all might / toshinori yagi : - is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it ) - uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror - forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )
present mic / hizashi yamada : - makes his own songs / cover songs - lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all ) - has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair
eraserhead / aizawa shouta : - wears glasses - got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, ) - had a pet hamster called momo when he was little
mr. principal / nezu : - is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster - he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, ) - never finds his shoesize in the adults section
midnight / nemuri kayama : - only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily - has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk - got heartbroken many times,,,,
thirteen : - often gets misgendered, because of her costume - is considered scary when it comes to her quirk - is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture
ectoplasm : - super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers ) - draws smiley faces on good tests - has a good fashion style but fails to show it
( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)
if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !
You CANNOT tell me that Bakugo and Deku aren’t those crazy motherfuckers who’d straight up BITE their opponents in a battle as any other fighting resource (such as a kick, etc)
Do you think outside of his hero costume Mic wears a lot of turtlenecks? Like his directional speaker doubles as protection, and without he feels super exposed and vulnerable?
Maybe the only place he feels comfortable enough to be so exposed is home. And thats wherever Shouta is.
“Are we having an English sub today?” Denki asked, sitting up slightly as he registered the time.
Their next class was starting soon, and all of 2A were idly chatting with each other or milling about as they waited for their teachers arrival.
“I mean- there’s no way Mic is gonna be in after what happened Saturday night… Right?“ The blondes question hung on the air, unanswered for a beat as his fellow students considered its weight.
“Hmm, honestly it could go either way,” mumbled a thoughtful looking Izuku from a few rows over. “I mean, if I were him, I’d definitely want to take some time off… but i’m not sure he actually would… And remember after the USJ incident? We all thought the same with Mr. Aizawa- and he still came in to teach.”
“You’re right, and it was incredibly manly of him-“ added Kirishima, who was currently perched on Midoriyas desk.
“Tch, more like irresponsible…” groused Bakugo, feigning disinterest while surreptitiously craning his neck to see who might walk in the classroom door.
“Now now, whatever the case- we must do our upmost to behave dutifully and responsibly, regardless of who teaches our English classes“ Interjected Iida- hand chopping through the air as he made his statement, “As as far as Present Mic goes: Yaoyorozu and I are putting together a gift to help hasten his recovery. If any of you would like to contribute or sign the card we made, please approach us by the end of the school day.”
There were several cries of interest followed by an energetic cheer of approval, when all of the sudden the classroom door slid open with a familiar crack- it’s sharp sound dragging everyones attention to the front of the room.
The man who walked in was not someone they expected or immediately recognized. He was tall and thin, with a long drape of gold-blonde hair that hung loose, all the way down to the small of his back. His clothes were shockingly normal (as opposed to the somewhat gaudy or vibrant hero costumes the majority of their instructors wore) and he looked very much like the most standard of English professors one might see at any university.
A high dark turtleneck was tucked into a pair of tailored slacks, offset with a stylish pair of brown cross-sword shoes and a long tan cardigan. Hearing aids were clearly visible in both ears, and perched on his nose was a pair of red-framed glasses.
It was only then (when they were focusing on his face) did recognition begin to spark (largely thanks to unmistakable mustache that graced the strangers upper lip).
“Hah??”, “Present Mic!?!“, “You did come!!“, “Seriously, how are you walking right now??“, “Sero, pay up! I knew he’d show…”, “I thought you were hospitalized?“, “didn’t your speaker get mangled? with you still in it???“, “you were so brave on Saturday!“, “Yeah! you kicked that villains ass!“
The Voice Hero in question merely offered a bright smile before waving his hand in thanks; as he did, 20 sets of eyes fell on the now visible rounds of bandages that were wrapped tight around the mans arms. They started at his wrists and continued up- under his sweater- even peeking out around the high collar of his turtleneck- the top edges barely covering what looked to be red and blackened skin on his neck. It also became apparent that their typically loud and boisterous English teacher had yet to actually utter a single word to the waiting class.
Ah- so he wasn’t completely ok then…
“You dumbass-“ Bakugo snorted, ignoring a sharp reprimand from Iida “what gives you the idea to be here if you cant even talk?“
Present Mic merely gave him a smug smile, before turning his whole body to face the teen; he then raised his hands and started rapidly signing.
It was clear to the puzzled class that Mic expected Katsuki to understand him, and after a brief moment, the explosive boy let out an irritated huff, rolled his eyes, and then began signing right back.
The class immediately descended into chaos- questions were shouted, and cries of excitement let loose as they watched their classmate silently and effortlessly communicate with their teacher in real time.
Bakugo for his part, had been bristling with irritation, but as his and Mic’s conversation progressed, his posture slowly soothed into something more interested than aggressive.
Finally he sat up- a power hungry grin clear on his face as he asked for a confirmation from his teacher. Once received, he stood from his desk and turned to face the now hesitant-looking class.
“Alright you god-damn extras… here’s the deal- Mics throat is still fucked up from his fight, and he cant talk or use his quirk for a while. He says he still wants to be here though, so for the next two weeks- you nerds are getting a crash course in Japanese Sign Language- taught by Mic and yours truly.“
There was a wild glint in Bakugo’s eyes and he gestured to himself with his thumb. “So buckle up- cuz he just gave me the power to pass out grades, and I don’t intend to make it easy on any of you losers.”
___________
Aizawa smiled from his spot on the couch as heard the front door open; it was a welcome sound, even despite missing the greeting that usually accompanied it.
Moments later, Hizashi’s lithe form entered the living room, his expression happy, yet obviously tired.
Shouta took one look and let out an exasperated huff, very aware of what had his typically buoyant husband so drained.
“Told you to just take the time off Zashi-” he rumbled in a fond tone, “you literally just got out of the hospital this morning… I thought we established how stupid it was when I pulled the same stunt last year.”
The blonde merely stuck out his tongue before kicking off his shoes and moving to sit next to the brunette. The Erasure Hero scooted over to make room, and gently leaned over to press a kiss against Yamadas cheek.
Hizashi immediately brightened at the offered affection and tilted forward to encourage it, when suddenly a brief flash of pain crossed his face. Abruptly, he pulled away with a grimace; hand raised to gingerly touch at his bandaged neck.
Shouta’s eyes widened, and he promptly stood from the couch to grab his husbands meds and a glass of water.
“Oi Zash… you are on medicalleave. This is literally the one time where you don’t have to be a hero, and the first thing you decide to do go back to work.”
Passing over the cup he, continued his scolding: “and then you make Bakugo your teaching assistant… of all the problem children, he is the one you went with?“
There was dry humor in his tone- obviously aware of that fact that he had pulled the exact (if not worse) stunt himself in previous days.
Yamada accepted the water and painkillers with gratitude, quickly swallowing them down while simultaneously flipping off his spouse with an wry smirk. He then responded more appropriately with emphatic sign:
He’s come so far in our private JSL lessons- I knew he needed a challenge and I had been planning on having him TA even before this happened… Circumstances just escalated the timeline
Aizawa merely shook his head in amusement. Of course he had known the plan- Hizashi had shared it with him while still in the hospital- he just couldn’t resist giving the other man a hard time.
Deciding to let it go for now, the brunette sat down once more- revealing that he had grabbed one more item when on his medicine quest: fresh bandages and tape.
“I know, and i’m sure he’ll do fine- assuming the power doesn’t go completely to his head… in the meantime, it’s time to change these.“
Yamada nodded, and slowly- gingerly- he pulled off his cardigan, followed by his turtleneck.
Shouta watched and patiently waited- a mix of feeling washing over him as his husband pulled the dark fabric over his head to reveal a heavily bruised torso, chest and neck, all swathed in white.
Swallowing his heartache at seeing the wounds, the Erasure Hero reached over and took the shirt in hand: folding it neatly and placing it to the side. He then leaned forward and lifted a hand to gently cup the blonds face- mentally preparing to remove and redress his partners injuries.
Yamada shivered at the touch, then looked up to meet the brunettes gaze- green eyes wide and trusting, confident and full of love. It made Shouta’s heart flutter with unbridled wonder and feeling.
Aizawa hated seeing Hizashi hurt- hated it with every fibre of his being… but at the same time, he felt so lucky and so thankful that he was the one trusted with this. Trusted to tend to blonde’s wounds; to listen to him gripe and bitch about his aches and pains and rough days; to see him loose and soft and without the constant armor of the persona of Present Mic… to see him without any armor at all… including the high necked sweater.
The vulnerability was a sanctum- the exposure a gift.
And here, in the the sanctuary of their small living room- that gift was more then he could ever dream of.
so… ik i’ve already said that nothing i’ve been posting has been showing up in the tags lately but this doesn’t make sense anymore @staff where did i go wrong my dudes </3
anyway, in case some of u guys missed it, i posted something new ((a new kacchan imagine yeet)) on the blog!! it would be great if u guys read it because it hasn’t really been showing up anywhere and :<<<
you come home drunk and katsuki has to take care of the aftermath.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content: fluff! kinda short but who doesn’t love teddy bear katsuki :>
warnings: implications of alcoholism
“Oi, don’t move too much,” Katsuki groans. Your right arm is slung over his broad shoulder for support, the other holding onto your shared apartment’s door for dear life. Your legs are wobbly and you feel like you’re about to fall when he catches you by your waist, hoisting you up and resorting to lifting you instead.
He lays you down on your side of the bed gently, taking off your high heels and unzipping the tight wine red dress you had on.
Ochaco had invited you for a bachelorette party, and you made sure to free up your schedule for your friend’s once-in-a-lifetime event. Unfortunately, an all-girls party meant that Katsuki wasn’t allowed to come. It’s not that he wanted to, anyway. The only reason he would do so much as to consider it was to watch over your alcohol consumption. You were a lightweight and always went past your limits, which he constantly reminded you that it was not what Plus Ultrameant.
“I have a boyfriend, go away,” you slur, patting your hand across his face and pushing him away. He lightly takes it off and places it on your side, a tinge of red starting to adorn his heating cheeks.
“I’m your boyfriend, dumbass,” he whispers. His hands make quick work of the dress and you’re laid there half-naked, which Katsuki minded to not take glances of. It was wrong to stare when you were drunk and he had work to do with you. “Stay there.”
“You look funny,” you giggle, your hands flying to your mouth. “You look like… a fluffy pomeranian.”
Katsuki makes his way to the kitchen, adding water to the electric kettle and leaving it on to boil. He then goes to the bathroom inside your bedroom, pulling out what looked like the make-up remover you used everytime you started your skin care routine. Your routine was fairly simple, at least enough for Katsuki to catch on to as he watched you do it every night.
“Katsuki,” you whine, pulling the covers over you. A light breeze had made it through the wide area of the room, resulting in a chill on your half-naked glory. “I’m cold.”
“Wait a minute, woman,” he replies. The explosive blonde sits beside you, just hovering enough to carefully hold your jaw in his hand. He takes a cotton ball and starts to gently rub across, trying not to miss a spot, or else you’d throw a fit in the morning over a breakout and he would have to deal with it.
At least that’s what he told himself—deep inside, he knew it was because he cared for you and your skin, which you always seamlessly took care of. But he’d never say that out loud in the name of his image and dignity.
Your boyfriend finishes with practically nothing left on your face, just in time as the kettle turned off. He disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a cup of your favorite tea, setting it on the bedside table before making his way to the bathroom. His hand turned the faucet, eyes landing on the different bottles on the shelf.
Your bathroom had a lot of bottles, and only 2 of those were Katsuki’s. The other 6 were yours—conditioner, bottles of different-smelling body wash, and of course, shampoo. There were times he’d ask you why you needed that many, when even just one could do the trick. You had to explain to him that it didn’t work that way, at least not like him who picked up whatever smelled good on the shelf and dumped it into the grocery cart. He found himself complaining less though, as even just the scent of you would calm him down on nights his nerves were getting the best of him. You just had that effect on him, and he was more than satisfied to accept it.
“Water’s ready,” he announces, holding your hand and lifting you up. You follow his guide, but not without some few slip-ups here and there, his hands quick to steady you again and again. You make it to the bathroom in one piece, and he takes off your underwear. “Can you manage on your own?”
You nod, slipping into the bathtub and giving yourself a bath. He prepared your favorite bath scent along with the warm water. It sobered you up a little, giving you enough consciousness to call out for him when you were done.
“Be careful,” Katsuki warns. But as he saw that there was a chance his future fiancé was going to slip and hit their head somewhere, he wasn’t taking any chances. Wrapped up in your orange towel, he picks you up and places you on the bed. He pulls one of his old shirts and a clean pair of boxers over you, then sat behind you to start brushing your hair.
“You’re so quiet today,” you comment. “Not like you at all, Kacchan.”
He cringes at the nickname, but continues untangling your messy hair.
“Hey,” you call out. “Why aren’t you answering me?” Your voice dragged out, sounding like a child throwing tantrums.
“I’m brushing your hair, stupid. Stop moving and drink your tea.”
“But you’re soooo quiet,” you whine.
Katsuki leans over to your temple to kiss your forehead, pulling away, but not quite, as he whispered: “You need to rest.”
“I’m fine,” you say, but your body betrays you with a hiccup. “I want to cuddle.”
“Let me finish your hair and you can get all the cuddles you want.”
“Okay.” You pout, crossing your arms, but Katsuki finds it absolutely adorable.
Once he’s done with the rest of your hair, he plugs in a blow dryer to finish off the job, leaving you ready for bed. After he cleans up rather quickly and closes the doors, he settles beside you, your back turned against him.
“I love you,” he whispers onto your shoulder. You move a little, hand reaching out to his cheek. He takes it with his open one and leaves individual kisses on your fingers, pulling you closer with a leg slung over yours.
“You’re so warm,” you giggle with what little strength you have. He finds himself mirroring your grin. “You’re like… a big teddy bear.”
Katsuki stays quiet, feeling sleep take over his body.
“You’d be a great dad,” you say aloud, making him freeze.
“Are you…”
“I’m not pregnant, silly,” you reply, brushing over his blonde hair to calm him down. “I’m just saying, if ever the time comes and we have little grenades running over the apartment, you’d make an amazing father.”
“And why is that?” he asks, resting into the pillows.
“Because you’re warm. Like a teddy bear. And kids love teddy bears.”
He chuckles at your half-drunk explanation, “and I love you.”
“You’re so cheesy,” you tease, turning over to face him. You pinch his cheek playfully and he smiles. “I love you too.”
“When the time comes,” he starts. “I’m sure you’ll be a great mother to our little grenades, too.”
“I’ll have to take care of how many Katsukis running around,” you teasingly groan, leaning on his shoulder. “I’ll be retiring at like, 40.”
“Five. Five would be nice.” He pats your hair absentmindedly, daydreaming into the scenario he made up in his head. “But I’d want them to have your quirk, too. You’re right, five exploding babies probably wouldn’t be too good for the two of us.”
You don’t reply, and he takes it that you’ve fallen asleep. He was about to wish you good night, when you pull him closer.
“I love you, teddy bear,” you coo with your last strength and immediately fall asleep.
“I love you, too.”
note:henlo i disappeared for like a week but i am bacc!! i hope u guys liked this one hdhhsbsn i am a Big Ball Of Fluff for this explodo boi .. and his name is DynaMight!! i’m so proud he’s so happy with his name imm gonan melt bye
Pairing:Bakugo x Reader. Suitable for Males, Females, Non Binary, all of them :D Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Minoru Mineta, Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Hanta Sero Rating: Completely SFW
Dis is fluff about my angry boi. He deserves some love :,(
Ah Valentine’s Day… The one day where you can shamelessly buy your crush some flowers or chocolates and they have to accept it. UA’s halls buzzed with glee and chittering from its students. You sat at your desk, doodling in your notebook as you waited for class to start. “Hey Y/N!” Denki’s head dips below your eyes, taking away your sight of the page that your pen made contact with. “Why hello there human taser.” You say with a smile. “What can I do ya for?” “I just wanted to give you this.” He stated casually, pulling out a box of chocolates. You pout with thankful and joyful eyes. As if you had just seen a puppy. “Aww Kaminari.” “Don’t thank me, they’re actually from Kiri, he just got too nervous so I did it for him.” Your smile widens, the thought of nervous Kiri was one you found quite adorable. You lean further into your desk to look at Kiri who sat in the same row. “Thank you.” You mouth to him. He blushes and mouths back. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” His lips curled into a contagious smile. “Anyways… I got you this!” Denki whipped out a heart shaped card and slammed it on your desk excitedly. “Happy V day weirdo!” You laugh at him and pick up the card. “Thank you doofus.” You say as you lightly punch him in the arm.
“Y/N!” You turn to see a joyous Midoriya. “Hey! How’s your Valentine’s so far?” “Chocolates from Kiri, card from Denki, Koji picked me some flowers and Shoji kept Mineta as far away from everyone as possible. So pretty great!” You beam. “Wow! That’s awesome! Got a Valentine yet?” “Nah,” You shrug, “I mean, I’ve gotten gifts but not really a Valentine specifically. What about you?” “Few cards, nothing too special.” He laughs. “Beats nothing though.” “That’s true.” As your eyes glance up you notice Bakugo heading towards the two of you. A frown plastered on his face with his hands shoved in his pockets. It’s not like a negative face on him was unusual, this one just seemed different in some sort of way. He slipped past in silence. “Hey, what about Bakugo? Has he gotten anything?” You ask as you peer back at him. “Not that I know of. Kacchan never really liked Valentine’s Day.” “Hm.” Your brows furrow.
7:34pm You pace your room in thought, glancing over to the blood red rose that Sero left by your door. Valentine’s Day made you smile. Made you feel loved and appreciated. You hands slip into your bottom drawer and pull out a small, rectangular box. You kick the drawer closed and hide the box in your jumper, slipping out of your room.
Your knuckles lightly knock on the wooden door that stood before your wandering eyes. It forcefully swung open exposing a grumpy Katsuki Bakugo. “What do you want?” He grunted as he eyed you off. “Just wanted to ask you somethin’.” You smile warmly. Your gentle eyes settling on his fiery ones. “Get it over with.” His tone never seemed to change from simply irritated. You hesitate, wondering whether or not you should just back out. “Well…” You unzip your jumper and pull out the box. “I got you this.” You place it in his hands as he raises an eyebrow. “I know you like spicy stuff so I got these really tasty–” “Why?” He frowns again. You inhale deeply. Probably at the sheer stupidity and cluelessness of this cutie. “I wanted to know… if you’d be my Valentine.” You release the breath that made home to your lungs. Bakugo was silent. It felt like hours had past as he just stood. Staring at you. “You’re serious aren’t you?” “Of course.” You say firmly. You wanted him to know that you meant business. Silence once again. He sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” His reply taking you by complete surprise. Your eyes lit up. “Great! No backing out now. Come with me, we’re watching a movie back at my dorm.” “What?! I never agreed to this!” He barked as you dragged him out of his room by his hand. “Too bad so sad. I said so.” You skip off down the hall, looking back every few seconds to make sure he was following. Surely enough, even while dragging his feet, he was. Perhaps it was the night to finally tell him. You wanted him to be your Valentine for a while now. “Hey Y/N.” “Hm?” “Thanks. I guess.”
Summary: When her two boyfriends are captured by the LOV, Reader rushes head first into the fight to rescue them.
TW/CW: Katsuki Bakugo x AFAB!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima established poly relationship. Aged up Pro Heroes Bakugo, Kirishima, and Reader. Reader calls Bakugo Kat and calls Kiri Ei. Ummmm Bakugo and Kirishima are both captured by the LOV. Reader sustains a burn injury from Dabi and passes out from using her quirk too much. Yeah I don’t think there’s any other than that.
Requested?: Nope, this is just a little something I came up with in a daydream and decided to write bc my mha masterlist is super empty compared to most of my others.
Word Count:1,437
A/N:The first part that is in italics is just a little background on the reader’s Volcano Dragon quirk. So, if you want a little more info on that then you can read it if not feel free to skip it lol. This was kind of rushed in writing and I did not edit it so I’m sorry if there’s any errors, typos, or just weird sentences. I hope you enjoy the read though. Love to all!
[This gif is so freaking cute!]
First, I want to give you all a little background on the character bc I’m giving her a quirk that I have literally put a shit ton of thought into lmao. So, her quirk is called Volcano Dragon and her Hero name is Kazan. Her mom has a volcano quirk and her dad has a fire dragon quirk. The volcano quirk is kind of like Kiri’s in that she can harden her skin into volcanic rock. Honestly, this part of her quirk is a huge part of the reason that she and Kiri ever became friends in the first place. He just couldn’t help it; she is so manly lol. Anyway, another part of her volcano quirk is that she can shoot lava out of her joints and withstand extreme heated temperatures. Extreme heated temperatures include things like Shoto’s fire and Bakugo’s explosions.
As for the Dragon part of her quirk, she can breathe fire and her skin can form scales like a dragon’s on command however she has to actually make them appear, they don’t just appear on their own. She also has enhanced strength, smell, eyesight, and hearing. So basically, she’s a dual-purpose wall/shield hero. She can shield people like Kiri does but she can also attack with her fire and lava.
Now let’s talk drawbacks. If she breathes too much fire it causes her throat to be really sore. If she uses her volcano quirk too much, she has symptoms of a heat stroke which include things like dizziness/fainting, headaches, nausea/vomiting, and confusion. As for her hero costume, she wears black leggings, a black sleeveless turtleneck, black leather gauntlets, and black combat boots. The boots and gauntlets have neon orange laces, and the leggings have neon orange stripes down the sides. The shirt has neon striping that resembles a volcano erupting. Without further ado, let’s get to the actual story lol.
As my friends and I work on helping clear the area after a pretty serious battle with a group of villains, I take notice that a certain two heroes seem to be absent. Having been given the all-clear, we all sit down to take a break. “Has anyone seen Kacchan and Kiri?” Deku asks looking my way. So, I’m not the only one who has noticed. I look around as Deku pulls out his phone and says he’s going to try calling them; I don’t see them anywhere in the wreckage and begin to worry. “Uh, (Y/n) they didn’t pick up,” he says as he steps up beside me.
I pull out my own phone and dial Ei’s number. Kat has a tendency to not pick up if he’s not in the mood to but Ei always picks up for me. Not this time apparently, I think as I hear his chipper voicemail come through the speaker of my phone. I look around and begin sniffing the air for the familiar scents of my two boyfriends. I catch their scent and take off in the direction of where I hope they’ll be. I run for several blocks and swing a right into an alleyway before laying eyes on them.
Unfortunately, they’re not alone. Kat and Ei are muzzled and have their hands bound as they kneel at the feet of one Tomura Shigaraki. Behind them, I spot Toga, Dabi, and Twice as well. I hear footsteps approaching behind me and know that my backup has arrived. I glance down at Kat and he looks absolutely rageful. Ei on the other hand just looks worried for Kat. He and I both know Kat hates being restrained. If looks could kill, every one of the villains before me would’ve died on the spot from the look I give them all. Shigaraki chuckles darkly, “Hello heroes, nice of you to finally join us.”
“It would be wise to let them go. I’m only going to give you this one warning,” I threaten. Nobody messes with my boys and gets away with it.
“Now why would we want to do that, Doll Face. We’ve got you all right where we want you. These little brats are bait,” Dabi taunts as he steps up beside Shigaraki.
Behind me, I can hear Deku muttering about who knows what and I can sense the tension in the alleyway. “Fine, have it your way. We’ll fight this out,” I grumble as I smack my gauntlets together and activate my quirk. I rush headlong after Shigaraki and am careful to avoid his hands. This causes me to be locked in battle with him. I try again and again to get within his guard and take him down without getting touched but finally have to resort to using my fire breath. I know my throat is going to be sore from how much I’ve already used it but close-up attacks aren’t going to work here.
Unfortunately for me, having my back turned to Dabi screws me over. I feel the burn on my side and quickly react by deploying my scales. Pivoting around, I fling lava out of my wrists and manage to hit him with it. At this point, Shigaraki is yelling to retreat. As the villains flee into the shadows, I immediately make my way over to Kat, ignoring the pain in my side.
I drop to one knee in front of him and reach behind his head to unfasten the muzzle. Once that’s removed, he starts ranting about how I should’ve come up with a plan instead of immediately attacking and how I should’ve been more careful to not get hurt. He even rants about how I shouldn’t be helping him right now, I should be getting the burn on my side, which burnt through my hero costume, checked out. I ignore his rambling rant and begin examining the contraption around his hands. It’s similar to the one they used on him at the UA sport’s festival. “Would you shut up for a second so I can figure out how to get this thing off you?” I yell, interrupting his rage. He goes quiet and glares at me instead. Finally, I conclude that there’s only one solution, “If I break this thing in half can you blast it off?” He nods so I place one hand in a fist on top of the contraption and hold the underside of it with my other hand. I smash the thing in half and he immediately stands up to blast it off as I make my way over to Ei.
Thankfully, someone else managed to get the muzzle off of him but they’re all gathered around trying to figure out how to get his hands free. “Break it in half for me. It’ll be easier for me to break it off that way,” Ei suggests so I do as requested.
As the adrenaline starts to wear off, I suddenly feel very dizzy. The overheating follows soon after with nausea. I don’t even have time to sit down before I pass out. I do however recognize the scent of the person who catches me, Kat.
When I wake up again, I’m laying on one of the lounge couches at the Hero Agency we work for. My head is laying is Kat’s lap and Ei is rubbing small circles into my calves as my feet are propped up in his lap. Ei is the first to notice that I’m waking up and grins at me sweetly. I smile back as the others take notice. “You really kicked some ass out there, Kaz,” Mina chimes in as the others cheer.
“Well, you know what they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman who’s pissed off because her boyfriends are in danger. Or something like that,” Denki adds laughing.
“Yeah, that’s not how that goes, Amigo,” Sero responds as he claps Denki on the shoulder, “You did kick hella ass out there though. Way to go!”
“I don’t think the LOV will ever think about messing with you again, Babe,” Ei agrees.
I look up at Kat who’s glaring off into the distance as per usual. I reach up and poke his cheek, “You okay?”
“You could’ve gotten hurt pulling a stunt like that, you damn idiot,” he answers.
“What was I supposed to do, Kat? You and Ei were in trouble. Was I supposed to just turn around and walk away in hopes that you would handle it?”
“I think what he’s trying to say is that maybe having some sort of plan would’ve been better,” Ei interrupts before Kat and I start arguing. Kat and I are both fiercely protective of each other and Ei, so much so that we get in arguments about putting ourselves in danger pretty often but as always, Ei saves the day and calms us down. “Let’s be real here Kat, if you were in her place and she and I were captured, you’d have done the same thing. Hell, even I would’ve done the same thing if I were in her place. All that matters is that we’re all alive and here and together.”
Kat huffs but I can tell that he agrees with Ei’s statement. Kat looks down at me before bending down to kiss me on the forehead, “Thanks I guess.”
I giggle at his show of affection as our friends all oh and aw at us. Ei grins as he pats my leg gently before getting up and picking me up, “I think it’s time we head home and get a shower and some rest.” With this, he heads for the elevator with Kat in tow as I wave goodbye to our friends.
Less than an hour later, I find myself snuggled into Kat’s side after we’ve all had a shower. Ei lifts the covers and scoots into bed behind me, throwing his arms around my waist, “Thank you for coming to our rescue. That was very manly of you.”
I giggle at him, “You’re welcome, Ei.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call,” he adds.
This draws a chuckle me and Kat both, “You had your hands restrained, dumbass.”
“I know but I always answer the phone when you or she calls,” Ei answers.
“Alright boys, let’s go to sleep,” I interrupt as Kat yawns. The three of us snuggle closer before drifting off to sleep. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have these two amazing boyfriends, even if I do have to save their asses a few times a month.
