𝗕𝗶𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗳 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 | 𝗧𝗪𝗢

Hitoshi Shinso

 Happy Endings

Synopsis: Hitoshi Shinso wasn't a fan of massages but when it came to spending quality time with you he'd allow you to roll out every painful knot in his back just to feel your hands caress his body. 

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                    The wrinkles of your cotton sheets lay interlaced between Shinso Hitoshi's fingers as he grips the sheets tightly. Between biting the corner of your pillowcase and his hushed moans, his face scrunches in aching waves of discomfort.

                    His shirt tossed into the abyss of the corner of your room, your finger attentively firm as you press into the jungle of knots that run from his lower back up to his shoulder blades. Sitting on his lower back, your legs squeeze him keeping a tight grip not permitting him to squirm away. You smile softly at his remarks, your fingers precariously slide across his back close to his side, where he was ticklish at.

He trembles underneath you until you complain to him, 'Stop squirming!' you grumble,

                    Every muscle in his body flexes uncontrollably with every poke and prod of your fingers slowly massaging his soft skin under the balls of your fingertips. He doesn't enjoy the momentary discomfort but he doesn't mind it if he gets a chance to be alone with you, enjoying what little time he got to be in your company.

'Trying not to.' he mutters through gritted teeth, trying to ignore your fingers intensely poking into the knots of his back.

You can't help but softly smile, 'You know, every since you started training with Aizawa you've gotten more knots like-'

                    You pause prodding your finger into one of the various knots in his back, he gasps softly, his head lifting up as if to subdue the pain he felt.

'-Like that. Have you been taking breaks from training too.'

He pauses for a moment, with his head tilted to the side as shyly lies, 'yeah...'

Slapping his shoulder blade, you lean closely to him, your eyebrows cocked as your face is illuminated with a worried look, 'Shinso I'm being serious.' you mutter softly, 'I don't want you to hurt yourself.'

'You care about me?'

                     You couldn't help but giggle softly at his statement. Both open palm hands of yours linger softly on his unclothed shoulder blades. In a soft rhythm, each one of your fingers taps gently against the warmth of his skin.

'If I didn't care why would I be doing this?' you whisper incoherently into the shell of his ear,

                    You can see him almost squirm away as if your warm breath tickling his ear. His cheeks grow a soft shade of vermillion, you catch his eyes momentarily, before you look away first. You continue massaging his back, hands dipping further down to his sides noticing how he twitched at certain soft spots of his.

                    His jaw clenched, yours goes slack. Your eyes watch his eyes as they anxiously snap back and forth as if considering a thought or two.

'Would you care enough to go on a date with me?' his nervous are obvious, it's an inaudible murmur one you don't quite catch,

                    You knew what he had said but had to make sure you heard him correctly. Your hands start to tremble still pressed against his skin. Your Bottom lip quivers, slowly you mumble asking him to repeat himself.

'A date. Me and you..'

                    If it wasn't for the lack of lighting your blush wouldn't have been more noticeable then it was.

'I thought you'd never ask.' you chime happily,

'Actual?'

                    You smirk at him, slowly moving off his lower back to sit beside him. Your hand rests against his side as you capture a glimpse of his face. Sitting up he grabs his missing shirt, throwing it on before he sits to face you. Both of you found yourselves staring at each other with matching red cheeks.

'I had a bet with Aizawa,' you pause, 'Guess he had more confidence that you would make the first move than I wou-'

                    The door squeaks as it is thrown open. Surprised, both of you, turn to face the opened door. You could tell he was annoyed by the way he stood, leant against the door with his arms crossed and eyebrows cocked. Aizawa sighs at the sight while a guilty smile forms upon our lips.

'I expected better from you, Shinso. Both of you know you're not allowed to have visitors in your private dorms after 9pm.' Aizawa grumbles in disappointment,

'But sir-' you mumble,

'Both of you know the rules.'

'But sir.' you whine, your eyebrows raise to hint to him what was going on,

                    He sighs, adjusting his arms he stares at the clock on your wall before meeting your gaze.

'Five minutes but that's it.'

                    You mouth a soft thank you as he shuts the door. His audible footsteps disappear down the corridor. You meet Shinso's face, his usual expressionless face is swiftly overtaken by a little blush still obvious on his cheeks.

'What are we going to do for five minutes?' Shinso mutters,

                    Your suggestively raise your eyebrow, a large smile appears upon your face.

'I know what we could do for five minutes...'

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