BNHA x Reader oneshots and drabbles

Shinsou | If only you'd asked (song fic+angst)

You met Shinsou during your third year at UA, He was in his second year. Having a manipulation quirk yourself you befriended him easily, you were inseparable, every moment you could, you were by his side. Best friends, hell people assumed you were a couple due to the way you were always touching somehow, whether it be your knees or your hands you were in constant contact. Before you knew it, it was a year later and you were graduating. You had been saving up for an apartment and you were finally able to place the down payment.

It was small, the whole space the size of the dorm room you once had, but you didn't mind. You had a place to call your own. It wasn't legal but for the price of 300 a month it was perfect.

When he comes over for the first time it had mostly been a surprise, He had opened the door with the spare key you had given him the same day you got yours. You were spinning around to the music that could be heard from the floor above, an ungraceful display of unbridled joy, he couldn't help but laugh. You gasped before launching yourself at him in a hug, and he noticed how few belongings you had. A suitcase and fairy lights with a few polaroids you had taken to go with the sleeping bag that was laid out by the window. He thought of Aizawa, and how he'd have to tell him you'd picked one up for yourself, after all, he taught you too. He noticed how your paints weren't scattered around and for a moment he's concerned you'd given up art. He spends the night, he's wrapped around you with your legs tangled together, his lips in your hair, as you share a pillow. That night he decided he loved you.

When he graduated from UA you asked him to move in with you before telling him you loved him. He agreed and two years later on your 19th birthday he hands you a set of keys. "For our new place", he smiled. It wasn't much to look at but it was better than your old place. You bought a futon the day you moved in saying that "We deserve an upgrade from a sleeping bag." He nods with a smile. Your paints have made a return, laying in a corner with a half-finished canvass. He's glad to see them. You have some milk crates for storage held together with duct tape. He asked you to marry him. Your engagement lasts years, four to be exact and when you finally get married your friend Mina walked you down the aisle. When you get to the altar he's in awe, "You're so beautiful, how did I get so lucky?". Vows are exchanged, and toasts are made, the night is filled with laughter and dancing. You told him you love him, "I love you too".

Two more years pass. You're 25 and a fairly successful artist. Shinsou is a pro-hero. He's never home anymore. "It's part of the job", he says. You spend your nights' painting. You don't have sex anymore. He hardly touches you. You don't ask him what's wrong. He doesn't look at you, instead opting to lay on the futon covering himself with the blanket. You lay on the opposite side, taking the bed sheet for warmth. He falls asleep leaving you with your own thoughts. "What's going on with him. With us?" You fight the urge to snuggle into his back, instead of turning to face away from him before falling asleep. He's gone when you wake up, you don't bother texting him "good morning."

You're 30 and your painting has paid off, along with Shinsou's hero work, you manage to move into a condo. A penthouse downtown. When you arrive with the last of your belongings you find a large mattress on a bed frame. There was a card laying on it, "I had it delivered." You smiled sadly, putting your box of paints away before wrapping your arms around yourself. You realized you missed him. He hardly talks to you anymore. You met up with Mina for the first time in years. "We don't really talk to each other, y'know?." You swirl your glass of wine around and order a shot from the bartender. Mina is unusually quiet, only offering a "Keep in touch" when you get into the cab.

He could smell the liquor on your breath when you got home. You're drunk and he knows it "No matter how much money I could spend, It would never be able to buy a bed large enough to ensure you wouldn't touch me in the night." He climbs into bed and faces the wall. You go to take a shower. "I'd love you if you let me" was the only thing you could think of as you fell asleep.

30 Years later, and you've become sick, Shinsou is still distant and you cry more often. When he was diagnosed with heart failure you were shaken. You were both scared, too afraid to feel. You took off your glasses and he turned off the light, facing away from you as he had done for so many years. You had long stopped wondering what was the matter.

It was clear you both were successful, the size of the stones made that obvious. You were buried under a cherry tree, side by side cold and still. You finally ask him "What was the matter." He hugs you close, one hand on your waist another in your hair. You hear him sob. "I would have told you, if only you'd asked me."