Ashenlyric

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi. i. appreciation "Hey, excuse me?" your voice caused Midoriya to turn, and upon making eye contact you asked, "Your pastries and cakes.. they're all made fresh here right?" Midoriya nods eagerly, and he smiled, "Our pâtissier makes it every morning." Is that so? The smile on your face makes Midoriya curious, and you responded, "I see. Please let them know thei

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi. i. appreciation "Hey, excuse me?" your voice caused Midoriya to turn, and upon making eye contact you asked, "Your pastries and cakes.. they're all made fresh here right?" Midoriya nods eagerly, and he smiled, "Our pâtissier makes it every morning." Is that so? The smile on your face makes Midoriya curious, and you responded, "I see. Please let them know thei

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Y-ES0eu6y0&feature=youtu.be&list=PLDDB91587DF81478D Please listen while you read!) Gardenia - a symbol of purity and sweetness Another morning, another spring mist washing over the filthied city. All is still and quiet for once within the walls. Despite an everlasting, lingering aura of terror, seeping into every crack, every splinter of every roof, there remains an uncomfortable silence as the dawn breaks. Soft, cotton sheets cocoon the two in a shield of warmth from the crisp, morning air. A mess of hair twist and cascade over matted pillows. Limbs entangled. Fingers interlocked. Warm skin presses into t

 WARNING: Strong Language      You wrap your arms around the waist of your instantly tensed up boyfriend from behind. "Hey Yata." You hum into his back, nuzzling your face into his sweatshirt. You can just feel him start to sweat at your presence, his form not relaxing in the slightest.    “C-C’mon (F/n).” He quietly whines to you, embarrassment and nervousness as evident as ever in his voice.    “What?” You whine right back. “This is what couples do, Misaki.” You lift your head up so that it’s now resting atop his shoulder. You give him a small pout but his discomfort doesn’t allow