For Henhouse-horrors

I hope you like what I've written for you! I can't thank you enough for joining my Fall in Love Event! There was a certain outdoor activity, you mentioned in your messages, that I wasn't able to include here, but I would like to focus on it in a Part Two with these two. I hope you enjoyed what you've seen so far.

MHA: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Summary: A tale of love in its purest form, Shinso reminds you that there will be no one who knows you as well as he does, you may have struggled in past relationships, but the ball is and will always be in your court. You don't need to pretend to be someone you're not, not with him. He loves you unconditionally and you have found your forever mine.

Word Count: 3199


You shift your weight to your other foot and pivot to the side, a frown on your features as you scrutinize everything about the young woman staring back at you, you're wondering if your clothes look right, if they fit you ok because your height is nearly six feet, it makes you feel horribly self-conscious about your looks. This isn't the first time you wish to be more average, at least for moments like this. You let your fingers tug at the dress hem watching the way it flutters along your legs and falls exactly at the right length. The blue shade looks lovely on you and fits you in all the right ways. It's perfect, everything is perfect...at least it should be.

'Why am I hesitating?'

It's a question you find yourself answering as your brows wrinkle between your eyes and your teeth sink into your lower lip. Slowly your fingers trail through your dirty blonde hair and you frown as you nearly destroy all your work, but another firm hand has curled along your wrist and is carefully removing your hand from your hair. "Careful," he told you firmly, his amethyst eyes landing on yours over your shoulder in the mirror. Slowly your hand lowers to your side and his hold on your wrist doesn't fade, doesn't lesson and slowly he lets his thumb brush along the inside of your wrist, fully aware of the racing pulse of your heart. He can feel it, how could he not.

You can feel his eyes on you, the heat of his gaze was going to burn you alive. You'd averted your gaze wracking your brain for something to say to him, anything to say to his understanding tone. The way he's looking at you, it tells you so much, how well he knows you. He knows everything about you and you know he's far too perceptive. You take a slow breath in and he can hear the way it hitches, can feel the way your body trembles along his own.

You know you need to get it together, this was supposed to be an important night. It was very important for your work, your job. You were expected to make an appearance at least, the holidays were right around the corner and this was a work party among so many that you knew you couldn't miss it. That wasn't true you could miss it, but you felt obligated to go, but it was the last thing you wanted to do. It wasn't your scene and you're only saving grace about the whole thing, happened to be your boyfriend Hitoshi Shinso. Who had agreed to go when you'd asked him about it three weeks ago, when you had found out.

"We don't have to go," he offers you an out, a way of escaping a situation you truly didn't want to be in. You were close to those you worked with, but you didn't like the prospect of the crowds and all the new people. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just the people from your department, but there would be so many others there too. It was such a large event that you had been dreading it the moment you'd begun to get ready for it earlier today.

Your fingers tighten into a fist at his words, but you still haven't spoken up, he doesn't press you to talk. He knows you will when you're ready, when you've decided how to say what is going through your mind. His other hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. As his fingers slowly withdraw, your other hand curls gently along his fingers and he presses his lips to your temple. "It sorta feels like I have to go," you mutter softly with a sigh, feeling a little better, a little calmer now.

He leans his cheek against yours and rests his chin on your shoulder as his other hand curls along your waist and settles on your hip, the touch is possessive, but there is nothing truly sexual about it. You both are affectionate people and physical contact was just one of the many ways you two communicate. This was also a testament to just how close you are with each other. "If you're not comfortable, we'll stay in. Besides, we have plans bright and early tomorrow." Even with his breath tickling your ear with every word he said, his gaze had not once left your own through the reflection of the mirror.

Shinsou feels you lean back against him and he only tightens his hold as your fingers trail through his hair. He gives a soft huff of sound and patiently waits for you to decide on the course of action for this evening. "Do you want to go though?" he asks softly, he might have been dressed in a pair of black slacks, dress shoes, and a royal purple dress shirt with a black vest and the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. None of that mattered though, he could easily ditch the whole outfit for a pair of comfy sweats and lounging on the couch with you watching movies and cuddling under a blanket. That sounded like a far better way of spending your time together in his opinion. He'd do this for you though, if it was what you wanted.

"Not really," you admit softly. The dress wasn't you, you were trying too hard to impress others and it wasn't at all what you were comfortable in, what you would normally wear. Who were you to be someone you weren't? It wasn't worth all the stress and anxiety anyway. You wouldn't have been there for longer than twenty minutes before you would be wanting to get out of there.

The way his fingers trail over the black stem of one of the flowers on your upper arm and follow it further to your shoulder, his fingers brushing your long hair out of his way as he moves to let his fingers slide the zipper of your dress down slowly. Allowing his lips to press against the shell of your ear. "Let's stay in," he suggests softly, his voice a low, hush of sound that does all sorts of things to you. His fingers ghost along the gray petals along your back and as the fabric parts along your shoulders as the zipper stops at the middle of the dress.

It parts falling along your upper arms and when you don't object to his attention, he continues to help the material from your shoulders, down each arm. His touch lights a fire, and your pulse races; he can see the way it hammers along your neck, can see the way color blossoms along your cheeks. The low chuckle against your ear makes you shiver, and finally, the material pools along your bare feet. He hasn't touched you in any obscene places; he's been very good with your boundaries.

He cups your cheeks in his hands as you twist in his personal space, your eyes searching his own, seeking some sort of validation that you had made the right choice. Your hands press against his chest, curl into the dark fabric of his dress shirt, the material wrinkles, but none of that matters. He gives you that half little smile that quirks up one side of his mouth. He's bolder with you, more than anyone else. His thumbs brush along your cheeks as he waits you out, letting you have all the control in whatever happens next. As long as he's with you that's all that matters, he doesn't need the glitz and the glam, just you as you are. Your smile as your lips meet his own is all that he needs.

The kiss is lazy as one arm curls along your waist to draw you closer to him, the other carefully begins to pull out each and every pin from your hair, before sliding along the end to begin the careful process of undoing all your hard work leaving your hair in long wavy strands along your back. He sucks down your laughter as you hook your leg with his as his knees brush the edge of the bed. His breath leaves in a woosh of sound as his back hits the mattress. You've broken the kiss now your laughter filling the room as you press your hand against his chest staring down into his violet eyes, his hand stretched out the pins safely contained in his fist, your hand on his wrist "I've got you now," your boastful and proud as you smile down at him through the brightly lit room.

"So you do," he says as he stretches out on your bed not at all complaining with your weight on top of him. He is proud of you, he'd been teaching you a little self defense since you two had started dating a few months ago. Your relationship was comfortable and it wasn't just about sex, there was a level of respect, comfort and ease you hadn't had in your past relationships like you did now...like you did with him. You loved him, but you hadn't said it, infact neither one of you had dropped the L word, but you often lazed around together, not always naked, but often in comfy clothes, the more carnival pleasures didn't define your relationship. You both were home bodies and generally enjoyed hanging out together, you didn't have to be doing the same thing either, sometimes you were reading and he was playing a video game with his friends and it was just real.

Shinso loved being close to you. He was very much in love with you. You didn't try to change him or demand all his time. You thought his friends were funny and he was thankful you got along with that, that they generally liked you and you felt the same. There was no awkwardness, it was as though you had fit right in with them after you got comfortable with them. It hadn't taken long for you to integrate with them. To fall into their circle. It was easy, relaxed, there was no special standard to live up to, no remarks that hid jealousy or half truths.

His last relationship had been nothing like that, it had been a horribly one sided give in his relationship, he had kept giving and giving, and there was no equality to how much she had taken and taken from him. Everything he had given was never enough. His friends were never good enough, and he'd struggled to see how far he was losing himself, until one day he had just had enough and left.

He'd taken time away from the dating scene to get his head on straight, to find himself, to find the pieces he had lost.

You two had met at a college party, it was your last wild night with a few of your friends before everything would change. The girls had dragged out to have some fun before everyone would go their separate ways in life. He had only been invited by Izuku, who was in his last semester too, but Shinso had graduated last year.

It had felt weird to be back after being out of the college scene for so long. He had a job in his field and things couldn't have been going any better for him. He'd dated here and there but he was more careful now, of who he let get close to him. A one night stand was one thing, but getting tied down again wasn't on his radar. He was content to just work for a little while and have someone warm his bed or chase a night of passion together and be gone in the morning.

He'd been ready to continue that routine, but then…then he'd met you.

It was an accident really, that he'd even found you in a crowded house party like this. Izuku had disappeared into the kitchen leaving him to linger awkwardly in the crowd of groups who were already in their own conversations. It was at that moment that he remembered why he didn't like these parties. He wasn't the type to put himself out there like that. He usually stuck with his friends but Izuku had dragged him here early and the others weren't here yet.

He started to move to the kitchen but stopped himself, he wasn't about to follow his buddy as though he was a lost puppy, he wasn't that clingy. He could manage a few minutes alone. When had he gotten to where he hated most social settings? He never used to be this anti-social.

You were talking with one of your girlfriends, he could still remember the sound of your voice as it drowned out the rest of the party when he'd heard you. You were holding a drink high over your head telling her that she didn't need to get drunk to get over her shitty ex boyfriend. The shorter brunette made a jumping grab for her drink and you had smoothly side stepped her, perfectly avoiding her, but not him as you collided. He reacted without thinking. His left arm curled along her waist, pressing along your stomach, and his right hand encircled your wrist, no longer in danger of dropping the wine glass or spilling the contents on either one of you.

"Oh my god," you let the words fall from your lips as you'd felt yourself collide with a body that didn't give an inch when you'd collided with him. "Careful," he said, keeping his voice even, as his eyes assessed everything about you when you'd nearly fallen in his lap. His eyes stayed on your own as you'd turned to stare at him, expecting so many things, but it wasn't for the man standing before you to be taller than you, for your body to tuck so perfectly against his own, even in this very public setting.

His voice caused a shiver to travel through you as you carefully extracted yourself from his hold. "I'm so sorry," you jump in quickly to apologize, but he only waves away your apology with a small quirk of his lips. "No harm done." Was his honest answer. He's just trying to come up with a reason for asking your name, but he doesn't have too, not when Izuku draws the shorter girl in for a side arm hug and quick to greet you by name. It would seem that Izuku knew literally everyone, there wasn't a time they couldn't go out, even to the most obscene places that the young charismatic young man was spotted by so many. He was definitely the type of person who didn't meet a stranger.

Izuku was also kind enough to introduce you two to each other. He could still remember the way your hand had fit into his own.

Your lips pressed against his ear as you had begun to unbutton his dress shirt, your legs easily on either side of his hips, even completely vulnerable as you were, you felt powerful, wanted, loved. He made you feel those things and so much more. The respect he had for you, was more than you could ever ask for, your physical, emotional and mental connection was something others would never truly have. "Where did you go?" you ask softly as you watch his gaze take a moment to track you as you pull the tails of his dress shirt out of his black pants, the fancy material parted along his flesh exposing his skin to the lowlights of the room and your ever seeking touch. There was nothing sexual in your movements, not right now at least.

"Do you remember how we met?" he asked you softly as his arms curl around you suddenly rolling you so you're spooned against his chest, his body heat seeping into your own. "Yeah, that was almost the worst day of my life. I almost spilled Ochako's wine all over you. I was so focused on her, that I somehow didn't see you. I'd have been absolutely mortified had that wine spilled on you," you admitted as your fingers brushed over a scar on his index finger, something he'd gotten when he'd been chopping vegetables with his mother one evening during dinner, when he'd been thirteen.

"I'd love you as much as I do now, even if you had spilled that wine all over me." You feel his whole body tense as those words hang in the air between you both, it was clear he hadn't exactly been meaning for those words to fall so casually. You lace your fingers with his and realize you have to try a little harder than normal as he's debating on a way to take back the words that he's said. He's just about to apologize before your fingers are dancing up his sides hitting the ticklish spots he'd done his best to keep hidden from you, but you'd found them the first week you had been dating and had greatly enjoyed hearing him laugh. That wasn't the only sound you enjoyed coaxing out of him.

You lock your leg with his and roll with him as he tries to escape from you and from the situation. Your arms lock around his neck and he's stilled completely with his back on your bed, not moving an inch for the likelihood of accidentally hurting you. "Wait," the single word has his gaze shifting slowly back to yours. "It's ok…I wasn't sure if you felt the same way or –" It's your turn to let your gaze drift away from his own and his hand finds your cheek. "Or?" he promotes softly, feeling the way his heart is pounding in his chest. Could it really be possible that you feel the same?

With a slow breath in, you let your gaze clash with his, finding your resolve. "If it was just me…if I was the only one in love with you." No sooner had those words left your lips than were his own claiming yours, his hands smoothing over your side, before one of his hands found your own as your fingers laced together with his.