Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Tsungau Hakamata ღ Best Jeanist

Requested by: HylaAllen-Piper

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A modest age gap of around twenty years didn't appear to faze your classmates - they still persistently shipped you with the much-revered fibre hero, Best Jeanist. This was due in part to the near-identical natures of your quirks, but also because of the incomparable affections mounting in your heart. Everyone around you knew, and some were seemingly far more enthusiastic than others. Both in their heads and aloud, they concocted various schemes in order to bring the two of you together. Of course, this was made ever-easier by your family's pro-hero status, since it allowed the subject of discussion to flit in and out of your vision quite often. He was, as far as you were aware, completely oblivious to your powerful emotions. Also, because of the aforementioned age gap, you figured that spilling the beans would only force an awkward barrier between you. Thus, the clandestine feelings remained locked away in the confides of your heart, always aching to achieve liberation, but never actually succeeding. Those closest to you, the Bakusquad in particular, had coaxed your tongue into telling the truth, over a disastrous game of Spin The Bottle.

They would never permit you to live down such an embarrassing reality - it was hardly akin to a simple celebrity crush. The man you had learned to address by name was virtually a member of your family; he was accustomed to looking after and caring for you, at times when both your parents were on a job. He taught you the values and ideals of a true hero, and recounted tales of daring missions either he or his colleagues had undertaken. Due to the likeness of your powers, the slick-haired male helped shape your early childhood, giving rise to some heroic inclinations. As the veil of infancy lifted, a new set of emotions began to blossom, in regards to the blonde. For years, your brain ensured that said male was your end-goal; he became the one you strove to reflect.

Love was the strongest flavour in the potion he offered to you. Being a naïve child, you accepted his words and his actions as those of a benevolent adult. In time, the budding feelings welling up inside his chest burst, the butterflies ghosting their tiny wings across the lining of his stomach. You became the reason he fought, the reason he always won his battles; creating a world in which you could live safely, free from the shackles of villains and all their negativity, became his sole purpose.

Although, he doubted that this would ever crop up in conversation.

"Did something happen today, at school?" He prompted, upon noticing the bashful expression on your face, as well as the dark red hue dusting your cheeks.

"Huh?" You were (rather violently) knocked out of your not-so-fond recollections, and proceeded to stare at the object of your affections in extreme confusion. "Something at school?"

"Yes, you seem to be spacing out." He raised his cup, sipping the piping-hot tea while maintaining eye-contact with you.

Utter mortification at being called out, and the subsequent embarrassment at the thought of telling him anything of what had happened, made you fall silent. After all, throughout the entire day, your friends had been feeding you devilish plans concerning the well-dressed man before you. They suggested a 'light-hearted' game, such as Spin The Bottle or Seven Minutes in Heaven (you pointed out that it wouldn't work all too well, when there were only two participants - suspicion would surely arise quite swiftly). Another recommendation had been to catch him off-guard, bind his wrists and ankles with rope, and force him into a sexual act. However, you assured them that this too would be impossible, considering the man's craftiness. Also, you didn't wish to assault him without consent, so that particular plan was out of the question.

As you mulled things over, he spoke again in that angelic voice, "Who says you don't have my consent?"

You immediately stopped thinking, instead opting to panic and apologise profusely.

 "I-I said that out loud?!?"

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