him.
You stand on the rooftop tonight, playing to your hearts content, barely able to contain yourself and keep from singing loudly. At that moment when you finish, another strong gust of wind comes and your foot slips. No! You cry. No one is here to save you this time. Tears were already falling from your eyes, but now the fact of death has made them that more abundant. As you fall, your voice leaves you, and you're unable to scream at all. You had put your guitar down before you fell, and so there was nothing to hook onto anything else. The only thing on your mind, strangely, is Shinsou. Only what you and him could've been. And now you'll never get that
opportunity.
THWIP!
Out of nowhere, Mr. Aizawas scarf wraps around you and hauls you up as you stare dumbstruck at the ground. When you get back on the roof, the scarf pulls you close.
"I'm sorry for disobeying you, Mr. Aizawa," you mumble, not really caring.
"I thought I told you to meet me in my room instead," the voice doesn't belong to the teacher. You recognize it as it speaks into your ear softly. Your eyes widen and you gasp slightly, and Shinsou nibbles your ear gently. You turn around to meet his concerned but loving gaze.
"Why would you want me to meet you in your room?" You ask, backing away and wiping your eyes. "And why..." his scarf pulls you in again firmly, this time facing
him.
"Because I needed to tell you I love you too, kitten." Your chests are touching at this point, and you look into his purple eyes. For once, you can actually see what he's looking at: you. He stares at you deeply, and his gaze almost feels as it's looking at all of you, not just your face, with such love that you can't contain anymore. You slowly push away from him, his scarf still around your
waist, and prepare to ask him one more thing.
"Was it you I saw in th-"
You don't get another word out, because he pulls you in for a third time, and slams his lips onto yours. You're so shocked all you can do is fall into the kiss. You can feel the tension leaving both of your bodies as your hands travel up his chest and to his face. Although the pressure of the scarf hasn't left your waist and hips, and you can feel it slipping around your torso as well and
increasing slightly in pressure, as he kisses you harder. His hands start to rub your back, and you feel like you might explode from so much stimulation. You finally pull away and you can barely bring yourself to stop kissing him. You put your hands down, but he grabs them again and places them on his face.
"Kitty," he whispers into your neck. "Who said I was done with those pretty little lips?" You can feel every part of your face blush profusely at the closeness of his lips to your throat. "But I want privacy. This is why you need to obey and come to my room, now." You shiver, and his scarf loosens, but still gently drags you toward the exit and to his room. You lay on his bed with him, as he strokes your back and occasionally kisses you. Eventually you drift into sleep with him. The last thing you remember him whispering in your ear is, "Good kitty..."