"𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬." Shinsou would have never expected anything 'special' to happen in his freshman year, thinking he'd just brush by with no attention payed to his usually, invisible presence. That is until, an energetic blonde starts hanging out with him just because he helped his hand out of vending machine. [no quirks! au] [college au]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐰, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 caressed 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. "𝐎𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰?" Hitoshi has forgotten what love felt like; focused more on whether the key to the alcohol cabinet is locked or if he's tidied everything in the house, perhaps how knives hurt when they were left to heat atop the stove or how tea was scalding hot when it was thrown in his face. Denki is there to show him how nice it is to simply love, to adore and treasure. [warning: descriptions of abuse and attempted PTSD!]

Shinsou is the front man in the police department and the side man working as Eraserhead's progeny. He is careful and selective about his cases and his work, often choosing his work by hand- yet he's confronted by a slim file and Aizawa's straight face. "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭."