Proceed with Caution: This story will contain angst.
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The sun shining above birds chirped happily beside their own families. Small children are holding their mother’s hand as they walk across the busy street.
The tall purple walls that surround the grounds of U.A High School, which protects their students and staff from any uninvited citizens to enter into their property. The security of the school has improved ever since the incident with the League of Villains.
Students wearing their respected uniforms. They are chatting away with their friend groups from their dorms.
Meanwhile, you are holding hands with your green-haired boyfriend, whose cheeks were slightly flushed in red since he’s still not used to this kind of affection despite the fact you’ve been dating for almost twelve months.
Your first anniversary is coming up.
You cannot believe it has been so long. You can’t help but ponder on the reason why you even started to date him in the first place.
This writing piece is a collaboration with Spice @strawberryandspiceandchocolate. We had a lot of fun writing this together. We hope you guys enjoy it!
Kirishima Eijirou X Reader
This contains Angst and Fluff, along with a Timeskip.
But they always say that first loves don’t work out. Bakugou learnt this in the fall of his high school years, when the girl he had childishly loved for the past five years disappeared.
He didn’t know where or why. He didn’t know anything. You had simply just disappeared after a short school break, and none of your friends knew anything. None of the teachers at UA knew either, and soon you were labelled as a missing person.
He had tried so desperately to find you, but by the mark of a few months, his memories of you were confined to his restless nights. No one talked about you around him, he knew the pitiful looks his peers gave him. He held on to the hope that you were out there, alive and safe, whilst he flipped through a diary of yours they had found in your home, given to him after the police had determined there was nothing in there that would’ve been help to the investigation.
You were beautiful, so special, innocent, loving.
Not the hatred filled eyes that stared back at him, the lips that curled up wickedly as you slowly held the blade across another hero’s throat.
“Ground Zero!” someone shouted, trying to bring him back to the current situation. Yet their voice faded into the background as Bakugou refused to even lose the slightest bit of attention he had on you, his gaze burning into you as you looked back at him
There was your smile again! The bright grin you’d flash him every day as you greeted him in the mornings. Or was it the cocky grin you’d give him whenever you scored more than him on the written tests during school or when you beat him at a game. It was pleasant and warm. It wasn’t the monstrosity that stared back at him.
It wasn’t her. He tried to convince himself, repeating your name over and over again in his head as he opened his mouth to speak. The name he held ever so dear to him felt so foreign as it left him mouth in a small whisper.
“Y/N…?”
You tilted your head slightly to the side, pursing your lips as you slowly slid the blade across her throat, stepping back as she fell limp to the ground. “Sorry, I don’t go by that name anymore.” you said, before turning sharply on your heel.
“Wait Y/N!” he called out, running towards you before finding himself slowing to a halt in front of the hero’s bleeding body. He felt his knees crumple, falling down as he turned slowly to look down at her. He heard people rushing around and the sirens of an ambulance approaching but his eyes fixated on the trail of blood seeping away from her wound.
“It isn’t your fault Ground Zero.” he heard another voice say, a hand placed gently on his shoulder as the woman was taken away on a stretched.
“I… I couldn’t save her.” he said quietly, staring blankly at the dark stain on the floor as the person sighed.
“As unfortunate as this sounds, it isn’t uncommon for causalities to happen in such a field of work as yours.”
Their words brought him no comfort. Of course he felt guilt for the woman who’s blood he was looking at, but he felt so utterly numb. He couldn’t save you. The girl who had helped him so much on his way to becoming a hero had turned their back on him. The sole reason he had managed to even get through school was now his biggest enemy.
You was his weakness, and they too must’ve known by now.
Another life had been taken because he had failed at his job. What was the point of being a top hero if he couldn’t even save another person, let alone the girl he loved.
But deep down he knew he wasn’t in love with you. He wasn’t. In the back of his mind, the facts kept screaming out at him. He was a top hero for god’s sake yet one glimpse of you had reduced him to nothing. The girl he had once known was non existent, he couldn’t ever get her back. But the hope that maybe you’d come back to his side consumed him.
After all, he was too enamoured with the memories of you to face the truth
Omg a bnha x danganronpa kind of thing where class 1a have to kill the correct 2 people and if they don’t then they’ll all die but one of them’s actually the traitor.
Where she’s cursed with immortality so she chases around the reincarnations of her first love over and over again and the one time she’s decided to give up, it just happens to be an explosive blonde.
A/N : Thank you all for being so patient. The ending is kinda rushed, but I hope you enjoy!
Quirks had left an undeniable mark on the face of society. It just came one day and slapped some magical powers on to someone and left just as quickly, with no explanation whatsoever. No one knew why, or how. Nothing could’ve hinted to the appearance of quirks and none of the decades of research that followed had any more insight into the matter.
Y/N was quirkless. Immortal yes, but she had no quirk of herself. She was born a thousand and so years ago, in Japan, and within a decade or two, became known throughout the lands for her immaculate beauty and poise. She became an object of affection for thousands, and one of the men happened to be the emperor.
Bakugou Katsuki. He had approached her presence with the sole intent of adding the most beautiful woman in the world to his harem. He was an arrogant and prideful noble, and the thought of her in his grasp has excited him to no end. He could then prance around with his head held up so high that people would crane their necks to meet his eyes. He smugly grinned at the idea of her clinging to his arm, or for her to be waiting for him back at the palace with the rest of his concubines.
He flooded her with extravagant gifts, compliments and praises, small private dates in a back garden of the palace, away from prying eyes and complaints of Bakugou’s other dozen girls. She had been easily wooed, being kept away from suitors from an early age, the emperor had certainly been her first escape into romance and she was ecstatic. Her parents had gleamed at the idea of her being with the most powerful man in all of Japan, and had given her away to the palace at the first suggestion of the emperor’s affection.
He had fallen in love with her, not only her beauty but her personality, her small habits and her other mannerisms. It wasn’t his initial plan, he had only wanted to add her presence into his long list of women, that he had reassured the other women, but his heart can softened considerably and he had fallen hard. Anyone around the emperor could see that, even the towns’ people were gossiping about it. The other concubines too, quickly caught on.
She was a woman of absolute beauty, only a few hairs short of Y/N’s, a princess of a famous descent from China, promised to be married to the emperor. He had taken a liking to her because like himself, she too had a quirk, which was still a very rare trait to have at the time. One of curses, sure it was evil in nature, but she had proven to be a responsible and respected lady.
It all turned sour when her fiance liked another woman. In her rage, she had cursed the younger woman.
The aforementioned girl had been told what had been done by the princess, by the sobbing and apologetic woman herself, but she was clueless to what extent this curse was. She had forgiven the princess straight away, an act of kindness that the nobles had shined to and the emperor had simply fell more in love with her for.
But as countless years went by, she stayed the same.
She then truly realised the horrors of her curse and at that moment in time, she wished she hadn’t been so naive, so kind to just forgive the woman who left her life in ruins.
The curse was one of immortality. Something she couldn’t escape even after the princess had passed away.
To watch her lovers grow up and prosper, only to stay the same young woman when she watched they started to wilt and eventually die.
And so here she was. An entity of over a thousand years old and yet she remained the same bubbly and happy woman on the outside, smiling brightly at the cameras as she walked around the towns.
Everyone in Japan knew of her. Not only did her predicament attract the attention of the public, she was also the CEO of Japan’s most well known and successful hero agency.
She had set up the agency with her husband, Katsuki, a mere 18 years ago, before he was killed in one of the largest villain attacks in Japan history 2 years after it opened. They had employed All Might when he was in his younger days as well as worked with all of the top 10 heroes, and after his death, she become the sole chairman of the agency.
And thanks to the technology present in the modern day, those who weren’t previously interested in her at least knew her name.
There was then the nickname the media had given her after she had survived the attack : ‘The Undead Hero.’ She sure as hell wasn’t a hero. For god’s sake she was quirkless! But the internet took joy to praising her successes within the hero world. And as a joke, an online petition started for her to become licensed pro hero and the people in charge decided there’d be no harm, since she can’t die and all, in making her one, titling her in as Pro Hero Number Zero.
So here you were, the country’s first quirkless pro hero.
~~~
You had watched the UA sports festival, looking for students to intern here at your company.
One certain blonde had caught your eye but you felt yourself flinch at the mention of his full name. It had certainly been a long time since the last time you met another reincarnation of your first love.
There had been many different personalities before and the situation you met him in varied to such extent that you had given up with the idea of repeatedly seeking him out and your last encounter with him, or his spirit at least, was your breaking point.
You have a good 16 years to grieve his unfortunate and untimely death but even the ten hundred years you were alive wasn’t enough time for you to forget and move on. It seemed that you had a curse where you could never escape your one lover, but maybe that was the package deal with immortality.
“We’re definitely sending an offer out to him right boss?” your assistant, Naomi asked, writing down that all so familiar name down on a notepad.
“Up to you, I’m taking a break.” you replied, standing up and walking away from the big screen. You knew her eyes softened as she watched your figure retreat out of the room, after all she was there with you after your husband died. Your husband, the one who shared the same name as the boy mentioned.
“Alright I’ll send you the list later.” she replied softly, before turning her attention back to the live broadcast, which now showed a green haired boy.
“Thanks. I’ll look over it and then you can send out the offers tomorrow.” you said before completely leaving the room.
It had been a week since the sports festival and it was time for the internships. You had a very important meeting in the morning, causing you to regrettably miss welcoming the trainee heroes to your agency.
Standing up, you voiced your thanks and bowed, to which the other businessmen and women returned the guesture.
“I’ll be expecting to see you soon.” you smiled as Naomi showed then out.
“Of course.” one of them replied, smiling once more before all of them left the building.
Waiting for them to disappear completely from sight, you turned back around. “Alright, what’s next?” you asked, looking over.
“Next we need to speak to the interns. Briefly would be fine but we need a positive review of our work place.” she replied and started walking away, to which you followed.
“Of course.” you replied curtly. To be frank, you didn’t need her to remind you how to keep up the reputation, after all you had been running the agency for almost 20 years but you bit your tongue as you didn’t want her to feel as if her work was unwelcome. She was a great assistant and you knew that you needed her and her abilities.
Turning the corner, someone roughly crashed you into you, sending you tumbling back a few steps.
“Watch it.” they snapped, sending to you a glare.
“E-excuse me.” Naomi stuttered. She wasn’t too intimidated by the way the young boy was fuming, instead at her bosses reaction. You had a vendetta against extremely rude people and she braced herself for an ugly ending.
“What?” he scowled, turning to send her a nasty look before he turned his attention back to you.
You pursed your lips, unsure whether to snap back or not as you didn’t want to cause a scene. The meeting had taken much longer than expected. It was only two in the afternoon but all you wanted to do was sleep, but you needed to meet the interns and consolidate the arrangements with the other heroes that worked here.
“Well are you going to say anything?” he asked. “Why are you just standing there like a idiot?”
“Young boy I don’t think that’s very appropriate to say to someone.” Naomi said quietly, eyes flickering to observe your reaction.
“Well it’s true isn’t it.”
You let out a sigh, deciding to not waste your energy on anything out of your plan, especially people who were unnecessarily rude.
“Hey, don’t ignore me.” he shouted as you walked past him, your assistant shuffling behind you. You walked briskly towards the training halls, ignoring his shouts for you to acknowledge him.
He eventually stopped to pick up a phone call but at that point you had already walked down two corridors, too far away to hear him stop shouting profanities at you.
You pushed open the doors to the largest training hall in your building, leaning on the wall next to the door as you watched several people combat each other. You had stayed there for no more than a minute or too when the fuming blonde stomped back in. A green haired boy, Midoriya was it, waved excitedly at the him, but he simply flipped him over, moving over to the side of the hall.
If they had any more interactions planned, they had to be stopped there as one of the heroes spotted you, quickly shouting for everyone to come over and you slowly walked onto on of the courts.
“I’m glad you to see that none of you are slacking off.” you announced loudly, your eyes scanning over the small crowd of people.
“Of course not boss.” a young hero replied. You smiled at her with a small nod.
“Boss?” someone shouted and you turned slightly to spot the blonde from earlier, his mouth hung open.
“It’s nice to meet you Bakugou-san.” you said, a small bitter edge to your words before you turned back to the rest, a large smile on your face. “Good afternoon everyone, it’s a shame I wasn’t able to welcome you this morning, I hope there hasn’t been any trouble. My name is Y/N and I’m incredibly pleased that you chose to intern at my agency.”
“Y/N!” Midoriya shouted, a look of glee filling his face. “You’re my favourite hero, I love you so much.” he shouted, jumping up and down in excitement.
The gesture from the boy made you grin even wider. It was almost as if some of his endless energy had been transferred to you. “That makes me very happy, thank you Midoriya.”
“She knows my name!” he shouted, earning a few praises and snickers.
“Shut up Deku.” Bakugou seethed. He was fuming at the thought of you. He had not only completely embarrassed himself in front of you, but also insulted you, the CEO! He cursed himself for not researching prior to this, but the fact that you seemed so young to him gave no implications that you were the big boss of this place.
“Alright.” you shouted, clapping your hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
~~~
Midoriya had fallen asleep extremely quickly, a small ‘good night Kacchan’ and he had been out like a light. But the same had not befallen Bakugou and instead he stayed awake, shifting and turning restlessly as he lay on the bottom bunk.
After a few more moments of him lying wide awake, he shuffled out of his bed and left the room.
He walked down the corridor, planning to head towards the kitchen when he spotted a light on. It was indeed the same direction in which he wished to go so he followed it.
Stepping inside the room, he saw you sat on the couch. Your back was to him and you were muttering something.
As he got closer, he made out the words falling from your mouth.
“He loves me, he loves me not.”
He turned around to exit the room, sure that you wanted nothing but space, but his foot slipped slightly and he fell slightly, cursing. You jumped at the sound behind you.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you asked, looking up and around at him with a sniffle. Your cheeks were flush and the tip of your nose red, a few stray tears resting on your cheeks.
Bakugou stood their awkwardly as you wiped your sleeve across your eyes and cheeks.
He didn’t know what to do in this situation. He hadn’t comforted someone in years, always opting to leave his group of friends to take care of a problem, only ever observing from the side line.
“D-do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. He tried to make sure his words were more gentle than usual, careful not to make you start crying again. Your eyes widened at his questioned but you slowly nodded.
Patting the space next to you on the couch, you smiled slightly. “Have a seat Bakugou.” You laughed at the irony. Here you were crying about your deceased husband as his reincarnation sat beside you, offer on the table to listen to your troubles.
Your mind began to wander at the word troubles. What exactly in your life was going wrong? It was a simple answer really, everything.
“So how are you?” you asked, breaking the silence. He blinked a couple times in confusion.
“I’m good.” he answered slowly, his voice low and hushed.
“Well that’s good.” you nodded turning back to the lonesome rose stem in your hand that you had been previously picking the petal off from.
“So why are you up?” you asked. Bakugou at this point was lost for words. Wasn’t you the one who had been crying? Why were you so intrigued in asking him questions?
“Couldn’t sleep.” he muttered, a glare on his face as he stared forwards at the coffee table, trying desperately to understand you.
“Fair enough.” you hummed, turning to look in the same direction as him, your eyes landing on your untouched mug of hot chocolate.
“Do you want a drink?” you asked, gesturing to the mug on the table. “I haven’t drank from it yet.”
Bakugou nodded, after all he had come out of his room for the hopes of getting a drink. “Thanks.” he muttered.
You watched as the boy brought the mug up to his lips and you thought back to your previous encounter with his spirit.
“He liked hot chocolate too.” you mumbled, turning away and back at the rose stem.
“Did you say something?” he asked, mug in hand as he sent you a glance.
You pursed your lips, taking a moment before shaking you head. “No, it was… nothing.” you trailed off.
“Well you accepted my offer so you’d better start talking.” he scoffed, but his angry facade was falling apart almost as quickly as he started it and he was sure you could see through it, but you decided not to comment on it.
And so you spent the rest of your night with Bakugou.
He had proven to be much more thoughtful than you had imagined, less rude and obnoxious, which you were grateful for.
It was obvious that he hadn’t recognised you during your first encounter, and more than likely did not know about your immortality. You didn’t need any more pity for that.
So you talked about your husband, to an extent, keeping away from mentioning his name, instead reminiscing the memories you had with him. The younger boy listened, nodding and throwing in small comment here and there. The two of you exchanged a few more words after that topic, but in an hour or two, it was a simple silence.
He had fallen asleep next to you, a peaceful look on his face. You got up and cleaned away the mug and flower petals, before returning to your room to get a blanket. Laying it gently on him, you took the liberty to press a kiss to his forehead before leaving, turning off the lights.
“Sleep well Katsuki.”
~~~
Bakugou was needless to say, very disappointing that he had barely seen you all week. He understood that you had a lot on your plate running a business, but a part of him had hoped that after your emotional night with him on the first day, you would at least take some time to say hello to him.
He had went to the living room a further 5 more times, hoping that you would be there waiting for him. But he found himself being disappointed time and time again when he saw that there was no room with a light on in the corridor.
Today was his last day of fully interning, he was due to leave the following morning and although he could say he was very happy to leave the other bastards in the company behind, he couldn’t say the same for you.
In truth, he had formed a small interest in you. Call it a crush or whatever, it wasn’t as if he would say it out loud. Sure you had a pretty face and all, that much he would admit, but he was genuinely confused by your appearance. You said you had been running the agency for almost 20 years but you didn’t look anywhere near your 40s? That had greatly puzzled the explosive boy.
“Deku.” he shouted, catching the attention of the smart boy as he was chatting with one of the heroes.
“Y-yes Kacchan?”
“How old do you think Y/N is?” he asked.
The green haired boy gasped, shaking his head. “Kacchan! It’s rude to ask about a girls age.” he scolded him, to which Bakugou snorted. “But between you and me, I’d say about a thousand and one hundred?”
“Are you shitting me you nerd?” he bellowed, hand raised with his palm upwards, ready to start an explosion.
The hero chipped in. “I’d say so too. She’s definitely over a thousand.” she commented. “I think last year was her one thousand and seventyith birthday? I could be wrong, I wasn’t invited to the party.” she sulked.
“You two are fucking joking right?”
“We’re not.” the hero replied, furrowing her eyebrows before she let out a small gasp. “Are you telling me you’ve never heard of the boss?”
“No. Should I have?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes!” she cried out, throwing her hands up in the air, before bringing them down and massaging her forehead.
“You’re overreacting.” Bakugou stated, giving a deadpan look to the girl as he let out a ‘tch’ in annoyance.
“She really not Kacchan, literally everyone has heard of Y/N. She’s a massive sensation in the hero community but also the beauty one, I’m not sure how you’ve never come across her.”
The truth was Bakugou had come across your name on his browser, twice, maybe three times. But most of them had popped up during the start of the school year, when Midoriya had suddenly shown up with a quirk. So as soon as he read that you were quirkless, he made sure to avoid your name like the plague.
Midoriya soon left to start his patrolling, and left Bakugou standing there, thinking about you. With many more questions than he had answers.
~~~
“Y/N.” he said, standing at the doorway of your office and you and your assistant stared back in confusion.
“Hello there Bakugou, is there anything I can help you with?” you asked.
He froze up at your question. Why was he here? He had barged past some security just a few moments prior, saying he had something urgent to talk to with the boss, but now that he was here, no excuse would pop up in his mind.
“Alright Naomi, give me a few minutes.” you said, handing the papers you hand in your hand off to Naomi before she nodded and left.
“So.” you began, leaning forwards so both your elbows were on the desk and your chin rested on the back of your intertwined fingers. “Have a seat Bakugou.”
You gestured to the big chair in front of your desk and he complied, sitting down in utter silence. He opened his mouth to speak but it took a few seconds for the words to come out.
“I haven’t seen you in a while.” he blurted out. He immediately wanted to slam his head into the desk before him, cringing at his words and the smug smile that you shot him.
“If I knew any better, I’d say you missed me Bakugou.”
“Katsuki.“ he corrected, eyes trailed carefully on yours. You nodded and ran a hand through your hair.
“Honestly, I’d love to stay and talk Katsuki, but I’m on a tight schedule right now.” you explained, tilting your head to the side as you waited for his response.
“Will I see you again tonight?” he asked, his voice so quiet that he seemed almost… shy. Your smile grew wider.
“Sure thing. I’ll make sure to swing around earlier so you don’t need to stay up so late waiting for me.” He nodded at your response and started to get up. “Tell Naomi to come back in when you leave.”
“Alright.” he muttered, turning away towards the door.
“And Katuski?” you said, earning a grunt from the younger male.
“I missed you too.”
He quickly turned away at your statement but you could see the tips of his ears grow red.
Of course you had missed him. He was the only other person you confided in about your husband other than Naomi. But it was truly Bakugou Katsuki that you had missed. His soul that you had hopelessly fell in love with over and over again. The result was always the same, and after each time, you would tell yourself that it was the last.
But he would always come back. And you, once again, would fall for him, like a drug that you simply couldn’t fight the addiction of. And so you braced yourself for another heartbreak.
After all, it was inevitable.
~~~
Bakugou had waited for you in the living room of the dorm space he currently stayed in, a cup of chocolate in his hands and one for you placed on the coffee table.
You kept to your word and came earlier. It was around 11pm when you slipped into the dorm floor of the building. Seeing the light on, you made your way quietly towards it.
“Hey.” you said, your voice warm and gentle as he looked up towards you, moving to hand you the mug. “Thank you.” You sat down on the couch with your legs crossed and he chucked a blanket to yo, to which you laid on your lap. “Is there anything in specific you want to talk about?”
“You.” he stated.
You hummed in response.
The rest of the night he asked questions about you, your immortality and more about your latest deceased husband, who he found out the name of. He recognised the hurt that flashed in your eyes as you recalled telling him about your immortality.
He had be an accepting person, loving you for you as a person and paying little to no mind to your unchanging outer appearance. At least that was what it seemed on the outside. There had been times were his act slipped and he crumbled, talking about how he wanted to grow old with you, not for you to look the same when he was in his older years and your children looked the same age as you.
But of course you hadn’t even gotten the chance to think about having children, setting up the agency had taken up most of your time, and which to this day you still regret. You wished you had spent more time with him, appreciating him instead of work, before his dying moment. You hadn’t thought too much about things, his presence made you live in the moment, not caring about any problems or consequences as long as he was with you. But of course he wasn’t. He had left too early.
The younger boy had wrapped an arm around your shoulder when you began to sniffle, grabbing a box of tissues from the table for you.
After he was satisfied with the amount of answers you gave him, he opened up about the guilt that he felt for All Might’s retirement. He told you about the things he witnessed during the fight against All for One, how utterly useless he felt. He followed with nightmares that visited him almost every night, how he was force himself to stay awake to avoid them, causing him to form a habit of being unable to sleep.
You had been so understanding and sweet that the boy couldn’t help but let out a few tears, relishing in your soft touches and soothing tone that he eventually fell asleep in your arms.
The following morning he waited excitedly for you too see him off along with the other heroes from your company. But you didn’t come.
He left in the train with a heavy heart, head titled backwards against the glass window as he thought back. He hadn’t seen you in the morning, waking up alone and in his own bed. He had wandered out into the living room, hoping that your figure would be sleeping on the couch, but alas, you weren’t there.
His way home was unusually silent. Midoriya had definitely picked up on it but when he attempted to talk to the blonde, he only received shouts and threats. He eventually gave up, opting to leave the teen to his own devices.
Once Bakugou returned home, he unpacked him clothes, throwing everything into a pile to wash. He turned every pocket inside out and when he got to his pajama bottom, a small piece of paper fell out.
'Hey sorry I had to leave so early in the morning, here’s my number if you wanted to talk more. xxxxx-xxx-xxx’
He instantly smiled, diving for his phone, typing your number in just as quickly before he sent you a text.
~~~
It had been a few months since the internships and Bakugou had found himself calling you on a regular basis. It would mostly be in late into the night, with you obviously busy with your agency during the daylight hours.
You would talk about your day, ask him about his. He would often complain about his classmates, maybe his teacher, but on some rare occasions he would say something nice about them, like how Shitty hair had improved in combat or that Deku was getting progressively less annoying.
You listened, giving him tips about a variety of things, ranging from things about the general hero world or what he should get for his pink skinned friend’s birthday.
And he soon found himself hopelessly falling in love with you.
He hadn’t planned for this to happen. Fuck, he’d sworn to himself that he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to have to deal with the consequences of your immortality, but he found himself crawling back to you even at a bat of your eyelashes.
Your grasp on him was truly… inescapable.
He had been horrified at the thought, refusing to acknowledge your existence. Your calls would go through to voicemail, your texts left unread. You didn’t understand why he was ghosting you, beating yourself up about it over a few glasses of wine as you slowly sunk into sadness.
It was another simply another repeated loop and you recognised all of the signs, but you felt what was left of your heart completely shatter. Sure you had previous reincarnations reject you because they disliked, or even feared, the idea of you being immortal, but they had made it clear at the beginning, not half a year into talking with you daily.
Your mood soured drastically, and Naomi had tried to persuade you into talking to her, but you refused to, keeping all of your thoughts bottled up. You buried yourself with more and more work, creating a wall around you that even the one or two friends you had couldn’t break down, let alone your employees.
The company continued to receive praise, by media and heroes alike, but what used to be your sole joy and pride left nothing but a bitter taste in your mouth. You had gotten so used to Bakugou’s company that without hearing his voice left you so empty.
And to save yourself from being hurt like a broken record on repeat, you gave up on love.
~~~
It was on an interview that Bakugou witnessed the true extent of what his actions had done to you.
He had the unfortunate timing of walking in when Midoriya was watching your interview live on the big screen in the common room. Bakugou had initially refused to stay, but his friends had forced him to, saying something about how he should see how his old mentor was doing. He had complained to the point where his friends willingly let him go but instead he begrudgingly stayed, standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed as he furrowed his brows at the screen
You sat across from the interviewer, a tired expression on your face as you explained the agency’s plans and future aims. The other woman nodded, asking questions here and there, and then it came to the questions fans asked.
“Have you been taking care of yourself?”
The question caught you off guard and your breath hitched. You tried to take a deep breath in but everything around you started to blur together into nothing but a background noise.
“S-sorry, could I have a moment?” you asked, but before she gave you any answer, you had already left the set.
At the same time, Bakugou slipped out of the common room, his heart clenching at the terrible state you were in. When he first met you, only a few months ago, you stood high with your head help up high, a sort of excitement in your eyes, an aura of authority when you dared to ignore him! But now you were reduced to short sentences and even shorter smiles, fake and forced.
And unbeknown to you, you were doing the same to him. His loud shouts had reduced to smaller, and less often sharp erratic outbursts. The distance he had put between him and his friends was almost immeasurable and none of them could reach even close enough to console him in the slightest. He had shut the world out completely, solely focusing on training and school work.
He gritted his teeth as he fought back the itch to call you, but eventually he relented, taking him phone out of his pocket and dialling on your number. He sure wasn’t expecting you to pick up, but when you did, his heart felt elated.
“Hello?” you asked, your phone on speaker by the side as you dried your hands in the bathroom, lookign at yourself in the mirror and giving yourself an encouraging nod.
“H-hi.” he whispered, locking himself up in his room as he sat down on the floor, his back against the door.
“I’m sorry.”
~~~
He was in his early twenties, too young to be giving up what his future held. You hadn’t meant to choose his path for him, but you had indirectly done so when you said no.
So there he sat with his head in his hands, cheeks stained with tears and the ring somewhere lost in the corner of his room.
It was selfish, you knew, but the time you spent with him only felt like a ticking bomb, each week, day, hour even, was counting down to the day in which you would lose him. And you weren’t ready.
He knew it was a stupid move to make. After all, you have discussed with him countless times about how scared you were to commit to a relationship you knew would once again end up in flames.
“Death is inevitable.” he said, watching as you fiddled with his sleeve as you laid together on the couch.
“Well not for me.” you countered back.
“If you could remove this curse, would you?”
“I don’t know Katsuki. I’m honestly so scared.” You shifted so your face was buried in his chest. “I’ve seen what death can do and I’m just so, so scared.”
“I want to grow old with someone I love.” you continued. “I really do. But I don’t know how to feel knowing that was my last few years alive. I’ve been around for so long that I’ve become afraid to die.”
“I’m tired of the heartbreak, but there’s always a comforting moment because I know you’ll come back. Sooner or later, your soul will be back in my arms, whether it takes 20 years or 200. But if I were to find a way to remove my curse and you died before me, I’d never see you again.”
He found himself at a lack of words that day. Nothing would leave his mouth so the only thing he could do to comfort you was to hug you even tighter.
Eventually something came to his mind. “What if I just find a way to be immortal too?” he asked.
You looked up at him. “That’s highly illegal Katsuki. Think about it, if you could easily do that, then everyone would be able to live forever. And normally, the effect of the quirk disappears as soon as they die.”
He hummed in response, mood downcast that he couldn’t help you in any way. He spent the rest of the night comforting you to the best of his abilities. You truly had felt better after his words, but he didn’t see the subtle change in mood.
He wanted to reassure you, to be someone you could rely on. But all he brought into your life was constant worry.
He replayed your words in his head on a loop. He already saw this coming, but his constant refusal to acknowledge his situation had led to his downfall.
You had sent him a quick message and in the following days, you hadn’t picked up his calls in days. He had called your assistant as well as visited your company, but he was told you weren’t there. He cried in anguish at how hell bent you were at avoiding him, even going to the extent of having your employees lie for you.
But he soon found that they weren’t lying.
No one had seen you in weeks and your fans had picked up on it fairly quickly. There were articles all over the internet, forums and interviews with her assistant and closest friend.
“She has left on her own accord.” Naomi stated as multiple cameras flashed in her eyes. You had told her you were out to seek happiness, as vague as it had been, and that she needed to cover for you during the month or so that you were gone. That was all of the information you had given her, before you disappeared without a trace. She sighed at your foolishness but part of her resonated with you, knowing she too would do anything for her love.
You sent Bakugou a 'I’ll talk to you later’ text, before taking apart your phone, leaving it under your pillow before grabbing your get away bag and leaving by train. His proposal haunted your every thought, and it drove you insane.
He knew you were scared of commitment and heartache and yet he still asked you! You didn’t blame him though. More so yourself. Nobody had made you talk to him about your troubles or reach out to him. You had given him your phone number. He could’ve left your company with new knowledge about the hero world and not about you, but he already had your heart and you had taken the opportunity to reconcile with your first love, regardless of whether it would leave you in ruins in the future.
You were going to make this right. You were so utterly tired of the constant dull looming tide of sadness, doubt, anger. You wanted it to end, you really did.
You had told Bakugou you were scared of dying. You were. But your greatest fear was losing him and you couldn’t take it anymore.
You raised your hand to knock and a large smile decorated your face. It had been a good month since you had last talked to him. You had set out to the remote countryside, searching for some young woman who had a curse removing quirk.
You had gone with no expectations, telling yourself over and over again that you would be fine if it was unsuccessful. But deep down you knew you would be distraught if your current situation could not change.
The door opened to the blonde, his instantly furrowed his brows as his mouth hung open.
“Hey Katsuki.”
“Y-Y/N?”
“I think I’m going to die-”
“What?” he shouted, startling you.
“Let me finish.” you laughed.
“I think I’m going to die in 50 or so years. Hopefully longer if that means I can be with you until old age.”
“W-what are you talking about?” he asked, confusion littering his face.
“I’m no longer immortal.” you grinned, before it fell slightly. “At least I think I am, the girl told me he got rid of the curse fully, but I’m not expecting too much.”
He continued to stutter, incoherent sentences falling from his lips as he fought back tears.
“Surprise?” you asked, letting out a nervous chuckle. You started to grow worried at his reaction. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, but your feet stayed frozen in place, after all you had rejected him a month or so ago.
“Y-you got rid of your curse?” You nodded and he asked another question. “For me?”
“Of course silly. Who else am I going to die with?” you laughed. His nose scrunched up as he tried desperately to comprehend the situation.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“You’ll be there with me right?”
“Of course.” he quickly said, nodding his head. “I thought.” he trailed off and wrapped you up in his arms, head in the crook of your neck as his body shook with sobs. “I thought you left me.”
“I’m sorry.” you said repeating it quietly over and over again. “I love you so much.”
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.
❀Warning: Bad Grammar / Angst / Burning / Bad Language
❀A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just thought about this scenario and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Thought I could share it with y’all.
❀Words:247
❀Published:03.03.2021
This whole situation was just stupid. You where fighting over nonsense again. Normally you two would give each other the silence treatment for a few hours and that’s it, but this time it was somehow different. “Everything would be so much easier if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, it’s fucking annoying!” Dabi screamed at you, blue flames coming up from his patched up skin.
That was a damn lie, he loved it when you would show him affection – but the anger got the best of him.
You immediately froze. Sure he could get mad sometimes, but never to the point where he would say such hurtful things to you. The feeling of disappointment spread over your whole body. Disappointed in Dabi? Disappointed in yourself? Maybe with the whole situation you got yourself into.
Not knowing how to handle it any further you stormed of. All you wanted was some space right now.
Dabi grabbed you by your wrist. “I swear I didn’t -”
You flinched away in pain. A sharp burn coming from your wrist. Dabi pulled away immediately, probably just as shocked as you were.
Looking at your wrist you were able to make out a red ring, right where Dabi grabbed it. Not one of you said a word, just looking at your burned wrist. After you realized what just happened you turned on your heel and left. “It wasn’t on purpose.” he breathed, fully aware that you couldn’t hear him anymore.
❀Summary: Dabi having a mental breakdown – y/n trying her best to calm him down.
❀A/N: Sorry it’s a really short Imagine – maybe even only a Drabble lol, but I hope you still like it.
❀Pairings: Dabi x Reader
❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Angst / Blood / Bad Language / Kidnapping (idk) / little bit of Stockholm Syndrome (maybe)
❀Published:01.03.2021
❀Words:484
You woke up from a sudden bang. With a loud sight your eyes fluttered open, just to remember that you were still lingering at the run down LOV’s base. Laying on a hard wooden bed with only a blanked under you for at least a little bit of comfort. Starring up at the ceiling, a dim light was flickering right above you. Starting to stretch your tense back you could hear another loud bang and some mumbled but coarse screaming from the bathroom next to the room you were sleeping in.
Looking over to the undone bed in the corner, you noticed that Dabi was nowhere to be seen.
A loud shatter made you jump. Was that some glass breaking? You hopped from your bed and went straight for the bathroom door. Ignoring your inner voice that told you to knock, you opened the door ungraciously.
The scene in front of you made you freeze for a second. Dabi was standing in front of a shattered mirror, blood dripping down into the sink. His hands were clashed on the edge of it. He abruptly looked over to you which made you flinch. His full attention was on you now. The stitches in his face looked like the were torn open. Did he do that to himself?
Grabbing a bigger piece of broken glass he threw it directly at you. “Get the fuck out of here!”
You blocked the piece of glass from hurting your face with your arms. “Stop that bullshit!” you said sternly “Did something happen? What’s going on?” Normally Dabi would discipline you for talking to him like that, but this time he just growled.
“This is non of you businesses.”
His left hand wandered to his right wrist, scathing the already lose stitches open. Oh, so he really did all that to himself.
You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just walked up to him from behind and wrapped your arms around his shaking body, blocking his arms from hurting himself even more.
It was obvious that Dabi could shake you off easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t move an inch. “Why are you doing that?” he whispered with a raspy voice.
Why am I doing it? I shouldn’t care about him the way I do. I should hate him for kidnapping me. I should hate him for hurting me.
You definitely hated him in the beginning, but now? You weren’t sure. He was a fragment of your life for quiet a while now. Whether you wanted that was a whole different story.
Did I catch some kind of Stockholm Syndrome?
You couldn’t give Dabi an answer. So you just kept clinging on him for dear life until he stopped shaking and his breathing calmed down. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome, but maybe it’s just the pure affection you build up for the man in front of you.
⁰⁰⁴.notes:HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! i hope this fic is enough to celebrate his birthday <33
The tiring day made the pro hero exhausted. Tons of events have happened; he rescued a civilian from a train; he defeated at least seven villains on his way and another three villains on his way home. He was all mommy and daddy and he even got a burn from his arm and neck.
His Team wrapped him with bandages and with a little help from recovery girl, who surprisingly is still alive due to her age, nonetheless, the world is advanced after all. Lots of experiments and medicines, and quirks that may have benefactor types to make your lifespan even longer.
He opened the room that you both shared and saw you sleeping peacefully. It was late after all. He dragged himself to the shower because the dirt in his body made him all uncomfortable, he was a clean freak.
He got out of the shower and dried himself. Soon, he lays down with you and falls asleep in an instant.
“Katsuki..”
He felt his body shaking softly. He slowly opened his eyes to see you on top of him. Your hair was resting on your shoulders, and you were wearing one of his shirts. “Katsuki…” you whisper-yelled.
He let out a groan and got up with his back leaning against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes, “idiot, it’s fucking late…” he said.
His eyes started to get clear, he saw a faint warm light beside the bedside table. You took the small plate with a slice of a cake with a candle on the top. “I know, this is not too much of a birthday gift but I wanted to greet you first, Happy birthday katsuki.”
A small smile formed on your face. The lights of the candle reflected on his ruby eyes, and glistened to the small yet special greeting you just did.
In his life, blasting away, and fighting was only in his mind. A guy like him who was accustomed to violence and straightforwardness, he doesn’t mind going home with you, welcoming him.
“Come on now katsuki, make a wish and blow out the candles!” You said in an excited tone. He closed his eyes for a good 5 seconds and blew the candle. He took the plate and placed it on the bedside table.
He pulled you closer. You were now sitting on his lap. For a pro, he’ll carry you as if you’re light as a feather. He held your face closer to his, giving a slow kiss.
The moment he closed his eyes before he blew out the candle, he was never a man of sweet words. But rather, he chose to keep it to himself, hoping it’ll come true.
⁰⁰⁴.notes:HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! i hope this fic is enough to celebrate his birthday <33
The tiring day made the pro hero exhausted. Tons of events have happened; he rescued a civilian from a train; he defeated at least seven villains on his way and another three villains on his way home. He was all mommy and daddy and he even got a burn from his arm and neck.
His Team wrapped him with bandages and with a little help from recovery girl, who surprisingly is still alive due to her age, nonetheless, the world is advanced after all. Lots of experiments and medicines, and quirks that may have benefactor types to make your lifespan even longer.
He opened the room that you both shared and saw you sleeping peacefully. It was late after all. He dragged himself to the shower because the dirt in his body made him all uncomfortable, he was a clean freak.
He got out of the shower and dried himself. Soon, he lays down with you and falls asleep in an instant.
“Katsuki..”
He felt his body shaking softly. He slowly opened his eyes to see you on top of him. Your hair was resting on your shoulders, and you were wearing one of his shirts. “Katsuki…” you whisper-yelled.
He let out a groan and got up with his back leaning against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes, “idiot, it’s fucking late…” he said.
His eyes started to get clear, he saw a faint warm light beside the bedside table. You took the small plate with a slice of a cake with a candle on the top. “I know, this is not too much of a birthday gift but I wanted to greet you first, Happy birthday katsuki.”
A small smile formed on your face. The lights of the candle reflected on his ruby eyes, and glistened to the small yet special greeting you just did.
In his life, blasting away, and fighting was only in his mind. A guy like him who was accustomed to violence and straightforwardness, he doesn’t mind going home with you, welcoming him.
“Come on now katsuki, make a wish and blow out the candles!” You said in an excited tone. He closed his eyes for a good 5 seconds and blew the candle. He took the plate and placed it on the bedside table.
He pulled you closer. You were now sitting on his lap. For a pro, he’ll carry you as if you’re light as a feather. He held your face closer to his, giving a slow kiss.
The moment he closed his eyes before he blew out the candle, he was never a man of sweet words. But rather, he chose to keep it to himself, hoping it’ll come true.
Big ty to my amazing beta- wouldn’t b able to post w/o them tbh-
(Sorry if I’m slow to upload lol this mental illness got hands)
Warnings: omegaverse, Bakugo tries to make reader jealous, it doesn’t work, reader tries to make him jealous, swearing, possessiveness, deku nd Shoto being creeps lowkey lmao, paranoia but it’s valid on bakugos part, drug use (weed)
You were ready to drop by the time you got back to the dorms, you’d been working overtime with Fatgum, Kiri, and Momo. They were just as exhausted as the three of you made your way back. When y'all split, you and Momo went to change and check on your mates while Kiri went to grab a snack. Imagine your surprise when you arrived at your room to find it desolate, Katsuki’s nest empty and the room cold. You shrugged it off, he’d been acting weird the last few days, you hadn’t had the chance to check in with him until tonight. He was probably just in the common room with Denki and Mina or something, so you just showered and got changed, then went to look for your mate.
You checked Denki’s room first, but that only contained the wrong blonde, and shinso was over so you moved on as quickly as you could, following Katsuki’s scent to the common room and freezing when you got to the door. There was your mate, cuddled up to Kiri, who’s terrified eyes darted up to meet yours. Your stomach dropped when you saw Katsuki rub his cheek over Kiri’s scent gland. Okay, so it was like that, huh? If Katsuki wanted to be with Kirisofucking badly, who were you to stop him? So you didn’t say anything, pushing down that hurt feeling, holding your breath and making a point to ignore Katsuki as you walked through to the kitchen, scent taking on a sour scent you couldn’t do anything to stop.
Of course you ignored Katsuki on the way back, too, not even glancing in his direction as you stormed back to the rooms, going past your room and knocking on Deku’s door. It swung open a few moments later, Deku’s shocked face peering up at you, Shoto behind him sitting on the bed.
“Katsuki is being a dickhead, is it okay if I stay with you guys for a bit? I brought gifts.” The last part was emphasised by you producing a blunt, and Deku was quick to nod and let you in, closing the door behind you.
“So, what’d he do this time?” Shoto opened the window, making room for you to sit with them on the bed, Deku grabbing the ashtray for you.
“He was just all over Kiri, so I figured if he wants to hang with Kiri so bad I’d let him, and come hang with you guys!”
“Hanging with Denki wouldn’t make him mad enough so you came to Deku and me?” You almost missed Shoto’s smirk, and you couldn’t help but grin.
“Aww, you know me so well!”
Okay, that hadn’t happened the way he’d planned it, Katsuki thought you’d say something, maybe pull him off and back to your room, not completely ignore him. It wasn’t his fault you hadn’t been giving him enough attention, what else was he meant to do other than make you jealous?
“Hey Bakubro, don’t uh, blow my head off or anything, but Y/n is hanging out with Midoriya and Todoroki….” Denki’s words had Katsuki jumping up from where he’d been next to Kiri, looking like he’d been slapped across the face as he bolted out of the common room. Why the fuck were you with Deku? That wasn’t safe- that shithead fucking omega and his fuckstick alpha would steal you away the first chance they got if he didn’t save you! Of all the people, why the fuck did you have to go to him?
The three of you were watching a movie, with you squished in between them, which you couldn’t help but think was kinda odd. The two of them were dating, you had no idea why they’d want you in the middle, but maybe they were just trying to stop you feeling left out? Then Deku rested his head on your shoulder and you froze, heart skipping a beat when the omega rubbed his cheek over your scent gland- What was he doing-? Shoto was right there and- since when had his hand been on your thigh?
“Um- guys- what’s uh- what’s-“
“Youwanted to make Kacchan jealous, didn’t you Y/n? I’m just helping!” Deku pulled away so he could look at you, feigned innocence the only thing you could see in his eyes, he knew you weren’t the smartest, and he’d treat you so much better than Kacchan if you just let him-
He went back to covering himself in your scent, Shoto’s thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin of your thigh-
Then the door was thrown open, a growl cutting through the haze of the room, and you were being yanked out of the room and thrown over Katsuki’s shoulder before you could process what was happening.
He was too angry to speak, slamming the door to your dorm, locking it to make sure there were no unwanted visitors, and then he was pulling your clothes off, ignoring the way you tried to kick him off.
“Katsuki- what the fuck-“
“You fucking reek, Y/n!” He finally snarled, and you shut up, letting your omega strip you down to your underwear, quickly pulling on the hoodie he threw at you. Fuck, he was pissed- honestly you were glad he’d come in, you weren’t sure what would’ve happened if he hadn’t- you were still pretty high, if you were being honest.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Katsuki sat down next to you, anger still coming off of him in waves as he brought his wrist to your neck, rubbing his scent gland so aggressively over yours, you couldn’t help but flinch.
“Uh- I was um-“ It was hard to think, you were already exhausted from work, and so much had happened since then- “You were just uh…. On Kiri so I thought I’d… uh…. Go hang out with them… since you were busy…” You trailed off, you could barely talk, let alone think of lying to him. Katsuki had to bite back a snarl, you were so fucking dumb, just his big dumb alpha, huh?
“You fucking idiot, I was trying to get your attention, I’ve barely fucking seen you all week, you haven’t fucking scented me in days- but if you’d rather hang out with Deku-“
Oh, well, that made sense, you didn’t waste any time pulling him into your lap, rubbing your cheek over his scent gland and peppering kisses over his neck, you could feel the anger melting off him.
“Shoulda just said so, you don’t need to pull that shit with me Katsuki, you know I don’t pick up on stuff like that.” You leaned back against the wall when you were satisfied, resting your mate’s head on your chest and letting your fingers play with his hair. He didn’t respond, just grumbled as he pulled the bedcovers over you, but his scent was back to the warm caramel you were used to, and it wasn’t long before the two of you were dozing off.
Request: So if you think Spinner would have nips…does this mean we could get nsfw headcanons about his s/o messing with his chest? ;P
A/N: I did the ol’ half-and-half because I can only write about chests so much without resorting to short headcanons
SFW:
Shuichi isn’t too insecure about his own body. He struggles a bit with self-conscious issues given how isolated he was as he grew, but he hardly feels uncomfortable in his own body. However, his body- at least in his eyes- feels a bit too uncomfortable to hold. There are times when he’s a bit too touch starved, but he still doesn’t ask for touch, feeling a bit too awkward to actually voice his needs. However, he is a bit rough- scales and muscle adding a particular touch to him.
Because of his body-slash-quirk type, his body is rougher than most. His scales prick against your own skin. However, on his underside- stomach, chest, palms, and soles- he is softer. There’s a lighter tint to him, an almost soft green that blends into his rougher exterior. He isn’t one to show his soft bits to anyone, and often tries to hide it with layers of clothing, and deep into the relationship, he finally removes his layers, and shows you his body. It’s incredibly soft- much softer than you could ever expect. It has a certain squish to it when you press on his stomach, and it’s reminiscent of your own body. Your hands move over his chest, pressed softly where his heart would be and you can feel the heavy thumping of it beat against your palm. He refuses to look at you during this moment, already holding his shirt in such a tight grip that you fear he’s worn the elasticity on the fabric.
With his chest being soft, it’s one of the few places where you can actively rest on him without feeling the ridges of his scales bump under the cotton of his shirt. It’s a heavy weight on him, something that chokes him and proves to be comforting the moment that you roll off of him, or even simply move. You’re much warmer than anything else he’s ever touched, and he likes that feeling. If you aren’t laying on his chest, he finds himself subconsciously rubbing his hand over his chest, cupping over the swell of his breast where you would rest your hand. With you, he can fall asleep easily- you make him feel warm, the type where you’ve gotten clothes out of the dryer and you rest under a pile of blankets, cocooned and safe for just a brief moment where your body lays heavy from the world.
Due to him having scales and not being one to generally practice self-care on himself, he often- albeit reluctantly- allows you to rub cream over his body. You get particularly touchy when he grows close to molting- running your hands over him in slow, circular motions and stopping inches before you can curve your hands over his torso. It feels as if he’s being edged in the worst way possible- his breath held, and eyes focused too closely on the cracks in the wall, and acutely aware of how your hands feel. He can feel every touch from you- the way that you run a finger down a peculiarly deep scar that is smooth under your touch. Or even the way that when you finally do get his chest, how you press your palms to his chest, and he wonders if you’ve noticed that he’s stopped breathing.
Unsurprisingly, he loves the attention that you give to him. While he’d never say it out loud, he never wants you to leave him without your touch. He’s much more of an action type of person, holding onto your wrists and looking down when you try to peel your hands away from him. Shuichi isn’t sure if it’s the years of solitude or the fact that he’s so helpless around you, that makes him so needful to your touch. The first time you touched his bare chest he let out a soundful gasp, and wouldn’t speak for the remainder of the time. And still, he remains speechless to your touch. He still feels his body grow tense and heart beat against his ribcage. He can feel your hand- every soft brush of it, the soft tapping of your pinky tapping alongside his pectoral, the way that your nails scratch lightly under his chest. It’s all so bare to him, and he holds your hand to him, not wanting you to move away until he’s had his fill.
NSFW:
You always seem to focus on his chest when things are growing feverish between the two of you. Your hands cup at his face, threading to his hair and tugging near the scalp as you push yourself closer to him. Slowly, your hands will come down, curving over his chest, running your thumbs in arches where his nipples pebble under your touch. Shuichi isn’t sure if he’s sensitive due to being so new at these types of experiences- even pleasuring himself, he was never one to touch his chest so he’s incredibly new to all these touches. He pants and whines under you, breaking the kiss and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. It’s low pitched, his snout running along your neck, humping against your body as his hands claw into your sides as your pinch at his nipples.
When you go down on him, there’s a hand that holds on his thigh or cups over his package, nuzzling your face into his crotch, drunk on him and his scent. With his head tilted back, he fails to feel your other hand ghost upwards his chest, reaching past his abdomen tickling the soft, supple skin that squishes under your touch. His breathing is ragged, wheezing almost, as he feels his high approaching. When your hands pinch at his nipple, twisting the hardening bud, he sucks in a sharp breath, letting out a lewd moan. A hand cups your own hand, keeping it there even when you try to move onto the other neglected nipple. He’s whining, humping into your wet mouth and begging under his breath, as you continue to play with his abused nipple.
He absolutely loves when you kiss him, taking the initiative to touch him and come close to him, pressing your self flushed against him where he can only gasp and lay under you. As your lips are busy, his mind foggy and thick with arousal, he can hardly notice when you break the kiss, pecking down his body, your tongue soft and scratched by his scales. You know better by now than to try to leave any type of bites or marks on him- the most that it’ll ever do is leave the softer side of him puffed. He’s panting, feeling how you whine and buck into him, and then your lips are on his chest.
It’s in this moment that he looks down at you, and you look up at him with wide, doe eyes, your mouth giving an open kiss to his nipples. He’s over the moon, whining and bucking, trying to murmur any sort of sentence for you to be gentle only to interrupt himself with a moan when you let your teeth nip at the mound, immediately feeling the swell of the abuse and giving a light kiss at it in order to soothe him. He forces himself to look at you, to keep his eyes trained as you mouth at his chest, kissing and squeezing him. It’s attention that he never got and he’s wrecked with your touch, with how you give him such careful attention, how you let one of his breasts be played with a hand, and the other to be kissed and lightly suckled by your mouth. It’s enough for him to stain his pants, shaking and chirping under his breath.
Even though he enjoys the attention to his chest, it can still be too much for him to ask you to do such a thing. He really should be giving you pleasure, but he adores your attention, adores how you kiss at him and knows how to make him squirm. You know just how to take care of him, and he hates to ask you, but he wants you to focus on his chest. He always feels awkward about it, insecure in a way to ask you to do something so specific that isn’t the usual thing, that this new thing feels almost taboo on his tongue when he asks. He gestures to his gesture, grabs at your hand and looks at you with a pout. He can’t bring himself to ask you to do something like that to him. Shuichi loves your attention, getting drunk off of it until his mind is a swirl of incoherent thoughts. Getting overstimulated just by chest play always feels so foreign that it makes him cream himself as you grind against him.
I wrote this piece a long time ago, so if it sucks, blame past me.
Word count: 700
Requested: Nope, an old draft.
Info: Both y/n and Hawks are pro-heroes.
Warning: Fluff.
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You had been working with Hawks for a little over a year now. In the start, Hawks would often be the one to train with you, and soon you both began joking around while training
It all started with him complimenting you for your speedy and reaction time. That’s when you decided to make a joke about you two being like predator and prey.
You don’t know why, but Hawks lost his shit.
Since you had a mouse quirk, you often had night parole. You would often show up to work, Hawks was about to leave. You two would always stop and chat with each other before you two went your separate ways.
Sometimes you and Hawks had parole together, it wasn’t very often, but when it happened, you two always had a blast.
It didn’t take long for you to develop a crush on Hawks. Even though you’ve had a long and hard day, Hawks would always make it a little better.
If you two had parole together, and nothing was happening, you two would just be joking around.
And if anything did happen, but you two were too far away, Hawks wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up and fly you guys to the scene.
Even fighting, you two were good together. You would often distract the villain from the ground, while Hawks would attack from above.
There was one time when you got critically injured and were in the hospital for over a month. Even though you weren’t conscious for the whole time, you were told that Hawks would show up every day. When you did gain your consciousness again, it didn’t stop Hawks from visiting you, and he would often make you had eaten and stayed hydrated.
After you had gotten out of the hospital, Hawks was a little more careful with you, but let you do your thing. ——– You and Hawks were getting ready for night parole. You were getting your gear on and strapped in.
“Hawks! Are you almost ready?” You asked him.
“Yeah, almost, just wait for me a little longer.” Hawks shouted to you.
“Any longer and I might leave you behind!” You shouted.
“Nooo, don’t do that to me, y/n.” You heard Hawks whine.
“Haha, I’m kidding, of course, I’ll wait for you, bird brain.” You laughed. You sat down and decided to wait for Hawks. How come your hero costume looked so much more complicated, but it was always Hawks that took the longest time to get ready.
You looked around the room and spotted Hawks’ famous jacket hanging from a chair. You walked over and picked it up.
You just kind of looked at it, that was until you got an idea. You walked over to the nearest mirror and tried it on.
On Hawks, it just looked like a normal jacket, but on you, it just looked huge. At first, you just looked at yourself in awe. But then you decided to have some fun.
“I am the legendary Hawks! Catch me if you can, villain!” You said, and spread your arms out and pretended they were wings. You ran around the room pretending to be flying.
Meanwhile, Hawks had heard your shouting and decided to check up on you. The sight he was met with was not what he had expected.
“You think you can stop me! Fool, for I am the legendary Hawks!” You said and ran around the room again.
“Having fun are we?” You heard a very familiar voice ask you. Your whole face was placed, and you turned your face towards the voice.
“Oh hi Hawks, this is not what it looks like.” You felt your whole face become red.
Why? Maybe because you just embarrassed yourself in front of your crush.
“Now, because it looks like a little mouse has stolen my favorite jacket.” He said and backed you against a wall.
“Now, what do you have to say for yourself.” Hawks asked you as he leaned in closer.
“Not today!” You shouted and escaped.
“Oh, so that’s how you play little mouse. Okay, I’m game.” Hawks smirked and chased after you.
Safe to say, parole could wait a little while longer.
Info: Quirkless college au, teeth rotting fluff. Reader is gender neutral
Warning: Nope.
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Another day, another boring lesson. What had he expected?
For Sero, it was just another day in his boring college life. Sero looked around, not interested in the lector anyway, and when he looked around he saw he wasn’t the only one.
As he looked around at the other students, his eyes finally landed on you. You sat at the end of the same row he was sitting in, still pretty far away from him.
Sero continued To stare at you, completely captivated by you. He looked at you as you kept looking up from your note blog, and down again, probably taking notes from this lesson.
Sero took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of you and sent it to his friends in their groupchat. He asked them if anyone knew who they were, sadly no luck. That was until Mina came through.
“Yeah, that y/n l/n, they’re in my morning class.” She wrote back to him.
Y/n l/n, huh. They even have a pretty name.
Sero continued texting his friends, that he didn’t notice his lector ending.
“Hey!” A voice rang out throughout the room. Sero looked up and saw no one around him.
“Class over, you can leave now,” His professor told him, and he gathered his things and hurried out of the room, hoping to catch one more glimpse of you. Sadly, he didn’t see you in the corridor. He looked at the picture he snapped of you and decided to talk to Mina later.
Some time went by, but he didn’t see you very often. Even when he did, he was with someone, or you were too far away.
Sero complained to his friends, telling them he wanted to get to know you more since you seemed nice.
“Oooh, does someone have a crush~” Mina teased him? He looked at her with a grumpy expression.
“No, I don’t have a crush on them, is there something wrong with wanting to get to know someone new.” Sero laid back in the beanbag and stared at the ceiling.
“Whatever you say, Hun.” Mina smiled to herself.
Even more, time went by where Sero couldn’t get closer to you, and it was driving him mad. At this point, he wanted so badly to just give up and move on with his life.
But as if fate had heard his frustration, they decided to have some mercy n him for once.
Here he was once again, same class, same professor, same boring student life. Sero was playing with his pen while trying his best to listen to his professor blabber on.
“All right class, partner up and get this project done, and I want it done by the end of this month.” The professor announced, and the unmotivated groans of students could he hard throughout the room.
Sero looked around for someone to partner up with, but he didn’t even get the chance to before he felt someone poke his shoulder.
He turned his head and almost fell out of his seat out of shock when he saw you standing before him.
“Hey, I saw you didn’t have a partner yet, So I wanted to ask if you wanted to partner up. Of course, you don’t have to if you already have someone in mind.” You told him.
“No! I mean Yes! I mean, I don’t have anyone in mind, so yes, we should partner up.” Sero chuckled nervously and tried to act naturally in front of you.
“Great! How about we meet up at the library after school, of course, only if you’re available.” Oh god, that smile. It almost melted his heart into a puddle.
“S-Sure, I’ve got nothing going after school. See you then, I guess.” Sero smiled back at you.
“Oh, by the way, my name is y/n l/n.” You introduced yourself. Even though he already knew your name, he didn’t mind hearing it again.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Sero Hanta.” He reached out his hand, which you gladly took into your own, and shook his. Sero couldn’t help but feel like your hand felt like it fit so perfectly in his.
“All right Sero, I see you later at the library.” You smiled and began to leave, and Sero followed you with his gaze.
“After school at the library, don’t forget!” You turned and shouted at him, showing him one of your lovely smiles once again before leaving.
Sero couldn’t vibe that dorky smile off of his face, that was until he remembers he didn’t know what the project was about. He groaned and slammed his head against the table.
Whatever, he still got to see you after school, he just hoped you wouldn’t be too mad when he told you.
The rest of the day seemed to move too slow for Sero’s liking, and when school was finally, he shoved everything into his bag and walked as fast to the library. On his way there, he saw Denki.
“Hey man, where are going?” Denki asked him, but Sero didn’t even stop to tell him.
“Sorry bro, I have to study, see you later.” He waved at Denki and continued to walk towards the library. He soon reached the library and saw you standing outside waiting for him.
“Hey!” He called out, and you turned your attention towards him and smiled at him. Sero could’ve melted into a puddle right then and there, but he carried on towards you.
“Hey, you made it” You greeted him.
“Sorry, did I make you wait long?” He asked you.
“No, I barely just got here before you showed up.” You shook your head.
“Oh, here before I forget.” You handed him a coffee.
“For some extra energy.” You winked at him, and Sero felt as if someone has shot him through his heart.
“T-Thanks, I pay you back some time.” Sero gladly took the coffee from your hand, feeling your soft hand brushes up against his own.
“It’s okay, that one is on me, come on, let’s get this project started.” You walked into the library and Sero followed right after you.
“Okay, I got everything ready, where do you wanna start?” You asked him as you both sat down.
“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t listening when our professor announced the project, so I don’t know what we’re doing.” Sero rubbed his neck and tried to avoid eye contact with you.
You looked at him for a second before bursting out laughing and being shushed by the surrounding people.
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.” You dried your tears.
“I just didn’t think anyone else besides me thought the classes were boring.” You admitted.
“But I see you taking notes all the time.” Sero pointed out.
“That’s because my friend is too lazy to get up, so she begs me to notes for her. I swear one day I’m not doing it.” Sero chuckled at your explanation.
“Anyway, let’s get started, I’ll explain along the way.” You said, and you both began with the easy things, working your way through.
After a few hours of studying, you both agreed to stop for today before it got too late.
“Well, I think we got a good done for today, don’t you think?” You asked him.
“Definitely. Hey, thank you for not getting mad at me for not knowing what we’re were doing.” Sero thanked you.
“Oh, that was nothing. I think I would be in the same boat if I didn’t take notes for my friend.” You smiled as you packed the last of your things.
“Hey, before I forget, can I get your number, so we can keep in contact?” Sero asked you.
“Sure! I don’t see why not, you seem like a nice guy. I would like to get to know you more.” You said and wrote down your number and a piece of paper. Sero hoped you couldn’t see him blushing.
“Cool, I would like to get to know you better too.” Sero smiled at you, and you were sure you could feel one of Cupid’s arrows shot through your heart.
“Here you go, What do you say, same time tomorrow?” You asked him as you handed your number over to him.
“Sounds good to me,” Sero said and looked at your number before stuffing it in his pocket for the time being.
“Cool.” You said and got up, and Sero followed suit and followed you to the library entrance.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sero said.
“Definitely, and I’m looking forward to spending more time with you. See you tomorrow.” you waved at him as you walked away.
Sero smiled and fished out his phone and your number and put your number into his phone.
As you walked back to your dorm, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You fished it out and looked at the screen.
“I look forward to spending more time with you, too. - Sero” It was a message from Sero. You smiled and quickly saved his number to your phone. You smiled the rest of your walk back.
Throughout the month, you and Sero met up at the library to finish your project together. Even though you two worked on the project and got much of it done, sometimes you just ended up talking. Sero would often talk about his friends and the crazy things they have done, which in turn would often make you laugh.
Once again, you and Sero were studying at the library, but this time you ended up meeting later since one of your classes dragged out.
Sero felt his phone buzz and fished it out of his pocket. Turned out it was a message from Denki.
“Hey, we’re getting pizza, wanna come with us?” Denki had asked him.
“Hey?” Sero called out to you, and you looked up from your computer.
“Yes?” You answered.
“My friends are getting pizza, wanna tag along with us?” Sero asked you.
“Oh god yes, I’m starving at this point.” You said and slumped backward in your chair. Sero chuckled and texted his friend back.
“Sure, I’m taking y/n with me, we’re both pretty hungry.” Sero texted.
“Oooh; Are we finally gonna meet your lover.” Denki teased Sero.
“They’re not my lover.” Sero texted him back.
“Not yet, at least ;)” Denki texted Sero. Sero was about to write back when he felt you poke his back.
“I’m ready when you are, which I hope is soon.” You smiled as you stood beside him.
“I’m ready. Let’s get something to eat.” Sero said, and you both met up with his friends on the way. After being introduced to all his friends, you went to buy the pizzas and afterward went to his friend Bakugou’s place.
During the whole evening, you talked and made jokes as you all ate. After eating, you all sat down and Sero’s friend began talking about all the crazy shit they had done in the past.
You had sat down beside Sero, and as his friends continued talking, you rested your head on his shoulder. Sero froze for a second, before relaxing again and slowly placing an arm around your shoulder.
As the night got closer, the more tired you got. At some point, you decided to go home, before it was too late.
“I’d better get home, I have school tomorrow.” You got up and Sero followed you.
“Let me walk you back to your dorm,” Sero said.
“You don’t have to do that Sero, I’ll be fine on my own.” You reassured him, but Sero wanted none of that.
“I insist, not that I was gonna back down on my offer.” Sero smiled at you.
“Oh, Okay. Bye, everyone! Thank you for tonight!” You shouted to the others.
“Bye y/n, please come hang out with us again,” Mina told you.
“Oh definitely, I need to hear more stories about Sero’s skateboard adventures.” You laughed.
“Okay, I think you’ve had your fun for tonight, see you later guys.” Sero bid his friends goodbye.
You laughed as Sero walked you home.
“I hope you had a good time tonight, certainly seemed like you did.” Sero grinned.
“Are you kidding, that’s the most fun I’ve had in a while, plus I made some new friends.
"Well, I’m glad you and my friends get along, makes things a whole lot easier.” Sero slung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to himself.
“Oh, absolutely.” You smiled and placed your left hand on his arm. You two soon reach your dorm.
“Well. I guess I’ll see you after school tomorrow.” You said and turned towards Sero.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there as always,” Sero reassured.
“Great, see you tomorrow.” You said but before you could ever your dorm, you felt Sero pull you towards him. You soon felt his soft lips on yours.
You were shocked but melted into the kiss, gripping onto his jacket to steady yourself. Your lips melted together so perfectly, you didn’t want to pull away, but nothing lasted forever.
Sero pulled away and smiled at you.
“See you tomorrow, beautiful,” Sero said and pulled away from you. You watched him walk away, you waited until you couldn’t see him anymore before you decided to go inside.
The next day at the library was unusually quiet between the both of you. Not because you didn’t want today anything, but because of the event happening last night. The both of you kept stealing glances at each other, catching each other in the act a few times, which lead to blushing faces.
Along the way, Sero must have gotten some more courage, because you felt his foot poke at yours and intertwine his legs with yours. You looked up at him, and he flashed you a shy smile. You smiled back at him and let his foot slowly caress your leg.
Though things were awkward for a little while, things went back to normal, well as normal as they could be.
The end of the month was getting closer and closer, and you and Sero were practically done with your project, you were just adjusting it at this point. The thought of you and Sero not spending as much time anymore made you sad, especially of how much you had fallen in love with him during all of this.
But you weren’t the only one saddened by the thought of you two spending less time together. Sero wanted to keep spending more time with you even outside of school. He wanted to take you out on dates, maybe even teach you how to skate since you had shown an interest in it.
It was the last week before the project had to be turned in, and you and Sero had just finished your project. You were standing outside the library saying goodbye to each other.
“Hey, I hope we can like to hang out even after this, you’re a cool person,” Sero said as he held your hand in his.
“I would love to, maybe we have more time since we don’t have a huge project stopping us from doing it.” You smiled as you swung your hands gently back and forth.
“Haha, Yeah we probably do.” Sero laughed. Silence fell over the two of you until you decided to speak.
“Well, see you tomorrow, I guess.” You said and let go of his hand, his hand missing your warmth the second your hand left his.
“Yeah, see you,” Sero said and looked at your figure becoming smaller and smaller with each step you took.
‘It’s now or never.’ Sero thought and pulled out his phone.
You felt your phone buzzing and you pulled it out only to see you got a text from Sero. You opened it and the words “Be Mine.” filled your vision.
You turned around to see if Sero was still there, and there he still stood staring at you. You could feel the adrenaline kick in and you began running towards him.
Sero opened his arms, and you ran straight into them, locking your arms around him. You both hugged each other tightly, never wanting to let each other go.
You could feel tears fall down your cheeks from the pure happiness you were feeling.
“So what do you say? Wanna be mine forever?” Sero asked you.
“What do you think idiot, yes, like a million times yes.” You said and looked at him.
“Good, because I’m not letting you go.” Sero smiled and planted his lips on yours. You wrapped your around his neck and returned the kiss.
You both pulled away and looked at each other. You both smiled and leaned both your foreheads together, enjoying the euphoria you both were feeling.
You couldn’t think of anyone else you would rather be together with right now than your partner: Sero Hanta.
I wanna wish you guys happy holidays, and a Happy New Year when we get so far. Here’s to hoping 2022 will be better.
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Pairing: Older!Mirio Togata x gn!reader
Word Count: 700
Requested: No
Warning: Nope, just Mirio being a loveable idiot.
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This is set in the far future. Mirio is a pro-hero, and you and he have been dating for the past year. The both of you are on your way to Mirio’s place to have dinner with him.
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You sat in the passenger seat as Mirio drove the car to his dad’s place. His dad had called earlier in the week and invited both of you to dinner. It was snowing while you drove, but nothing too bad. It had been snowing almost all week, and now a thick layer of snow had laid itself on the roads.
You two arrived at his place, and Mirio turned off the car and got out of the car, and walked around to help you out. You walked around to the trunk and fished out a box of cookies you had brought along as thanks. Mirio wanted to carry them for you, but you told him you got it.
Along the way, Mirio started flailing around, and then fall onto the icy ground. You looked at him for a second, but then you cracked a smile and began laughing. Mirio began laughing too at the situation. He tried to get up but ended up falling again, which made you laugh even harder. So hard you started to lose your balance too.
While trying to keep your balance and balance the cookies, mirio tried to get up and help you but fell on the ground again. You tried to keep your balance, it was a battle you had lost from the beginning You fell on your butt, and the cookies landed beside you. You sat there stunned and stared at nothing in particular, and just tried to process what just happened. Mirio stared at you, worried that you had hurt yourself.
That was until you burst out laughing at what had happened. It wasn’t long before Mirio joined you. You tried to stand up but found that standing with your hands still on the ground was a little easier.
“Grab my hand y/n.” Mirio reached his hand out to you. You carefully grabbed his hand, while having the other one on the ground still.
“Okay, now try to give me your other hand.” Mirio smiled.
“Easier said than done.” You laughed and grabbed his other hand. Mirio slowly pulled your hands onto his shoulders.
“Okay, what now?” You asked.
“I have no idea,” Mirio said. You tried to look at him the best you could, and he looked at you. You both burst out laughing. After a good minute, you two quiet down.
“Okay, I’ll try to walk backward, so hold on,” Mirio told you, and you tighten your grip on his shoulders.
“Please, Mirio, be careful.” You told Mirio as you felt him slowly walk backward.
“Don’t worry y/n, see it’s fine-” As Mirio was reassuring you, you felt him bump into something, and slowly begin to fall backward.
“Mirio!” You shouted as he pulled you down with him. With a thud, you two landed on the hard and frozen ground. You landed on top of him.
“Mirio! Are you okay?!” You quickly got off of it. You felt one of Mirio’s hands on your back.
“I’m fine, but what about you? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?” Mirio asked you. You stared at him for a second and then began laughing.
“You idiot, I’m fine. You should worry more about yourself.” You said and laid your head on his chest.
“As long as you’re okay, I’ll be fine.” Mirio laughed and placed his hand on your head.
“You cheeseball, let’s get up and not fall this time.” You said and started to crawl away from the icy spot. Mirio followed your lead. You both Finally stood up, slowly, as to not fall again. Mirio retrieved the cookies for you.
“Shall we go?” You smiled at Mirio and took his hand into yours, Mirio smiled at you and nodded. You walked towards his dad’s place, careful not to fall this time.
What you didn’t know is that Mirio’s dad had been watching the whole ordeal go down. If he didn’t think you were perfect for Mirio, he thought you knew.
Synopsis: Your quiet village life is suddenly upended one foggy morning as forgein ships beach on the wet sand of your Isle. You know they can only be after one thing, your sister, for she is gifted with Sight. Sworn to protect her, you urge her to run and hide while you assess the damage only to find that you are both greatly out matched and out numbered. Will you be willing to fight the Gods to insure your sister’s safety or will you accept the hand you were dealt?
“I don’t want to be alone tonight” + falling asleep on them
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Word Count: 720
A/N: it’s my first time participating in a BNHArem server collab! This month’s theme is all Bakugou Katsuki and everyone has put out some really wonderful work! It’s a Pro Hero AU and I hope you enjoy this lil drabble <3
“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” is what he desperately wants to tell you. Perhaps something along the lines of pleading for you to stay with him as the both of you stand at the entrance of the agency where you would normally each go your own way to your respective homes. Anything that could express that he doesn’t want to be separated from you ever, really, but tonight his resistance to that desire has all but vanished. However, as much as he’s made progress, he’s still the emotionally constipated Bakugou you know.
Thankfully, the feeling’s mutual and you can read him better than any telepath. You’re the one who ends up saying those words with your head hung as your battered hand pathetically latches onto the sleeve of his sweater. You thought you’d be too tired to feel ashamed and embarrassed to be a pro hero looking like a scared child.
You’re fully prepared for him to scoff at the sight and stubbornly refuse in spite of himself, but instead he lets out a grunt that’s somehow gentle, takes your hand in his larger one, and begins to lead the way to his apartment.
* * *
You’re sitting next to each other on the couch of his surprisingly really well decorated living room with the television playing a random sitcom that you’ve long tuned out. Neither of you has uttered a word since the agency and you’re okay with that. But despite being right next to him you still feel alone.
It’s a strange limbo to be stuck in; exhausted and completely drained, yet unable to fall asleep. You don’t know what you were expecting as you hadn’t thought past him even staying with you after the day you’ve both had. But you were hoping to at the very least be able to get some rest before having to head out to work in the morning and doing it all over again. Was it foolish of you to think that you might feel less lonely if he took pity on you and—
Your downward spiral is interrupted by Bakugou’s strong arm pulling you to his side. Eyes widening ever so slightly, you glance up to meet vermillion eyes framed by dark circles to match your own. As he sinks the both of you further into the couch, you realize how truly tense and absolutely beat up you are from your day.
Calloused fingertips push stray hairs away from your face and relief begins to outweigh the surprise you feel at his tender actions. Apparently that relief finds company with an overwhelming wave of emotions that have gone under months of repression. “I-I’m s-sorr— I don’t want to be alone—”
“You’re not going to be. I’m not leaving you tonight.” His hoarse voice is a half whisper as he wipes away ghost tears you wish would just fall. Bakugou figures his pride has already been checked at the door and now just isn’t the time to battle against his desire to convey to you that he never wants to leave your side. But he’s still him, so it’s with lightly flushed cheeks that he averts his eyes and says, “Y-You don’t have to be alone tomorrow night either.”
You use the last of your energy to offer a smile of affirmation before letting yourself collapse into him. The steady sound of his beating heart helps you exit the limbo as you find yourself in a more peaceful place. The irony of a hero finally being able to feel safe doesn’t escape you, but neither does the warmth of the person who allows you to feel it. Careful hands caress your face and hair in soothing movements as the motion of Bakugou’s rhythmic breathing provides you with more comfort than a mother rocking her child to sleep.
“Thank you, Katsuki,” you breathe out as you finally surrender yourself to slumber.
Bakugou finds solace in the fact that you’re blind to the heat that finds its way to the tips of his ears at the sound of your voice saying his given name. He leans down to press his lips to the crown of your head, a show of affection which he will swear up and down never happened when the two of you find yourselves in the same situation the next day.
Request: Todoroki’s s/o gets hurt during the Overhaul Fight? Like they’re with Midoriya and get really hurt while trying to save Eri. And Todoroki is worried, pacing back and forth because his s/o was at Nighteye’s internship as well. When everyone comes back he just sees his s/o all bandanged up. Fluff at the end please!
A/N: I oddly enough haven’t written many imagines for our much beloved Shoto, I mean he’s my favorite character and there is so much potential. So I’m glad to be writing for him again. Even though I got this request forever ago, and have been putting it off.
Shoto had been very personally disappointed with himself when he failed his provisional license exam, it was a major setback to his goals and it was a bhumiliatinging to be one of the only two students who failed the exam. Now, he would have to take remedial courses to be able to retake the exam, and he would only get his license weeks, if not months, after his classmates.
It was in those moments of disappointment that he was glad to have (Y/N), who always knew when he was upset and how to make him feel better.
“You’re gonna catch up in no time,” she assured him, “and you said you felt bad for how you treated that super intense guy from Shiketsu during the recommendation exam. Now you have the chance to let him know the real you, and not the cold, dismissive person you were then.”
Shoto was resting on your lap, the way he always liked at the end of the day, with her hand absentmindedly tossling in his dual-colored locks. Truth be told, he was so relaxed he could only hear half of what she was saying.
“Was I really that bad?”
“Kinda, but you had your reasons,” (Y/N) explained, running her hand under his bangs and over the skin of his forehead, lightly over the burn skin of his left side. “And you’re amazing now, so you don’t have to worry about winning this guy over. You managed to win me over. I know you’ll do your best.”
Shoto felt better about his remedial courses now, he took (Y/N)’s words to heart, and was prepared to try his hardest to catch up to her and the rest of his classmates. And he didn’t have to do them alone, he would have Bakugou in those classes, even if they didn’t particularly get along with each other, and he would have a chance to reconcile with Inasa. And then he would come back to the dorms and get to tell her all about it. It would all be okay.
That was what he thought, however (Y/N) seemed to have other plans. While most of their classmates weren’t planning to do anything with their new licenses yet, a few of them decided to actually apply for work studies, and (Y/N) was one of them. She was going to the Nighteye agency with Midoriya and one of the Big Three, Mirio. Which meant he wouldn’t see her for long stretches of time.
He wasn’t upset. Or at least he tried not to appear so when he heard her and Midoriya talking excitedly about it. It was easy to cover up with his usual stoic expressions. Shoto didn’t know much about being a boyfriend, or anything about relationships in general, but what he had learnt was that being too possessive was frowned upon. He was happy for her to have this opportunity; in the same way that if he had his license, he would have done the work study as well, and he would have wanted the same support.
The issue was that between his remedial courses and her work study, he wasn’t sure when they would have time for each other after classes when they could actually spend time together for the next couple of weeks.
She held his right hand. He knew she would usually prefer the left side, it was warmer and people usually don’t like to hold cold hands. But it was still summer, even if it was starting to fleet somedays. They were sitting on one of the benches on campus right as they got out of class, somewhere private away from the dorm where they could just be with each other.
(Y/N) held his single hand in both of hers, letting his body temperature cool her from the hot sun and humid climate. One hand held his palm firmly, so it wouldn’t fall out of her grasp, and the other traced over his fingers and the backside of his hand absentmindedly. Shoto released all control to her, he didn’t care which hand she wanted to hold or how she did it, he just wanted her to keep holding his hand for as long as possible.
“It’s going to be okay,” she spoke, “it’s only for a little bit of time, and then we’ll both be back to normal when my work study is done and you get your license. We’ll still see each other at lunch and in class, and I’ll text you.”
Shoto didn’t know what to say. That he didn’t think it was going to be okay. That this wasn’t a little bit of time, it was going to be at least a month for your work study and he would notice that you were gone. And he would miss you.
Instead he said, “okay.”
Shoto had hated many versions of himself over the years, and now he hated himself in that moment too for once again being too inept to actually tell someone how he was feeling and instead swallowing it.
He should have said something, although he’s sure that wouldn’t have changed anything about either of their decisions, it would only lead to a fight. And Shoto would do anything to avoid getting into a fight. Why end up in a fight if he wasn’t going to get to see her anyways? At least this way she would be happy to see him when they could make time for each other.
For the first week, it was the way (Y/N) promised it would be.
Nothing was too different from how it used to be. At least, during the early hours of the days until they were done with classes. That remained unchanged. It was the time after their classes and during the weekends where the change became most evident, especially as the weeks dragged on.
At first she kept true to her promise to text him often. Shoto’s communication skills remained poor even when it text form, usually sending curt responses with unnecessarily formal structure and grammar. When he would be sitting in his dorm room, meant to be studying or socializing with his classmates, he was instead awaiting any news from (Y/N), as if she only existed on his phone. At first she would send long text messages with meaningful words of affirmation, and then with time, Shoto would get emojis that he didn’t understand.
And none of them were adequate substitutes for actually having (Y/N) there with him. No matter what thoughtful messages she could send that would have the same impact as when she just held his hand, or the way she looked at him. And the emojis of kissy faces only irritated him with empty promises.
Shoto began to feel as the weeks pass that the withdrawal is beginning to affect him more than just clinginess. Suddenly, Shoto will begin feeling jealous when he sees (Y/N) spending lunch with Midoriya, talking about their work study, and having to keep secrets surrounding it together. Shoto knows it’s wrong. He trusts both of them with his life, they are two of the most important people in his life, his partner and his best friend. But he can’t help but wish that he was the one who was doing the work study with her.
The days continue to pass, the messages have all but stopped, they have at least ceased to actually make him feel any better. Shoto just feels himself waiting around all day and wondering what she’s doing that she can’t talk to him about and what he isn’t allowed to ask about.
He would have liked to believe he was someone who could always compose himself with the utmost level-headedness and decorum. However, that would have been an untrue statement and he grew to regret his behavior.
“I’m sorry!” (Y/N) was out of breath and exhausted, unable to control her volume and she ended up screaming her apology. Shoto barely looked up at her from where he sat, using his spare time to write another letter for his mother. She placed her things down and closed the door. “I didn’t mean to be late.”
“And yet, you are,” he whispered.
(Y/N) heard him, he could see it in the corner of his eye. Her lips moved into a frown, his snippy comment hurt her, but she didn’t address it, trying to let it roll down her back and not sour their evening. Well, thirty minutes before lights out. She got down on her knees at sat across from him.
Shoto would have embraced her before, he would have let her hold him until she was forced to leave his room. Before they entered this period where things felt awkward between the two of them. (Y/N) was clearly feeling the same way, sitting across from him instead of nestling at his side. It had been this way, a result of the bitterness and neglect over the past few weeks.
Instead, he ignored her to remain focused on his note. She had left him waiting for more than an hour, sitting patiently like a dog waiting for their owner to come home. Now, he was doing something else and frustrated. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, either because he was too angry or afraid that looking at her would make his anger fade away and he would simply forgive and forget.
(Y/N) was quickly fed up with the silent treatment. “I didn’t do it on purpose. And I’m here now, so what’s the big deal? Come on, we only have a few minutes, I don’t wanna–”
“Then you should just go,” Shoto interrupted her. It slip out of his mouth without thought. But he knew that was how he felt in the moment. Shoto peaked up from his paper to see her expression. She was surprised with how blunt he was, and his words hurt her and she wasn’t unable to let them roll over her. (Y/N)’s lips quivered, as if she was going to say something, maybe argue with him.
Instead she rose to her feet. “Fine.”
Shoto hadn’t spoke to her since that exchange. Three days passed by without another word between them. Even with how busy they had both been recently, they had never gone a day without some form of communication. There were no more texts, they didn’t walk to class together, or sit together at lunch, and (Y/N) hadn’t returned to his room since he told her to leave.
In the moment, he had wanted (Y/N) to leave his room. He didn’t want to fight, and if she stayed that was exactly what they would have done. Shoto imagined he would get some rest and then wake up with all his frustrations gone and the two would return to the same state of bliss their relationship had always had. However, when he woke up the next morning and didn’t see any messages from her.
When he left for class, he didn’t think to go by her room. If she didn’t want message him, then he wasn’t going to bother to see if she wanted to walk to class together. And it continued like that throughout the day, into the next and the one after that. (Y/N) and Shoto ignored each other, as if not a month ago they weren’t attached at the hip.
It felt righteous to be angry at her for the first two days. Shoto argued with himself that she had been the one who was insensitive to his needs, that she was the one who should be apologizing to him. Even if he was the first one to push her away. Shoto bitterly joked about how pointless it would be to apologize if she would still not be able to spend time together for this last week. He told himself it didn’t matter.
And he believed that until the third day, when he realized how much harder it was to go from limited contact to no contact. How much those little messages mattered to him, and getting to hold her hand on the way to class. Being without it, caused a blackout to form in Shoto’s stomach and sent his mind spiraling, realizing what a jerk he had been.
How could he think he was right when he hurt her? Why was he trying to fool himself thinking he could make it a weak without her holding him— even just playing with his hair or holding his hand. Shoto hadn’t known how to be a boyfriend and now he was afraid that he had ruined everything. Could he even call himself her boyfriend if she haven’t spoken to him in three days? What if the reason you hadn’t spoken was because it was a breakup and he had lost her?
The third day was pure agony and what-ifs.
And on the fourth day, when you left bright and early for her last day of hero studies, Shoto decided he needed to know if he still had a girlfriend and beg for her forgiveness and plead for a second chance. Whatever it would take to set things right, the way that he wanted them to be. It as a simple message just asking to talk, and he struggled the rest of the day to figure out what he was going to say to her.
Shoto paced across his room, trying to say the words aloud. But even in the privacy of his dorm room, Shoto still felt embarrassed, as if he was making a fool of himself. Shoto couldn’t find any words, he hadn’t done much to confess the first time to (Y/N), truly she did the heavy lifting in that department. Shoto was more fond of buying her gifts or spending time with her. But that wasn’t going to get her back, Shoto needed to speak to her, all the apologies and begging she was owed.
But Shoto didn’t get a response. The hours passed through the day, and Shoto hadn’t gotten any answer to his request that they meet. In fact, she hadn’t even read the message yet. Was she really still ignoring him? Even when he made the first step. Was that how little their relationship meant to (Y/N).
The dual-haired boy fell onto his bed and forgot about planning some grand romantic gesture. Instead he stared at his phone waiting to see if she would ever read it, let alone respond to it. Shoto could feel the minutes pass into hours, waiting around for her.
By the afternoon, Shoto must have been moping and losing hope for his relationship with (Y/N) for hours, there was a knock at his door. It was light, but whoever was knocking kept banging, hoping to gain his attention. He would have ignored it, to continue enjoying his misery, but then a voice came from the other side. His classmate, Yaoyorozu.
“Todoroki, you have to come! There’s been an emergency!” She was speaking somewhat erratically, but she managed to keep her composure as befitting a leader. “It’s Midoriya, Uraraka, Asui, Kirishima, and (L/N)! There was a villain attack—!”
She didn’t even have to make it halfway through her sentence, the moment he heard (Y/N)’s name, he had thrown his phone away and ran to the door. He startled Yaoyorozu, but she looked understanding. She knew how much (Y/N) meant to Shoto.
“What happened?!” Shoto demanded, trying his best to restrain himself, “where is (Y/N)?! Is she okay?!”
“It’s on the news report,” she explained to him. “They didn’t mention anyone by name, but their hero agencies were mentioned to be involved. So, I assume that they were there. They have confirmed several injured but no casualties.”
Yaoyorozu had tried his best to assure him that everything was okay, trying her best to explain the situation from a rational perspective. But Shoto was beyond consoling or calming down. There was nothing that could do that besides being able to see (Y/N) in person and ensuring that she was safe. To hear her beating heart and feel the rise and fall of her lungs.
Shoto ran passed her, ignoring Yaoyorozu’s cries for him to calm down or to stop. He didn’t know where he was going, all he knew was that he was done sitting around. He had to go to her now. He figured if she was going to be anywhere, for better or for worse, it would be at the hospital. So, Shoto ran to the only hospital he knew. The one several of his classmates had been admitted to after the training camp incident.
Everything once he decided to go to the hospital felt like flashes. None of it entered his memory. One moment he was outside the dorms and the next he was entering a hospital lobby. There only remained one thought on his mind, and he would not be stopped by anyone or anything. He ran aimlessly, distressing many patients and nurses as he searched for a familiar face.
Eventually he found one, but not the one he wanted.
“Todoroki?” Midoriya asked, sitting on his hospital bed. “Are you okay?”
To be honest, he really wasn’t. His feet were burning and tired, he was loudly breathing through his mouth, and a thick veil of sweat covered his forehead. His heart was beating in his throat. And he was in worst shape on the inside. Shoto felt like the worst person in the world, he needed to see her, to apologize to her. He wouldn’t let himself rest until he knew she was safe.
“Where is (Y/N)?” was all he said in response.
Midoriya was startled, but processed the question and began mumbling an answer, “she’s down the hallway, she-”
Before he could finish, Shoto dashed down the hall in the direction Midoriya was pointing towards. He could hear Midoriya call his name, the same way. Yaoyorozu had, but both of them were just trying to get him to slow down when he didn’t want to. Maybe he would apologize for his rude behavior later, but that was in the back of his mind now. He swung his head right to left, looking through each door for a second while he sprinted down the hallway.
“Shoto?”
He ran past the door, before he managed to come to a stop. He hadn’t seen her, but that was unmistakably her voice. He took a few steps back until he reached the door, his eyes widened, unable to blink until he saw her sitting on the hospital bed with a small frown on her face and surprised eyes.
(Y/N) had some bandages on her wrist from a sprain and small cuts along her arm and across her cheek. Considering where she had been and what happened, she was pretty okay. She was just waiting to be discharged with the rest of her classmates and teacher. (Y/N) would be completely after a few days, maybe a few new scars would remain. But otherwise healthy and fine.
Shoto felt his heart fall from his throat to the bottom of his stomach. His tired legs used the last of his energy to cross the room, but collapsed to his knees once he reached her bedside. His arms wrapped around her waist as he buried his face into her stomach. He was sure his grip would hurt her more than any of her injuries, but he needed to feel her close and real, he couldn’t let go. His breathing became more erratic, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
(Y/N) placed one hand on the back on his neck, running it gently over his back. The other ran through his hair in the way he only let her. She tried her best to soothe his nerves. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here.”
He wanted to say something, but all he could do was breathe. Shoto hadn’t felt anything close to this feeling of panic since the high-end nomu attack. But those feelings paled in comparison. He felt as though he was going to die. No matter how hard he breathed, it still felt like there was no oxygen in his lungs. It took a long time for the intense fear of losing her finally left and he was able to loosen his grip and steadied his breathing.
“There you go. I’m proud of you.” She trailed her hand down to wipe a tear. He moved his face to rest on her hand, and all calluses and scraps on them.
He managed the smallest whisper, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she shook her head. “We’re okay.”
She pulled him up to his feet and brought him to lie on the bed with her. (Y/N) rested her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he remained focused on his breathing. For once he began playing with her hair mindlessly.
“I should have told you what we were doing,” she confessed, whispering those words into his chest, “I shouldn’t have let you worry like that. I can’t imagine how it must have felt when you saw all of that on the news, just like with,” she stopped before she could say the name, but he understood, “I wanted to tell you so badly. I’m so sorry I scared you like that, Shoto.”
Would he have done the same in her position? He supposed he would have if it was part of his hero study. “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he responded, “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’ve been terrible.”
“You were hurt.”
“No, you could never hurt me,” he shook his head, wrapping her into a tight embrace. “The idea that something terrible could have happened to you and I wouldn’t be there to protect you is the only thing that could hurt me.” He felt his eyes begin to burn again, tears trailing down his face, “I should have have done better on the license exam, then I could have been there.”
(Y/N) sat up, looking at his red tear-stained face. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’re close to catching up now. And I’m gonna be sitting around for you, and then you’re gonna do great things and make me worry. And I’m gonna want to protect you too. So, we’ll just stick together, okay?”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he embraced her once again, taking a deep breath as all tension left his body. “Okay.”
\ the original prompts from this snippet series came from @creativepromptsforwriting from a post i found on pintrest. i want to get a little more creative than just responding to requests, and doing some projects that keep me engaged in writing, so i hope you enjoy the snippets \
Katsuki Bakugou was sure that anger and frustration was just his natural state. Only in the circumstances where he is completely alone that he finds himself at any state of calm. When the pressures of the world and presence of others is removed can he focus on himself and his emotions.
For someone like Mirio Togata, who gave his all in everything he does, to forget all sense of self-preservation. In the moment, his thoughts are always about the other person before he even stops to consider himself and his needs.
She hadn’t always been an affectionate person. Not when she used to have to suppress who she truly was, having to pretend to be someone else made it hard to express herself in authentic ways. But thankfully, she was free to be herself, and let all her love out. Now, Himiko Toga was obsessed with affection.
You had first slipped a note into his shoe locker before class, thinking he would find it cute. Hitoshi Shinsou had given you love letters before confessing. He was too shy to speak to you then, surprisingly. But now you communicated openly, no need for anonymity. So it was surprising to find a letter from you.
This wasn’t the first time Momo Yaoyorozu had gone out of her way to give you something out of the blue. While you usually reserved gift giving for holidays like Valentine’s Day or Christmas, and of course birthdays, Momo seemed to believe that there didn’t have to be certain days to bestow gifts to you.
With great power comes great responsibility. Which also meant that Izuku Midoriya was always stretched impossibly thin. Between classes and training, and the impossible weight of expectations, it was difficult to find time for himself and the things he wanted to do.
There wasn’t much that Tomura Shigaraki liked in the world. He couldn’t even manage to think of enough things to count on his hand, of all the things he genuinely liked. Rather, he could only really think about what hated and what he didn’t hate. And the two things he didn’t hate were video games and you.
What is having a girlfriend if not having the best cheerleader of all time? That was basically what you got when you started dating Ochaco Uraraka. It didn’t matter what you did, you could always count on her to not only have your back but hype you up.
It was so easy to get caught up in each other. No one could ever accuse Eijiro Kirishima of not being passionate. Everything he did, he approached it with an open heart and extreme enthusiasm. He gave everything a hundred percent, and that included Eijiro’s relationship with you.
Often times Tamaki Amajiki just seemed unable to get out of his own head. His anxiety and self-doubts would take over and he would basically shut down. It was almost debilitating sometimes. Truly he didn’t get enough credit for how functional he could be all things considered. And through it all, he had you.
You placed your hands onto his shoulder. Shouta Aizawa leaned into your touch, his fingers pinching his tired eyes and the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t even look at the screen anymore, it was painful.
What is having a girlfriend if not having the best cheerleader of all time? That was basically what you got when you started dating Ochaco Uraraka. It didn’t matter what you did, you could always count on her to not only have your back but hype you up.
Whether you pass the test. “That’s amazing! You seriously so smart, (Y/N). I can’t believe I’m dating a genius.” With only a hint of sarcasm. Or if you fail the test. “We can study together! I know you’ll do better next time. Your awesome and super smart.” That time it’s all genuine support and sincere.
If you want to try a new style, like a shocking new hairstyle. Cutting it super short, braids, dying it, doesn’t. Ochaco will blush and talk about how pretty you are, stumbling over her words and floating away.
No matter what you want to do, Ochaco is there with a bright smile and positive energy. If you want to try a new hobby, she is there to support you. Cheering you on and there to help if you need her. Even if she can’t be there with you physically, she is always there in spirit. And blowing up your DMs with encouragement.
“You got this, sweetie!”
And you return that unconditional support. Especially when you cheer her own when she’s kicking ass.
Often times Tamaki Amajiki just seemed unable to get out of his own head. His anxiety and self-doubts would take over and he would basically shut down. It was almost debilitating sometimes. Truly he didn’t get enough credit for how functional he could be all things considered. And through it all, he had you.
“Where are we going, (Y/N)?” He whispered, you held his hand in a firm grip and as usual he let you lead. But now he was unsure, as you weren’t in your usual date locations that were familiar and predictable.
You turned and smiled at him, “a surprise, and were almost there, so no complaining.”
Tamaki remembered how the day started. He was in a bad mood, he had embarrassed himself in class during an oral presentation, and he wanted to spend the weekend hiding away from the world. But as his loving partner, you had other ideas and dragged him out of the dorms for a very special date, apparently.
Finally you arrived at the mystery date spot, after walking down a seemingly endless path in the middle of nowhere. It was a glass green house of some sort. You opened the door and ushered him in.
All around you in a glass room was the bright and blue sky, the bright greens of the plants and colorful flowers, but most incredible of all were the dozens of butterflies that flew around the green house. Tamaki had never seen so many butterflies together in one place. It was just the two of you, surrounded by Tamaki’s favorite thing in the world.
“I thought a trip to a private little butterfly sanctuary would put a smile on your face,” you tease, playfully.
Tamaki felt a smile return to his face for the first time that day, staring at those butterflies and then finally at you. How you always knew how to get him out of his own head and out into the world was amazing. Tamaki couldn’t imagine a bad day without you.
For someone like Mirio Togata, who gave his all in everything he does, to forget all sense of self-preservation. In the moment, his thoughts are always about the other person before he even stops to consider himself and his needs.
It was probably one of his worst traits. But he thought it was one of the things that made him a great hero.
But you would have to disagree as someone who cared quite a great deal for his well-being.
When he was placed in the hospital, it felt as if everything in his body was broken. But he comforted himself with the fact that there was nothing broken that couldn’t be fixed. All except one thing. But he tried his best to not dwell on that, he made his decision and he would make it again every single time.
The only thing that hurt was seeing you upset. When he opened his eyes, there you were with tears in your eyes with a million concerns and fears. You were angry at his recklessness but you were gentle with his injuries, making sure no to hurt him more.
“I’m okay, (Y/N),” he assured you. He pulled you into an embrace, even though it hurt his ribs to sit up, it was worth it to hold you. “I promise.”
“No, you’re not,” you chuckled, pushing him back onto the bed, moving to sit beside him to hold him in a more comfortable position. “But you’re gonna be.” That was a promise.
love language — giving small gifts without special occasion
“You didn’t have to get my anything.” Humble as ever, though your fingers were reaching for the neatly wrapped gift that your girlfriend cradled gently.
This wasn’t the first time Momo Yaoyorozu had gone out of her way to give you something out of the blue. While you usually reserved gift giving for holidays like Valentine’s Day or Christmas, and of course birthdays, Momo seemed to believe that there didn’t have to be certain days to bestow gifts to you.
You would feel terrible, if Momo wasn’t the girl who had everything but could also make anything.
No, gift giving was something that Momo liked to give rather than receive. Because there was nothing that you could give her that she wanted more than what you already provided her with. Something intangible, without a price and without effort. And she hoped that she gave that same feeling to you, and one of the ways she communicated that was with lavish presents.
“I wanted to,” Momo swore, handing the box to you, your hands resting over each other, her thumbs running over yours. “I saw it and thought of you.”
You leant forward and pressed a peck against her lips, the tall girl’s face turned a tint more flush than usual. “Thank you,” you took the box from her and rested it in your lap, and she watched anxiously as you unwrapped the present, waiting for your reaction.
Although, you both already knew how you felt about the gift, because it came from someone who you already knew how you felt about.
It just felt there was too much sometimes. He supposed everyone felt that way sometime. Like there was no point in starting when the finish line seemed impossibly far away. And after a week of teaching, meetings, and patrolling, the idea of going over his lesson plans for the upcoming week was insurmountable.
You placed you hands onto his shoulder. Shouta Aizawa leanedinto your touch, his fingers pinching his tired eyes and the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t even look at the screen anymore, it was painful.
“You need to rest,” you whispered.
He groaned, it was so tempting especially when you rubbed his shoulders, melting the tension away, “I can’t. I have to check through this and—”
“And you have been working yourself to the death all week. You deserve to take some rest. It’s the only way that you’ll be able to give it your best.” You were right again, more than he would like to admit. You leant down and pressed a kiss to his dark hair. “I can check through it for you, and if there are any problems, I can take care of them. It’ll be okay.”
He surrendered to your wise words. “Thank you.”
“No problem, now go and take a nap,” you ordered, playfully, reaching over and taking his laptop from him. He knew that you would do as you said you would and he knew you would do it well. It made it so easy for him to finally relax, knowing that he could trust it all with you.
love language — caring about each other’s lives outside of the relationship
It was so easy to get caught up in each other. No one could ever accuse Eijiro Kirishima of not being passionate. Everything he did, he approached it with an open heart and extreme enthusiasm. He gave everything a hundred percent, and that included Eijiro’s relationship with you.
When he saw you, Eijiro couldn’t help but want to embrace you like a child would a stuffed animal. He would pick you up like something precious and didn’t want to let go. The two of you would remain in your disgustingly affectionate couple bubble. But eventually you two would have to pull apart.
And you both had lives outside of each other as well.
So, he would pick you up, and give you a little spin, before burying his face into your hair. And when he finally put you down, looking at your perfect face, he would ask you, “how was your day?”
Eijiro wanted to know everything about you. No detail was too small that he didn’t become completely invested in. Whether it was a conversation you had with your friends, something you learnt in class, or just your latest obsession in television or social media. If it was something you were interested in, then Eijiro wanted to know everything about it.
And everyday was the same. He never wanted to stop asking you about your day, and getting the chance to be more interested in you and know you better.
love language — lots of innocent and not so innocent touches
She hadn’t always been an affectionate person. Not when she used to have to suppress who she truly was, having to pretend to be someone else made it hard to express herself in authentic ways. But thankfully, she was free to be herself, and let all her love out. Now, Himiko Toga was obsessed with affection.
Well, she was obsessed with being physically affectionate with you.
Interlocking your pinkies whenever you two would walk somewhere, she found it so much cuter than just holding hands. Holding your cute little pinkie in her own little pinkie. If you would offer her your pinkie to hold, Himiko would follow you just about anywhere.
And when there was nothing to do in the world, Himiko just liked to sit in your lap. She really enjoyed being held. Sometimes she would do nothing, being like a rag doll in your arms. Other times, she sat on you like a chair while doing other activity. And then there were times like this, when she straddled your lap so she could face you properly.
She liked to run her nails up and done your skin, whether smooth or rough, tracing over your lips. Himiko especially loved to pepper kisses all over your face, taking little nips at your cheeks and jaw. And while you’re distracted, she also enjoyed slipping her hand underneath your shirt and hearing you laugh.
You had first slipped a note into his shoe locker before class, thinking he would find it cute. Hitoshi Shinsou had given you love letters before confessing. He was too shy to speak to you then, surprisingly. But now you communicated openly, no need for anonymity. So it was surprising to find a letter from you.
It was something cheeky. “You look cute today” and then a little heart and a few x’s like kisses with your signature. It was a joke, something you must have written while bored in class. But it made him smile and exhale through his nose as he reread it.
And Hitoshi decided to write you. Another cheeky letter, nothing really romantic. Just something he hoped you would find that would make you think of him and smile. And that was how a tradition began.
Simple letters. In the same vein of that first letter. Reminding each other of how you thought about each other. A compliment, a cheesy one-liner, sometimes you would even ask each other on a date in these letters. An invitation to lunch on the roof or asking if you were free on the weekend to go out.
Histoshi could have easily disposed of those letters. So many of them were practically the exact same. But he kept them in a drawer in his room. To pull out to read again, trace his fingers over your penmanship. Think about you writing them, and how it was something that was yours, just for the two of you.
You would write a lot in your silly letters of yours, except those three words. You didn’t have to.
