Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Yo Shindo - Lemon

Requested by: magicallullabyyy

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Pikachu saved his flirting for other, less familiar women. However, if any shady characters so much as attempted to communicate with you, he would be on their asses faster than a lightning bolt. Not only was he so protective of you, though, for your older brother (two years older, in fact) was none other than Izuku Midoriya. Although he was your senior, you were an extremely capable individual, and therefore managed to skip two years of school. Unlike your brother, you had been adopted, so rather than inheriting a quirk from your parents (fire breathing from your father, object attraction from your mother), you held a much stronger power. Yours was the ability to turn into a dragon (with a side of fire breath, obviously). Despite this, there was neither tension nor bad blood between yourself and Izuku. You were eternally grateful for the positive relationship which had developed over the years.

Leading on from that, your amazing performance in the UA Sports Festival was to be expected. Both Izuku and Kaminari were rooting for you, and the victory was almost within your grasp. However, the verbally abusive prodigy that was Katsuki Bakugou won, leaving a slightly sour taste in your mouth. Your brother seemed happy enough with the outcome though, so you decided not to dwell too much on it. As it turned out, a very special (and incredibly hot) someone had been observing you intensely through his TV screen, and an infatuation had begun to blossom. That someone was Yo Shindo, a student at another hero school - Ketsubutsu. Thanks to the publicity of the Sports Festival, Shindo knew bits and pieces of your personal information, but he still wanted more. Watching that fierce, determined look creep into your eyes had been liberating, and he now desperately desired to meet you. Thankfully, he was also able to drag the location of UA High from the recesses of his memory, so he knew exactly where to find you.

From there, the plan was pretty simple: scout out the school, wait for you to either arrive or start walking out (he hadn't yet chosen a time), talk to you, provide his phone number, and just play it cool. He was certain it would be a piece of cake. After all, he swam in an aura of superiority - he was so much manlier and handsome than those wanna-be-heroes with whom you shared an education. Being an optimist and a sly bastard, he was positive you would fall in love the moment you locked eyes with him. He was going to charm you so greatly that you would be seeing the stars in his eyes for months to come. However, on the off-chance that you managed to resist his allure, he was willing to explore other (less conventional) methods in order to keep you by his side. He definitely wasn't opposed to the idea of locking you up and forcing your body into submission.

With this fantasy stapled firmly on to his brain, he showed up at the academy shortly thereafter. Since he was planning to abstain from school entirely that day, he neglected to wear his uniform, and since he was just ominously standing outside the gates, one might have assumed he had something sinister in mind. Of course, he desired your utmost affection of your own volition, but if worst came to worst, he always had that sinister, aforementioned back-up plan. The messy ravenette waited and waited, with incredible patience, for you to appear. For a moment, he wondered if he had mixed up the timings, but then his alert eyes graced your figure, and he swooned.

As if it were possible, you were even more attractive in real life. An uncharacteristic nervousness welled up in his system, but he squished it rather fiercely. He was not about to chicken out and give up - not when you had just noticed him. Your expression contorted from gleeful to confused. He couldn't blame you; if an extremely handsome male you didn't recognise requested an audience with you, it was only natural that you would be perplexed.

When you were almost close enough to caress (he really struggled not to), he provided a toothy grin, yelling, "Hey, the name's Shindo Yo! You're (Y/n) (L/n), right?"