bouquet || bnha various x male reader

| ten (s, d)

thank you guys for 5k plus reads!
also you all said you wanted bold shinsou so heres bold shinsou
also also, reminder, that this is two years in the future and people grow so shinsou is taller than he was in first year
also also ALSO this is a short chapter so i apologize

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"Who the fuck are you?" I blurted, holding the door open.

"I'm Shinsou Hitoshi. Who the fuck are you?" The purple haired kid said. I took a moment to observe him before I responded.

His hair was sticking up and was tussled like he'd just got out of bed. The bags under his eyes looked a lot like Aizawa's, maybe even darker. His eyes were a dark shade of purple and looked slightly dry. His skin was pale and with no blemishes.

"I'm [ln] [n]. Why'd you knock on my door, man? I'm trying to take a nap." I grumbled, yawning after I said that. Honestly I knew that I looked like I'd just woken up. My hair was probably tussled and my clothes were most definitely roused.

"I needed the work I missed in class." He responded smoothly, hands sliding into the pockets of his sweatpants. "I guess you're one of the new kids Aizawa told me 'bout? Which one are you? Eyeball one, dog one, plant one, demon one, or healing one?"

"Plant one, I spose. C'mon in, I'll get the work for you." I moved out of the way for him and opened the door wider. He shuffled into the room and stood beside my bed, arms crossing over his broad chest.

I moved to my desk and shuffled around some papers, searching for the work that'd we'd gotten today. Luckily, that was the only homework we'd gotten-

"Nice ass."

I turned around slowly, staring at the male's face. He was looking at my butt, which had been replaced with my groin now.

"Uh, thanks. I guess." I said, glad that my room was dark. My face was flushed and my heart had stuttered gently.

"Mind if I touch it?" Shinsoh teased, approaching as his hands re-entered his pockets. Alright, Shins-hoe, two can play this game.

"Try your best," I purred, propping myself against me desk.

He came closer, standing over me by a few inches. A smirk decorated his tired face as he reached for my desk. My face burned harder, but I maintained my bad boy facade. Oh god. He's gonna grab my ass, oh god-

"Thanks for the homework, [n]." He said my name with a smug puff.

"Bring it back soon, Hitoshi." I replied, lifting myself from the desk. He gave me a mock salute as he exited my dorm, closing the door behind him. I shoom my head and moved back towards my bed where my phone rested.

A swishing sound followed by a few thunks made me alert. I turned on my heel, hand at the ready to shove down someone's throat. I saw the trademark spiked hair and scarred skin and relaxed before I waltzed up to him.

"Hey, trash fire, you scared the shit outta me." I said, pulling him in for a hug. I felt him hesitate before he gently wrapped his arms around me.

"I know, veggie tales. It's hot when you're ready to kill someone." He said in a sassy tone. He buried his face in my hair and I snuggled my nose in his scarred neck. I took a deep inhale, smelling the ash and kinder that he smelled like.

We stood there in silence for a bit, before Dabi pulled back and stared down at my calm expression.

"I miss you. It's only been three days, but I miss you and your stupid group of friends." He sighed, staring at me solemnly. "Shigaraki and Kurogiri said they miss you too. Toga told me to get some blood from Ilya, but I don't think that'll be happening. He's probably working on his stupid experiments with his leeches again."

I laughed in agreement before I pulled away completely and dragged him to my bed so we could lay down. I was still tired from the healing process that had taken place earlier.

"Has the target come to school yet?" Dabi asked as he was settling in.

"He has. He's going as Saito Nijima here."

"Ah, okay. I'll get Shigaraki to contact him so he can deliver the goods."

"You guys never answer us when we ask what 'The Goods' are. So why are we the ones picking them up?"

I moved a bit so that my head was resting on his arm. His fingers combed through my hair, massaging my scalp.

"Can't tell ya that, sweat pea."

"Dammit."

We made small talk after that, exchanging questions and giving answers. Dabi eventually asked what we had done during school today, which made my blood boil just thinking about first period.

"Dabi, dude, we had to spar against someone, and I got paired with someone whose quirk totally had the advantage over mine! He fucked up my leg with one of the shards of ice he sent at me!" I complained.

"Oh really?" He mused, turquoise eyes peering down at me.

"Yeah! This fucker had fire and ice which is so fucking unfair against my quirk. So why the fuck did Aizawa pair me against him!" I was fuming again. My hand was curled in the soft fabric of Dabi's shirt, tugging at it when I whined.

"Did you say fire and ice?" He asked, face suddenly falling into one of seriousness.

"Yeah?"

"Does he have white and red hair parted down the middle?" I nodded. "A scar on the left side if his face?" Another nod. "One turquoise eye and one grey eye?"

"Yeah, why do you know so much about this kid, Dabi?" I asked, shifting so I was laying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows.

"[n]. That kid is my brother." Dabi growled, eyes focusing angrily onto the ceiling.

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