my hero academia oneshots

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"Come to me, my handsome boy."

Your boyfriend spared you an amused glance as you threw your arms open, waiting for his touch with closed eyes. You peeked one open to find Mezou still standing in front of his door. The two of you were in his dorm room, you on his futon.

"Hello? Mezou? Are none of your hands ears?" you inquired with a scoff, getting to your feet. "I require affection and attention."

"You should be okay for a few more minutes," he chuckled, "I've got some homework to do."

You made a strangled sound in the back of your throat and clutched at your chest. "Do you want me to die?" you gasped, horrorstruck.

"Of course not," your boyfriend soothed. He smoothed down the hair on your head and pressed a kiss with one of his hands to your revealed forehead. "You can sit next to me while I work," offered Mezou, "if you really want some contact."

"Very well." You narrowed your eyes at him. "Don't think this pardons you for later, boo thang." All Mezou did was laugh as he passed you to sit down on his futon, setting his school bag beside him. He always stayed in class for about ten minutes longer to help with the cleaning in case there was any. He was the best. Plus, many hands made light work, and he had six.

"Don't you have homework, too?" Mezou mused. He took out his papers and a pencil, looking through the mathematics sheet assigned by Ectoplasm. He was smart, too. The perfect boyfriend.

"Nope. Not when I'm with you."

You sat down beside him, quick to encircle your arms around your gentle giant of a boyfriend and to press your cheek into his perpetually warm arm. You felt, more than heard, Mezou's chuckle.

"You're like my personal little kotatsu," you chirped as you pulled away just far enough to pepper kisses around his arm—wherever you could reach. You knew Mezou struggled with appearance, and especially how other's saw him, so you had made it your life's work to show him he was loved and appreciated. "Just so warm and cozy and comfy and warm. You just... you make me feel safe, Mezou."

Mezou was quiet for a moment. Then, without so much as a warning, his school work was tossed to the side and you were cupped in his arms instead.

"I love you," he murmured before he tugged down the mask he wore over his face and used his now exposed mouth to kiss your crown, your nose, your cheeks. It had taken Mezou a while to get comfortable enough with you to show you his mouth; he still wouldn't kiss you on the lips with it. But you loved him and would help him along every step of the way.

"I love you, too, my handsome boy," you cooed in return.

Mezou's hugs were the greatest thing in the entire world, of that you were 100% positive. They felt like you were being embraced by three muscular, warm, soft boys at the same time and they were all Mezou, because in all honesty that was what made it the best in the first place.

You just closed your eyes and felt all the tension in your body melt away. You were with the person you loved most in the world doing what you loved most in the world. And that was all you needed.

{unedited.}