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(All of this started because of this image lol, hope you enjoy it!)
Taishiro perked up from the couch, a repetition of soft knocks broke the silence of his apartment - Who the hell? How late is it? The BMI hero had gotten pretty banged up earlier that day during an intense battle with a group of villains trying to hold up a bank. He managed to burn off most, if not all, of his fat in the process leaving him too exhausted to replenish his stores after Kirishima and Tamaki dropped him off at home. Taishiro knew that if he laid down for a bit then he could manage to sit up long enough to consume something later, but he didn’t expect to be passed out for so long. He ran a bandaged hand through his messy blonde hair and slowly pulled himself up and off the couch. The room was dark except for what little glow seeped in through the blinds from the moon. Feeling around the couch for his phone, he sighed when his search came up empty - Shit...must have left it at work. He quickly glanced over to the digital display of a clock just over his TV - 3:45 am, even more reason to be wary of an unannounced visitor. The scuffed up hero decided to air on the side of caution in his weakened state and called out.
“Who is it?”
“Oh! Uhm…” Taishiro’s eyes widened, he instantly recognized that soft and unsure voice and managed to rush towards the door. He opened the door, quickly managing the locks as he steadied himself against the frame, and there you were.
Doe eyed, cheeks lightly dusted with blush, you stood in the doorway holding a large pink pastry box. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, your eyes trained on the door mat as he opened the door.
“(Y/N), hey…” you felt your heart flutter as he said your name. “How did you know where...?”
His question didn’t seem to catch you off guard as you quickly responded before he could finish, knowing you’d have to answer for the impromptu visit.
“You weren't answering your phone and I got worried, so I stopped by your office.” Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for the intrusion even if you were assured by his team mates it would be okay. “I ran into Kirishima and he told me what happened and gave me your address.”
Your eyes finally took in the slouching figure struggling to stay propped up in front of you as you spoke. Wearing only a pair of black sweatpants hanging from his sculpted hips and bandages scattered about covering his skinny form, the normally plush hero looked exhausted. The soft cotton material of the wraps clung to the dips and peeks of his muscles, and his sweatpants created an unmistakable contour around his groin, making the scene much more erotic than it probably should have been. Warmth began to pool between your legs, until your arousal was quashed by the defeated expression on his face.
“Tai…” reaching out, you carefully caressed the side of his face that wasn’t bandaged and tried to muster up a soft smile. “Looks like you had a rougher day than I thought.”
Taishiro managed a half smile and nodded, his face instinctually leaning into your touch. After a second, realizing the embarrassingly intimate nature of his reaction, he straightened himself, pulling his face away. His hand found the back of his neck and he turned his face to the side, hoping you wouldn’t notice the severe blush now radiating from his cheeks.
“I’m guess’n I left it on my desk and...uh...” Taishiro scrambled to explain but soon slouched over sighing - he did not have the stamina to put on any air of confidence or charisma, even for you. He hadn’t eaten anything since visiting the hospital, the calories of that meager meal were easily burnt off as he rested. You start to push past him and into his apartment, he reaches out to stop you but is interrupted by your finger on his lips.
“You’re obviously starving. Be a good hero and show me your kitchen.” Tai paused with his eyes wide.
“Now, mister.” For someone so small, you had absolutely no problem bossing the poor giant around...and he weirdly respected that, as well as low-key enjoyed it. Taishiro sighed in defeat, smiled at the stubbornly cute face you’re making and pointed to the kitchen. You nodded and gave him a giant victorious grin, reaching up on your toes to tousle his blonde locks - taking full advantage of his slouching posture.
“Hehe, good. Now, let’s get you back to fat and happy!” you turn on your heel and skip to the kitchen.
Making a fast assessment of all the various ingredients in Taishiro’s kitchen you quickly planned a simple but hearty stew that wouldn’t take too much time to cook in a large enough batch for the beaten up hero. You hear him chuckle in the other room followed by a soft thud of what you guessed was his body slumping back onto the couch.
“You really don’t have to do this, darlin’,” trying one last time to convince you not to waste any more energy on him but he knew it was futile, but he honestly wasn’t complaining. The idea of an adorable woman cooking for him was his deepest fantasy - at least, his deepest G rated fantasy.
The whole situation was even more welcomed seeing as how you and Taishiro had gotten so close over the last several months after you had moved to Esuha City. You had come to work for your friend who had opened their own specialty pastry shop just a few blocks away from the hero’s home. At the time you felt like you needed a big change in your life, you had no idea what that would even be but moving to the city sounded like a good start.
Taishiro couldn’t help but smile at the memory of how you both met at a little 24 hour takoyaki stand. You, working the graveyard shift baking all the goods to sell the following day, popped out for a break and a quick adventure to get to know the new city you’d be calling home. He remembered how gobsmacked you looked when you saw him in all of his 8’3” round glory. The way your eyes gazed up at him, full of curiosity and excitement made him blush instantly. It was clearly written on your face, you looked like a kitten ready to pounce on a giant plushie and honestly, he would have let you.You were the cutest thing he’d ever laid eyes on in all the years he’d patrolled the city. So when you excitedly introduced yourself and begged him to come visit your bakery after hours, he knew you were something special.
“Hush, you!” Taishiro’s stroll down memory lane was interrupted by your adorably annoyed voice.
“You clearly haven’t had the energy to make the food you need. I am making you stew and you’re going to eat it. Copy that?” your confident attitude always comes out when you insist on taking care of him, be it feeding him or patching him up. Taishiro always got embarrassed if you made any kind of fuss over him but he had grown to enjoy the attention more and more over time. He honestly had no idea where you were both heading in terms of your friendship and was too self conscious to assume anything. His fat form was always a deal breaker growing up and the more he became established as a hero, the more often he had to maintain it. Taishiro was happy to have you in his life, he knew he cared about you whether you were his friend or more. Not wanting to risk something so precious to him, he was content to stay just like this - friends.
“Heh, I don’t know what I’d do without ya’, darlin’.”
“Apparently starve.”
Taishiro barked out a laugh letting his head fall back across the top of the couch, the back of his hand covering his eyes while he took in this moment. He could hear you start to softly hum in a vague rhythm matching a knife hitting the cutting board. A distinct tugging sensation pulled in his chest. He couldn’t seem to recognize this feeling at first, or maybe he just didn’t want to. Before he could dive too deep into any protruding thoughts, the smell of fried sugary dough caught his attention making his stomach cramp with hunger. He looked over towards the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes locked on to the cake box resting on the small dining table. Its pastel pink color standing out like a beacon in the otherwise simple muted tones of his apartment. Suddenly, the BMI hero became a man on a mission, now laser focused on finding out what sweet treasure was hiding inside.
You hear Taishiro’s heavy footsteps close in from the living room - even in his skinny form he was still quite large making his movements extremely obvious when he didn’t make an effort to soften his steps. There was a pause followed by the shuffling of fingers struggling to open the lid. His proportions, at times dampening his dexterity, made delicate things like that difficult. You always found it downright entertaining as hell to watch him struggle, kinda like an impatient raccoon, with such a silly thing.
“You’re going to spoil your dinner,” your tone was very reminiscent of a mother catching their child red handed trying to sneak sweets before dinner.
“Psh, you know that ain’t possible,” he chortled. “Whatcha’ bring me?”
Taishiro whispered a ‘ yes’ in victory when he finally got a hold of the lid enough to pry it open. Nestled inside was, visually, a very familiar treat - takoyaki, but the sweet smell coming from it was the exact opposite of what he would expect.
“Hey (Y/N), what’s this?” Cocking his head, he skewered one of the little balls with a toothpick and popped it in his mouth. The look of surprise turned into one of satisfaction as he savored the sugary confection, chewing loudly while soft moans and ‘mmms’ escaped from his smacking lips before he swallowed. Taishiro’s audible appreciation for anything you made him always managed to make your knees feel weak, forcing you to take notice of how the tip of his wet tongue would peek out between his lips to savor every last crumb. Watching him eat had slowly become more erotic to you over time. Now the thought of making and serving him food not only made you happy but also stoked a heat inside you leaving your panties in an embarrassingly moistened state.
“I love how you eat it before I have a chance to answer,” you managed to stay composed long enough to roll your eyes dramatically at the hero happily stuffing his face. Taishiro’s cheeks pinkened as grinned, the toothpick between his teeth. Reaching a hand behind his neck he chuckled nervously.
“Not like it’s poison or som’thin’.”
“Say’s you,” you gave a devilish smirk making his eyes widen before turning back to the ingredients on the counter. “It’s a sweet takoyaki, I had been messing with the idea for a while.” Your voice started trailing off, your chest felt tight. “I made them...just for you,” a hard thud of your heart punctuating the last part. You start chewing on the inside of your cheek trying to stay out of your head - and out of the gutter. Taishiro huffed at your teasing as he continued munching on his snack.
“Oh man (Y/N), these are great!”
“Hey, leave me one!” whipping around to face him you’re startled by Tai’s new position right behind you - Guess he decided to make an effort . Holding the box in one hand, the other playfully presented you with a takoyaki. He chewed happily and gestured for you to take the sweet little morsel. Your eyes focused on the treat and you instinctively leaned in and ate it from his hand, your lips accidentally ghosting against the hero’s finger and thumb. Taishiro froze for a moment from the contact and swallowed hard, desperately trying to fight the carnal reaction simmering inside him from physically manifesting in his pants.
“These came out better than I thought!” Savoring it, you let slip your own ‘mmms’ of satisfaction. Keeping your eyes more level with Taishiro’s abdomen, you tried to suppress another blush on your face. He watched you politely cover your mouth and felt his insides twitch when he heard you swallow. Looking down at the top of your head, he suddenly felt the need to take note of how much smaller you were compared to him. How your head was almost at the perfect height to just lean forward and wrap your soft lips around - ‘ Dude! Get a grip!’ Taishiro aggressively shook his head and bit down on his tongue to center himself. All this was starting to become too much for the giant and he desperately looked for salvation from his probing desires. Finishing up in the kitchen, you turned the burner down low and placed a lid on top of the simmering pot. Dusting your hands together you nodded as you inspected the kitchen and found its state acceptable to finally sit down with your wounded hero and relax.
“How about we take the rest of your snack into the living room?” You reached out and grabbed Taishiro’s hand - more like his finger, and led him to the couch before he could answer. “The stew should simmer for at least 20 minutes but the longer it cooks the more tender the meat gets.” You gave him an exaggerated wink and then laughed when he rolled his eyes and let out an affectionate groan.