Unmasking The Heart

Unmasking the Heart

Y/N and Shoji share a quiet romance, built on trust and unspoken affection. After witnessing a passionate kiss between two students, Y/N realizes how much she craves the intimacy she's never had with Shoji.

Tags: First kiss, Insecurity, Private Relationship, Affection, Mild Suggestive Themes (18+), GN! Reader, Light Angst

W/C: 1.8k

~Hey everyone! I've been writing for a while, but this is the first story l'm posting here. I actually wrote it months ago on a different platform and just now decided to share it. If y'all like this one, I have tons of other stories sitting in my drafts that l'd love to post-let me know what you think!~

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The polished floors of UA High echoed with the soft murmur of students transitioning between lunches. You and Shoji were walking outside the corridor during lunch, opting to enjoy the nice day. There was a spot you two enjoyed occupying on days like this—a shaded area behind a tree that provided some privacy from other students.

A comfortable silence hung between you two, your steps in sync as you walked side by side. You’d been dating for a couple of months now, but neither of you made a big show of affection in public. Only those who paid close attention could see the depth of your connection—something more than just friendship.

As you turned toward your usual spot, your peaceful moment was shattered by an unexpected scene. Just ahead, two students stood locked in a kiss, completely lost in each other. Your breath hitched, heat rushing to your cheeks. Despite them being the ones engaging in PDA, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed witnessing it—almost as if you were the one who had been caught.

A gentle tug on the sleeve of your sweater pulled you from your daze. Shoji was quietly signaling for you to leave. When you glanced up to meet his gaze, you were surprised to see a blush creeping up from beneath his mask, the pink hue deepening across his cheeks. Shoji, who was usually calm and collected, rarely letting others affect him, was blushing? It was a small detail considering his mask was hiding his cheeks, but it didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Without a word, you both walked away. Yet, the image lingered in your mind, making it difficult to pretend you hadn’t seen the kiss. An awkward silence settled between you as you hurried to find another spot.

That night, as you sat at your vanity, brushing your freshly washed hair, the thought of the kiss haunted you. The carefree way they were able to show affection, so natural and unguarded, replayed over and over in your mind.

Something stirred deep within you—an ache you hadn’t realized was there. You and Shoji hadn’t had your first kiss yet. And for that to happen, he would have to take off his mask.

You knew about Shoji’s insecurities—he had confided in you about his scars, the ones he kept hidden beneath the fabric. He had told you how he felt his face made others uncomfortable, how he wore the mask more for their sake than his own. The thought of him feeling the need to hide himself from the world hurt more than you could put into words. You boyfriend was too selfless.

But you never pushed him. You understood his hesitation and respected his boundaries. Still, you wished he could see himself the way you saw him—strong, kind, and so much more than just his appearance.

Days passed in a blur of classes and training, but the quiet ache remained. The deeper your bond with Shoji grew, the more you yearned to be closer to him—not just emotionally, but physically. You wanted to erase the lingering doubts you knew still resided in his heart.

One evening, as you sat together in your dorm with textbooks and notebooks scattered around, Shoji noticed the distant look in your eyes. He was always observant, attuned to even the smallest changes in the people around him. You weren’t acting withdrawn, but your mind was clearly elsewhere.

"Y/N," he said gently, his voice soft with concern, "Is something bothering you?"

His question caught you off guard. Your heart skipped a beat. The words you had been struggling to say for days were suddenly on the tip of your tongue. You couldn’t find the right way to express what you felt, so you averted your gaze, twisting the fabric of your sweater.

"It’s nothing," you mumbled, forcing a smile, but your eyes didn’t meet it.

Your boyfriend didn’t buy it. He stayed quiet for a moment, giving you space to speak if you chose to. When you didn’t, he tried again, his voice steady and full of reassurance.

"Y/N, you can talk to me. Whatever it is, I want to understand."

His words settled over you like a comforting weight, grounding you. You swallowed hard, breath catching in your throat.

""It’s just been on my mind lately," you admitted, voice faltering. "Ever since we saw that couple, I…" You hesitated, unsure how to put it into words.

You took a shaky breath. "I’ve been thinking about kissing you," you finally murmured, heat rushing to your face in embarrassment.

You could feel the flush creeping up your neck. "I don’t want you to feel pressured," you added quickly. "I know it probably sounds stupid, and I…" You trailed off, watching his expression.

Shoji went still, caught off-guard by your confession. He had always admired your straightforwardness, but now it was his turn to be at a loss for words. His hands tightened on the table before him, his face flushing a soft pink before he took in what you had said. He knew you meant no harm, but a part of him felt scared. He wanted to say something, to reassure you, but he couldn't get the words out, the insecurity drowning him.

The silence stretched on, and you could see him battling within himself. You watched him closely, your heart sinking as hesitation flickered in his eyes. That look—the way he seemed to shrink into himself—made your chest ache.

"I don’t want you to hide from me," you said, your voice now firm. "Not from me, Mezo."

Gently, you reached out, resting your hands on either side of his face. "I need you to hear me," you whispered. "I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I care about you—all of you. And I wish you could see yourself the way I do."

Your thumbs brushed over the fabric of his mask. "You’re the most selfless, strongest person I know. And I swear, nothing could ever change the way I feel about you."

He was still, so still, but you felt his breath tremble, his resolve wavering beneath the weight of your words.

"Y/N, I… I don't want to lose you," he murmured, his voice thick with fear. "I’m used to this happening, but it’s different with you. What if you don’t feel the same way anymore?"

Your heart clenched at his words. You gently brushed your thumb across his masked jawline. "Mezo," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I love you with the mask, and I’ll love you without the mask, with scars, without scars. I love all of you. You are beautiful to me, inside and out."

Shoji’s eyes glistened, tears threatening to spill as the weight of his fears—of the rejection he had braced for—slowly began to lift. Your love, patient and unwavering, reached the wounds he had kept hidden for so long, healing him in ways he never thought possible.

Without thinking, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against the fabric of his mask. It wasn’t the first kiss you had imagined, but in this moment, it meant something deeper. It was a quiet vow, a promise that nothing about him could ever push you away.

He exhaled shakily, his hand trembling as it covered yours, the warmth of his touch an unspoken acknowledgment. Then, with careful movements, he removed your hands from his face and sat up straighter, tension coiling in his posture.

"Close your eyes," he murmured.

You obeyed without hesitation, squeezing them shut. You listened as he undid the clasps of his mask, the soft rustling of fabric as it fell away.

His hands reached for yours, guiding your fingers to his face. As your touch met his skin, you felt the contours of his scars—the raised ridges, the uneven texture—each mark a roadmap of his past, now yours to explore.

Your fingertips traced along the sharp line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his cheek, the depth of each scar. You could feel his tears, warm and unguarded, slipping down his face.

Your hands moved to cup his cheeks with a tenderness meant to soothe. "Mezo," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering love, "You are so beautiful."

Slowly, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, then deepened with the weight of months of unspoken emotions finally breaking free. It was raw, full of quiet devotion, a silent reassurance that nothing had changed—only strengthened.

When you finally parted, you opened your eyes, drinking in the sight of him. His expression held a vulnerability you had never seen before, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. But there was none. You took in every curve, every mark, every beautiful imperfection—memorizing him, loving him, just as he was.

Damn. Your boyfriend is hot.

The thought hit you so suddenly that you barely had time to process it before you were leaning in again, drawn to him like gravity. This kiss was different— more desperate. You just wanted to feel him, to drown in the warmth of his touch. Your fingers tangled in his white locks, giving a gentle pull that sent a shiver through him.

Two of Shoji’s hands gripped your waist, hesitant yet firm, while the others hovered uncertainly, as if unsure where they belonged. Slowly, you shifted closer, straddling him, feeling the sharp hitch in his breath against your lips.

The kiss grew more fervent, months of unspoken feelings, stolen glances, and quiet longing spilling into each movement. You gasped softly as his hands tightened around you, grounding himself in the moment. When you accidentally bit his lip, a low, unexpected moan escaped him, sending heat coursing through your veins.

The room was filled with the sound of ragged breaths and quiet moans as your hands explored every contour of each other’s bodies, committing them to memory. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a silent vow—one of trust, of love, of something deeper than words could ever convey.

When you finally parted, foreheads pressed together, your chests rose and fell in sync. Shoji swallowed hard, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you, Y/N."

Your heart soared, and a soft smile curled at your lips. "I love you too, Mezo."

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my hero academia mezo shoji my pookie MEZO MY LOVE ugh this is so cute

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲? 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. • 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐢 × 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

contains: mention of sucky parents, shoji's horrible village, scars, CUTENESS, FLUFF, shoji being a cutie patootie, mwah mwah kissy kissy

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The rain poured down onto the pavement as I trudged across the grounds. I had forgotten my umbrella once again, and I hadn't expected it to start storming just as I was heading home. Well, as much as a home it could be.

I had no money for the bus or train, my phone was dead, and even if I could call my parents I knew they wouldn't come to pick me up. They had never cared much for me, even once I got accepted into UA, they gave me the cold shoulder.

The sound of feet slapping against the wet pavement pulled me out of my pity party. I glanced up to be met with black eyes. Shoji. He held out an umbrella, covering my trembling form, "want me to walk you home?" His deep voice startled me, my eyes widening slightly. "Oh no, you don't have to..." He shook his head, his gaze searching for mine, "I don't mind."

Turning to the side, I averted his gaze, "my house is pretty far, I don't want to make you walk so far." I stepped closer, "again, I really don't mind. I could use the walk anyway." His eyes were piercing, and I looked away quickly, nodding slowly. "Alright..." The silence was thick and tense, one of his arms holding the umbrella over me, the other two resting idly at his side. His firm but gentle voice dragging me out of my thoughts, "Are you... scared of me?" his voice trembled ever so slightly. My head snapped up, "scared? Of you? Why would I be scared?" He shook his head, "Sorry that was stupid... it's just, you always act so nervous, I was worried it was because of me."

My cheeks darkened as I realized what he was talking about. I had had a crush on Shoji ever since I met him. His strong form, and gentle words always managed to put me at ease. "I could never be scared of you, Shoji." His gentle gaze met mine, and I swear I could see hints of red peaking out from his mask. He cleared his throat, looking back down to the pavement. "I'm glad."

It was silent again, save for the splash of our feet hitting the ground, and the thoughts racing in my head. Why would he ever think I was scared of him? Who could ever be scared of such a gentle person like Shoji? These questions tore against my mind, and before I could stop myself, my lips were moving. "Why would you think I'd be scared of you?" He stopped dead in his tracks, and I turned to face him, my hands fiddling nervously in front of me. His dark eyes met mine slowly, before swerving away.

"Most people are. Or disgusted." His voice was low, wavering, and my hand involuntarily reached up to grab at one of his free hands. Our fingers laced together, his eyes meeting mine once again, an unsureness I had never seen before settled in his dark gaze. "I could never be disgusted by you, Shoji," I spoke quietly, tentatively. "Mezo. Please." I smiled gently at his words, "Mezo." I tried the name out, it sounded foreign yet somehow... right, on my tongue. "Thank you..." He spoke lowly, almost nervously.

My eyebrows scrunched in concern as he didn't meet my eyes. Something was still wrong, and I was unsure what to do. "What's wrong?" He shook his head, "nothing." "I know you're lying, Mezo." I could feel him shiver slightly, and whether that was due to the cold or my words, I would never know. I looked up at the sky, the rain still poured down, and we were still quite far from my home. I looked back to him, his face hung low, his silver hair sweeping over his eyes, the pale blue mask covering his other features. I had never asked why he wore the mask, but suddenly, I had the strong urge to know what lay beneath it.

I stepped closer, his form looming over mine, my free hand moving from my side to his face. I gently trailed my fingers over the edge of his mask, his face jerking up to see me better. "Why do you wear this mask?" I questioned, my voice holding only curiosity. His eyes held a slight fear, so I retracted my hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" "No, please, it's... I... don't mind." His voice quivered, and held an emotion I couldn't quite place. Longing? I didn't know.

I rested my hand on his shoulder, waiting patiently for his answer. "It's... it doesn't really matter..." I shook my head, "please, I want to know." His gaze uncertain, his shoulders tense. He sighed, "my village... doesn't exactly like heteromorphs. You don't need to hear my sob story but... people were afraid of my face, so I covered it. Hoping people would be less afraid of me if I wasn't so scary looking." His hand that was interlaced with mine trembled slightly, I rubbed my thumb soothingly against the back of his. "You're not scary," he chuckled humorlessly, "You wouldn't say that if you knew what I looked like." I took a breath, "then show me."

His eyes widened, "w—what?" "Show me, Mezo, I want to know what you look like. Then I can determine how scary you really are." I grinned slowly, he shook his head, "no—no I don't want to lose you—" I laughed at the thought, "Lose me? That will never happen. I swear by it. Even if I'm frightened, I won't leave you, ever." His gaze was wide, unbelieving, hopeful. He looked away. "Are... are you sure?" I nodded.

His hand dropped from mine. He wordlessly reached his hand up, hesitating over his mask, before hooking his finger in and pulling it down. My jaw fell as a small gasp escaped my lips. Scary? He was beautiful. His lips were long and thin, scars trailed over just about every inch of skin I could see. Once again I wondered how anyone could be scared of him, and for the first time I wondered, 'What happened to him?' He looked at me nervously, his hand fiddling with the fabric of his mask. I was snapped out of my daze as he opened his mouth to speak, scarred skin pulling at his lips, and revealing his perfectly white teeth, "Y/N...?" He had never said my name before. He had never spoken to me with his actual mouth. I felt a sudden surge of affection for him, my heart twisting painfully.

Suddenly I was moving, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my lips into his. He startled, dropping the umbrella, causing the rain to hit me once again, drenching our bodies. I pulled away, "I'm sorry—I—I shouldn't ha—" He cut me off, his lips crashing against mine once again. All of his 6 limbs wrapped around my smaller form, his main two coming up to my neck, holding me gently to his face as his lips moved against mine. Another pair wrapped around my back, hands caressing and tugging, at my hair, on my back; the last pair fit snug around my waist, his thumbs gently brushing against the skin of my stomach that had been revealed.

It was overwhelming, yet oh so wonderfully him. I melted into his touch, my fingers entangled in his hair, running across the scars on his neck and his face. He hummed against my lips, his touch gentle and yet bruising at the same time. I tilted my head to the side slightly, his lips moved feverishly against mine, the kiss deep and warm. We pulled away from each other slowly, gasping for air. I rested my head against his chest, his strong arms pulling me flush against him.

I was suddenly aware of the rain pouring down, my hair and clothes soaked through. "My apartment is right around the corner, stay with me? At least until the rain stops." I nodded, grinning up at him. His face turned red as he pulled a hand from where it rested on my neck to cover my head from the rain. I ran my hand through his soaked hair, and our lips met again. Slow and gentle, nothing like the first one which was hot and quick. I smiled against his lips, pulling away slightly. "You could never be scary, Mezo. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

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i am a FIRM mezo shoji lover, he has my heart forever and always. he doesn't get enough love (cept for you blair-vvitch, ily) so I HAD to write something for him. everytime I see his little face I get horrible cuteness aggression so I attempted to showcase that in this. hope you liked it heehee

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mha bnha my hero academia boku no hero academia mezo shoji shouji mezou mezo shoji x reader shouji x reader shoji has my heart 4ever and ever heehee

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badslittlemuffin

1 year ago

Plot twist: Alya is over one day and all of a sudden BeReal goes off so she takes hers, and Marinette, not thinking, takes out her phone and does BeReal too

"Oh I didn't know you had BeReal!" And then she looks and sure enough Ladybug's BeReal pops up with Alya and Marinette in it

Marinette quickly realizes her mistake and deletes it immediately but the damage has already been done

Nino texts Adrien the picture

Adrien races over to Marinette's house and knocks on her trapdoor

Alya faints

Bunnix appears "seriously?"

I have this headcannon that like Marinette has a BeReal account for Ladybug so whenever she's on patrol she'll take a BeReal of the sunset or smthn and once when she's on patrol with Chat Noir she takes a BeReal with him so then he gets it too

And like they are friends on BeReal and then Alya is also friends with them so she can post the BeReals on the Ladyblog

Then at one point LB just makes her account public so all of paris can see them without Alya having to post them

Tikki doesn't approve of any of it

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miraculous ladybug ladybug and chat noir bereal bunnix is so done ladybug has bereal alya posts them on the ladyblog marinette being marinette chaos

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badslittlemuffin

1 year ago

THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!!

Hear me out; a Renegades tv show animated in the style of Arcane/Spider-verse

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renegades marissa meyer nova artino adrian everhart

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badslittlemuffin

1 year ago

And like they are friends on BeReal and then Alya is also friends with them so she can post the BeReals on the Ladyblog

Then at one point LB just makes her account public so all of paris can see them without Alya having to post them

Tikki doesn't approve of any of it

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miraculous ladybug ladybug and chat noir bereal ladybug has bereal alya posts them on the ladyblog chaos

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badslittlemuffin

1 year ago

So the other day my friend was spending the night and I was trying to suggest things to do, so I went on Disney+ so if she wanted to watch anything and I started suggesting things as jokes like Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and then I clicked on Miraculous and started playing Derision (she doesn't like Miraculous) but I had already started watching it and I was about to click off and she was like "HOLD UP, WHY SHE PANICKING??" cuz like Mari was freaking out and we ended up watching the whole episode and then I showed her the whole dream in Perfection and she hated every moment of it😍😍

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miraculous ladybug ladybug and chat noir mlb season 5 spoilers ml derision ml perfection she hates miraculous thats it thats the story

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badslittlemuffin

6 months ago

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS!!!

finally opening these because i now have nowhere to live!!!!!! commissioning will mean helping me fund hotel & food expenses for 2 people as well as my dog!! please consider commissioning or donating if at all possible. or a simple reblog would be awesome too. thank you! :)

- i take half of the payment before the process starts and half after completion for larger commissions!

- my kofi !!!

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any questions don’t hesitate to ask!!

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