snyopsis: y/n always winds up in the same corner of the third floor of the library, studying near the guy who always has his headphones in. and the one that always smiles at them in a silent greeting.
content:college au, smiley shinso, nerdy y/n, greek myth references at the end bc IM a nerd
word count: 1.7k
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Oh, him again.
It’d only been a few weeks since Y/N had finally found their favorite spot in the library. They remembered an upperclassmen commenting that the higher up you went, the quieter each floor was. This particular library on campus had five floors, but Y/N found that in a small corner of the library, where there was one table and four armchairs, was usually perfectly abandoned and just the right amount of quiet.
Apparently someone else had discovered this, too, because the purple haired boy was somehow always there when Y/N arrived every week, earbuds in and attentively staring at his laptop in an armchair or reading at the table.
At first Y/N was scared they were stealing his spot—they usually sat as far away from him as possible so as to not annoy him—but the second time they showed up he offered them a small smile. Y/N decided to take it as a friendly sign, and they smiled back tentatively.
It was sort of hard to be far away from each other, since the area was a bit small, but Y/N did their best to stay out of his way. He sometimes took naps during his break times, and Y/N would move quietly so as to not wake him. He usually dozed off when Y/N was deep in the study-zone, and he snored softly, which is how Y/N would notice he’d fallen asleep. Then they were touched for a bit, realizing he must trust them somewhat enough to fall asleep near them. This perception was quickly destroyed when Y/N discovered he was a light sleeper, though.
It was now almost time for finals, and Y/N was determined to escape the hectic atmosphere of the dorm rooms and escape to the library.
They almost ran into the purple haired boy, who was also just arriving.
“Sorry,” he said quietly, keeping in mind the quietness around them both. He smiled before setting his things down at one end of the table, and Y/N smiled back at him as they settled down on the opposite side.
He plugged in his headphones and got to work, and Y/N did, too. They always felt oddly motivated to study near him—they’d tried studying with their friends a few times, but they got…distracted easily. And studying alone was something that they’d become accustomed to, for a while, but now that earbuds guy was always around, Y/N became used to the presence of someone else.
They both stayed in their area the entire afternoon, only leaving to use the restroom or to stretch for a bit. Y/N loved walking through the shelves of books, idly noting authors and running their fingers against the book’s spines gently. Sometimes they ate a small snack, but they usually held off on eating until their study session was over.
In the middle of reviewing a new topic, they heard the now familiar sound of purple haired boy’s snoring. They peeked at him from behind their laptop to see him fast asleep on top of his books, his face mostly hidden as he rested his head in his arms. He looked so peaceful, Y/N was envious. How he could just fall asleep so easily they’d never know.
He awoke just as Y/N was finishing up reviewing the topic, yawning quietly. His movement caught Y/N’s eye, and they glanced over to see he was staring right back at them.
They quickly looked away, intently scrolling on their laptop through lecture notes and review sheets frantically.
Purple haired guy let out what sounded like a quiet laugh, but Y/N was sure they’d hallucinated. Too many hours in this library.
They started to gather their things, and realized he was doing the same. Y/N tried to pretend he wasn’t there, intent on not subconsciously slowing down to let him leave first so they wouldn’t have to take the elevator together.
Y/N darted for the stairs as soon as they were done collecting their things, weaving in and out of the bookshelves. The stairs were actually a bit nice—the windows showcased nice views of campus.
The purple haired guy had reached them first. He held the door open for Y/N, who mumbled a thanks and hurriedly started their descent, suddenly very desperate to get away from the guy who looked ridiculously cute when he was sleeping. Horrified by their own creepy thought, Y/N all but burst out of the library and ran back to their room, slamming the door shut behind them as though someone were chasing them.
They avoided the library for a week after that, instead choosing the study lounge in their dorm, which was tolerable during finals season, and with headphones, even more so. They spent the rest of the week there, although their eyes were constantly scanning around the room in case someone was coincidentally friends with the library boy and had invited them over to the dorm lounge, which Y/N knew was an irrational thought to have.
They found themselves back in the library before their last exam, though. It was just so tranquil there, among the books, they couldn’t help it.
Purple haired boy was right where he always was, sitting at the far right end of the table with his things splayed out around him.
When he noticed Y/N he gave them a wider smile than usual and shuffled a few of his things closer, knowing Y/N also liked to have their things surround them as they studied. Y/N brightened at his show of kindness and offered him a much cheerier smile than usual before setting their things down and getting to work.
“Missed you the past week.” Y/N almost jumped at his words. The most they’d ever spoken to one another was that time they almost ran into each other.
“I was trying out the study lounge at my dorm,” Y/N answered, waiting for their laptop to turn on. “It was fine, I guess.”
He smiled at them, again. Two in one day? Damn Y/N and you thought of trying out a cafe instead of the library.
“Do you come here every day?” Y/N asked, genuinely curious. He always seemed to be here when Y/N showed up.
“Usually, yeah. I do my homework here everyday, and study when I need to.” They’d both abandoned their notes for a second, turning to face each other better in their seats. Y/N had never really noticed it before, but he had noticeable eyebags, which somehow made his eye color more vibrant and made him look more attractive.
They held back any emotion of embarrassment on their face at the thought.
“I’m Y/N,” they said, fearful they’d blurt out “You’re hot!” instead.
“Shinso Hitoshi,” he replied, eyes never leaving theirs. “Do you like cafes, Y/N?”
“You know, I almost started studying here regularly instead of the library.”
Shinso and Y/N were at their usual table in the cafe a few blocks off campus. After Shinso had invited them over after their study session, Y/N had fallen even more in love with the atmosphere, and they spent some days there doing homework together. It had been months since their first real conversation, adn right after that the winter semester had ended and they’d had winter break, so they didn’t see each other again until the start of next semester.
Now they switched up their study sessions and homework sessions regularly, agreeing where to meet over text. Shinso had picked the cafe today, saying he was in the mood for some coffee, which he always seemed to be.
“But then we never would have met,” Shinso said, in a voice devoid of any emotion indicating this made him sad. But Y/N had learned to read him the past few weeks—his eyes were twinkling as he teased them.
“I know, right? Lucky I like the library so much, like a huge nerd.”
“And lucky I talked to you first.”
“I was going to talk to you eventually!” Y/N said indignantly, scoffing when Shinso laughed into his coffee cup. “I’m just shy!”
“Are you, or do I make you shy?” He was watching them in what appeared to be a nonchalant way—Y/N couldn’t decipher what he was thinking.
“Shut up,” they mumbled, failing to hide a sheepish smile. Shinso nudged his foot with theirs under the table.
“Remember when you practically ran away when you looked at me after I woke up?” He laughed at the memory. “I’ve never seen anyone pack up their things so quickly.”
Y/N had no retort for that. They focused back on their laptop, staring at their blank word doc.
Thankfully they were just getting ahead on homework today, and nothing was due this week. Doing work in the cafe was always a bit lazier, since Shinso was more talkative when he was caffeinated and Y/N loved to try the pastries they sold and got distracted by the extensiveness of their options.
“Hey.” Another nudge to the foot.
Y/N glanced up at Shinso, who was staring at them attentively from his side of the small table. “Wanna go out for dinner?”
Y/N froze. “Sure, if you’re buying.”
He laughed again, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “Is this like your fourth cup of coffee? You’re so friendly I should switch out your vitamins for caffeine pills.”
“I’d die,” Shinso said stoically. “And I meant that in a date way, Y/N.”
“Huh?Huh?”
“I’ll pick you up at seven, hows that sound?”
“Fine,” Y/N answered quickly, not wanting Shinso to think he’d caught them off guard. He was always trying to do that, and it was endearingly annoying. “Will we be crossing the river Styx together? Should I dress in all black?”
“Wha—”
“You said you’d die, and meant that in a date way,” Y/N explained slowly, as though Shinso were inebriated and not just caffeinated. “So, when is Thanatos coming?”
“Y/N I swear you’re too much of a nerd sometimes.”
They laughed, nudging his foot under the table. One point for Y/N.
synopsis: monoma, new to the pro hero world, moves into his new apartment near his agency. his neighbor leaves him their number on a sticky note plastered on his door, along with a corny joke. bored, he texts back. and it begins.
content:and they were neighbors, monoma likes crepes, he’s also so smitten hehe
Monoma had only lived in his new apartment for a day, and he already loved it.
He’d been able to snatch the one bedroom apartment away before anyone else at his agency, and his coworkers were jealous. It was only two blocks from the agency, it was surrounded by great places to get food, and there was even a movie theater nearby. Even the rent wasn’t so bad.
Monoma had been concerned it would be too good to be true—there had to be some sort of catch.
“Maybe your neighbors will suck,” Pony had supplied, looking at him hopefully. The two were eating lunch together at their new desks in the agency. “Then you can move out and I can take the apartment.” For such a nice person, she certainly had learned to use her innocent demeanor to her advantage.
Monoma was still unpacking his things, so he hadn’t had much time to sneakily spy on his neighbors to see if his friend was right. He could always move in with Tetsutetsu, who lived nearby. But he’d been looking forward to his own place, and now that he’d got it, he didn’t want to have to move out.
Since he’d moved in a Wednesday, he couldn’t fully unpack until the weekend. Work kept him busy throughout the week, especially because his new boss, Phantasm, was keen on easing new recruits into the busy life of being a pro hero. She was so nice to all of them, overseeing their first week herself, that Monoma kept forgetting she’d defeated six strong villains by herself a few years ago, with no backup.
Sometime throughout the week, a neighbor had left him a post-it note on his door. He’d brought it inside along with his groceries and had left it on his kitchen table all week, until he was doing some cleaning on Saturday and was reminded of it.
It was bright yellow, so he wasn’t sure how he’d managed to ignore it all week. On it someone had scrawled a knock knock joke, along with a phone number.
Knock, knock, [Who’s there?]
Olive. [Olive who?] Olive next door. Hi neighbor!
Here’s my number in case you ever need anything!
- Y/N
Monoma actually laughed aloud, and then slapped a hand over his mouth as though afraid someone would hear him. He sat down at the kitchen table and saved the contact to his phone, then quickly moved to look up his own joke. He’d already unpacked all of his belongings, put away his groceries. Nothing to do with the rest of his evening but reply to this text message and go to sleep ridiculously early.
Hey, Y/N. Thanks for leaving your number and that corny joke. Let’s see if mine can beat yours.
What do you call a man that irons clothes?
Iron Man.
- Monoma Neito
He was giddy with his cleverness the rest of the day. Unless Y/N happened to be a UA Hero follower, they wouldn’t recognize him for his job just yet. And yes, it was possibly the dumbest joke he could find, but he thought it was stupidly funny, and Y/N seemed like the kind of person to enjoy it.
Monoma got ready for bed the second his message had sent. He put his phone on silent as he did, not wanting to get woken up by a random call from his parents or a friend. He had an early shift tomorrow, and he really didn’t want to have to chug five cups of coffee by the end of it.
His alarm woke him up a few hours later, and he scrambled to change out of his pajamas and into jeans before running out the door. He could get breakfast while on patrol.
On his short walk over, he realized Y/N had answered his text.
AHAHAHAHA thank you for that! And thank you for not being super loud, the last person who lived there loved to blast music at ungodly hours so it’s nice to have a quiet neighbor for a change :)
There wasn’t really anything else to say—and normally Monoma would’ve let the conversation die out, and only speak to his neighbor when he had to. He walked into the agency, greeting everyone without looking up from his phone, and migrated over to the locker rooms to change into his costume.
Oh i’ll be an excellent neighbor no need to worry about that
He was still holding his phone when he left for patrol. It was his first time being out alone—normally another sidekick would be paired with him. But Phantasm was easing them into being alone more often, and he was glad there wasn’t anyone else around to see him constantly checking his phone for a reply from Y/N.
Monoma wasn’t sure why he’d grown attached to them so quickly, especially since he’d never even seen them before.
Then he realized it was 4AM, and Y/N was probably asleep. Which made him feel even more pathetic.
He didn’t have time to think about it much, though. After his patrol he went back to the agency and was bombarded with more paperwork, talk of insurance policies through the agency, and a bunch of other things that gave him a headache.
The next week wasn’t much better. The only time he felt less exhausted was when Y/N texted him.
He’d looked them up, and wasn’t at all surprised to see they were cute, even in their ID photo. He had yet to meet them in person, but the text messages were more than enough to leave him with butterflies in his stomach every time his phone pinged with a notification.
Y/N quickly deduced his job was at fault for his odd response times. Monoma was careful not to say too much about it, not wanting to give specifics, and Y/N didn’t pry. They talked about virtually everything: Y/N shared gossip on their fellow neighbors, he talked about his coworkers, and they both speculated on which new businesses would get the highest ratings. They lived near streets of businesses, and Monoma was surprised they’d never run into each other there, since they both frequented them so often.
Monoma refused to tell any of his coworkers about his new friendship. Pony seemed to think something was up, though, because she was always glancing at his phone when she sat down to do paperwork, as though expecting a phone call to happen in that instant so she could eavesdrop.
After a particularly tiring day, Monoma almost asked Pony to give him a ride home, two blocks down. But he ended up shuffling out of the agency alone after changing back into his regular clothes, yawning tiredly. Phantasm had shown everyone the gym the agency had, and then he’d sparred for a while with his coworkers, which had tired him out.
Monoma immediately straightened when he entered the apartment building to see someone setting down groceries in front of the door beside his. They were struggling with their keys, four bags of groceries behind them as they did.
“Need any help?”
They whirled around to face him just as they got their door unlocked. Recognition settled onto their expression.
“Likewise, Y/N,” he answered, easily lifting all the bags of groceries in his arms and following Y/N inside to their apartment. It was the same layout as his, but Y/N had considerably more decoration and furniture, since they’d been living here longer. Monoma was still hunting for a few last finishing touches to his own apartment.
“You can set them down on the table,” Y/N said, hurrying to remove the mail that was on it. “Thanks so much.”
He set them down and glanced around their apartment. It was cosy, way cosier than his. “You’re welcome.”
“Do you want to stay for dinner?” Y/N asked, flying past him to start sorting groceries. “I bought lots of things to make…” They paused, looking at their groceries laid out on the table. “You know, I didn’t have anything planned. But I don’t have guests a lot, so I thought I’d offer!”
Monoma smiled as they studied the ingredients they’d bought. “How about crepes?”
Y/N brightened considerably at that. “Great! Do you by any chance know how to make those, because I do not.”
Monoma got to work. Y/N grabbed the ingredients from around the kitchen as he read them off his phone, and they both got to measuring everything out.
“Isn’t it unwise to let in a strange man to help you cook a delicious dinner?” Monoma asked after a long stretch of silence. They were both watching the crepes cook in the skillet.
“It would be, yes,” Y/N said, expertly flipping over the krepe. “But I googled you.”
“Oh.”Oh.
“Oh I’m not trying to say—” They quickly took the skillet off the stove top and transferred the finished krepe onto a plate where Monoma then added the powdered sugar and fruit. He set it down next to the other finished plate and they both sat down to eat. “I just didn’t want to be texting a creep, you know? I really didn’t expect you to be… you.”
He laughed at that. “I’m just teasing. I looked you up, too.”
Y/N laughed along with him. “Nothing too interesting, right? I tried not to read about you a lot, since that would’ve been super weird, especially since now you’re sitting in my kitchen and we’re eating together.”
Monoma happily ate his crepe. His wonderful cooking skills had paid off again.
“Such a shame. I’m a very interesting person, you know.”
“Oh I don’t doubt that,” Y/N closed their eyes as they ate the crepe. “This ish sho good!” they said as they chewed. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.” They ate in silence for a while, the only sounds filling the small kitchen the clinking of their forks against the plates.
“You’re probably wondering why I left you a corny joke,” Y/N said after they’d finished their crepe. “Truthfully, the landlady told me you were a handsome young guy moving in next door, and I just wanted to have a good relationship with my neighbor. And she wasn’t wrong about the handsome either, so that doesn’t hurt.”
Monoma almost choked on his krepe. Y/N frantically smacked his back and he managed to swallow his last bite.
He hadn’t gotten this flustered since… since forever. He was a bit of an asshole, he knew that, so he didn’t always make a good impression on people.
“So you looked me up and decided to shoot your shot with a knock knock joke?” He sputtered out, gratefully taking the glass of water from Y/N.
“I mean, yeah,” Y/N looked embarrassed. “And hey, it worked didn’t it? You just made me dinner.”
Monoma tried to hide his smile as he drank water.
“How about tomorrow we go out to that restaurant you’ve been meaning to try?” he asked innocently. “The one next to the flower shop.”
“It’s a date,” Y/N smiled cheekily, as though they already knew this would make him blush. Was he that easy to read, or did they just know him that well already? They’d been talking over text for a few weeks, even over the phone a few times. But being here in person with them was different. He felt like he’d accidentally say something way too real way too quickly, and his heart was constantly beating much too quickly to be healthy. He was whipped, and he knew it.
“Great. See you then.” He helped Y/N wash dishes despite their complaints. He washed, and they dried, both of them standing close enough to press against each other each time they moved.
When they’d finally finished Monoma was feeling sleepy, so he wished Y/N a good night before heading next door.
“Night,” he murmured, his eyes already drooping. Y/N was holding back a smile. “Good night.”
He kissed them on the cheek before he walked out the door, then stumbled into his own apartment to fall asleep, his lips warm where they’d touched Y/N’s cheek. The thought of what he’d just done almost jerked him into a state of full consciousness, but he willed himself to fall asleep instead, smiling at the pleasant feeling in his stomach just at the thought of Y/N’s surprised face when he’d kissed them.
synopsis: izuku is a terrible friend. he’s been lying to his best friend, y/n for over two years now. they’ve been friends since they started high school, but izuku can’t bring himself to burden y/n with a secret that could be dangerous for them. and he also hasn’t fully realized his feelings for them, so he’s just full of struggles at this point.
content:superhero stuff, makeout sesh at the end, clueless izuku
“Language, Midoriya!” Izuku contained a scream when he realized this was a livestream and not a pre-recorded video of his mentor talking to him.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. He adjusted his seat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge. He’d gotten a message from an unknown number to leave his apartment for a while to answer a call, so he’d swung up to one of his favorite rooftops (while wearing his suit to avoid extra attention as some random kid using web shooters to travel from rooftop to rooftop). He was glad he’d kept his suit’s mask on, if only to conceal the way his jaw dropped when he realized it was the one and only All Might who’d called him.
A week after that spider had bitten him two months ago, just as he was starting to adjust to his heightened senses and finally learning to control his “sticky” touch, he’d gotten a single card in the mail, with no return address. It had a number written on it, with the symbol of All Might on the bottom. Izuku had spent that entire day freaking out, contemplating whether this was some government trap to capture him and study him, or whether it was actually his favorite superhero trying to get into contact with him.
Finally, he’d caved. He’d left his apartment to call the number, afraid that the second he called it someone would trace it to his apartment and kidnap him.
Someone had picked up on the first ring.
“Midoriya Izuku!”
He’d almost fainted right then and there.
All Might was on the other line, and he spent over an hour explaining to Izuku what exactly had happened to him, and how he could use this new power to help people, if he was willing. Izuku immediately accepted the offer, not entirely sure what he was getting himself into. Two weeks later, his mom told him a package had come for him. It was an otherwise inconspicuous box, with no return address. Izuku opened it in his room, and he was very glad he did.
It was a suit. His suit. After his call with All Might, and after he’d been recruited on his team (that still felt way too surreal to even think of) he’d started designing a suit, mainly for fun. He’d been a superhero nerd ever since he was little, and he’d had his fair share of old costumes his mom had made him. But none of them matched his new abilities, so Izuku designed his own. He’d sent a picture of it, plus his notes on it, to the number All Might had left him, and now he was looking at it come to life, sitting in a box on his bed. The second he tried it on he knew he hadn’t made a mistake.
Every small detail he’d included in his notes had come alive in the suit. Whoever had made it had even left a note on how to perfect his web formula, and clear instructions on how to tweak the suit to upgrade it if Izuku wanted to. It was perfect.
He was only allowed to use it, and his new abilities, when he got “the phone call.” The call was always from an unknown number, and always from a member of All Mights team, a man who insisted Izuku call Radio. Radio would send him out on small missions, always in the afternoon, which All Might explained was to ensure his work would never interfere with school. It was the summer before he started high school, so this wasn’t a major concern. That, and the missions were always pretty low risk. Capture this bad guy, drop him off at the police station. Take back this dangerous chemical, leave it at the All Mighty lab at HQ. Small stuff.
But not small enough to avoid the internet. Pretty soon he had his fair share of fans, and it flustered him. He was still just a kid, and he’d already been dubbed Spider-Man from countless enthusiastic strangers online. If he were in their shoes, an innocent bystander/hero geek, he would’ve done the same, so Izuku couldn’t really blame them.
Radio had gone silent for a month, which concerned him. All Might’s call had been the first one in a while, and Izuku had assumed it would be Radio when he answered. He started high school in two weeks, which had been a great distraction. He was scrambling to get everything he needed together.
“Holding up well, my boy?” All Might asked him now. He looked like he was sitting in his office at HQ, which Izuku had only seen in videos posted online. Izuku nodded mutely, still in shock. He hadn’t talked to All Might in a while: since he’d asked Izuku to join his expanding team of emerging superheroes. Izuku wasn’t sure how many members were on the team now, since more and more had been appearing, and they all remained anonymous for safety purposes, and to avoid government intervention. Many of them were thought to just be rumors, because no one had ever seen them in person. But Izuku was fairly confident every single rumor was true. HQ had overflowing resources, he’d come to realize. Much more than they let on.
“I’m just calling to check in,” All Might continued. “And to let you know you won’t be getting anymore odd calls from Radio.”
“I won’t?” Izuku tried to keep the sadness out of his voice. Hadn’t he been doing a good job? He thought he’d been doing a good job. What had gone wrong? He’d kept his promise of secrecy, telling his mom those afternoons and evenings he disappeared were because he was doing an internship at one of All Might’s tech hubs (which wasn’t technically a lie).
“We don’t need to coddle you any longer, Radio reports,” All Might said. “We will of course call you for any missions, but for now you’re free to use the suit for hero work, whenever you’d like. Radio told me you chose an internship alibi—very wise, young Midoriya. I’ll have someone leave a paper trail of that in case inquiries are made.” Izuku heard background noise, and All Might’s eyes travelled around the office, looking at things out of camera shot.
“I have to go now, my boy. Remember to be discrete, don’t do anything too dangerous without calling Radio. His number’s been left in your phone. Goodbye now!” And with that he hung up, leaving Izuku dazed and sitting on a rooftop to contemplate this new burden of freedom.
Izuku started high school soon after. He’d kept up with his workout training, which consisted of walking upside down all over his room, lifting the odd broken down car or two, and regular workouts. And he’d started patrolling the city’s streets every afternoon, after he’d shown his mom the email congratulating him on his acceptance into the daily internship All Might had forged for him.
Izuku was pretty nervous about starting high school, and his nerves were heightened the second he stepped into his homeroom class.
“Not this nerd,” he heard the familiar drawl of an old friend. “Get the hell out, Deku.”
Izuku didn’t pay him any attention. Ever since he’d realized he could literally swat Kacchan away like a fly if he really wanted to, his taunts didn’t bother him much. Still, Izuku chose the seat farthest from his corner of the room, where he’d already sat down and was talking with classmates. He sat down in the far corner, near the windows.
“Why’s he say it like that,” he heard someone say from the seat behind him. “Deku,” they breathed, in an over exaggerated but otherwise accurate mocking of Kacchan’s voice.
Izku couldn’t contain his laugh, turning in his seat to glance behind him.
Apparently his classmate didn’t think they’d be heard—they had a sheepish expression on their face. They offered him a small smile. “Sorry. Just hate jackasses like him.”
“He’s not so bad,” Izuku confided in a low voice, fearful Kacchan would somehow hear them from across the room. “That’s just how he is.”
“Hmm. If you say so. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Midoriya Izuku.”
“Nice to meet you,” Y/N beamed, and it made Izuku feel a new kind of warmth. He hadn’t had a lot of friends in middle school, what with being the kid people picked on and all. And here he was, in a new school, with a secret identity, and with a friendly classmate who didn’t hate him.
Maybe high school wouldn’t treat him as badly as middle school.
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.”
Sometimes, Izuku felt like his mom knew what he was up to. He’d had to excuse one too many black eyes, and the bruises not hidden by his clothes. He was constantly refraining from blurting out “I’m Spider-Man!” every time they sat down to watch TV together.
Izuku had been “Spider-Man” for a little over two years now, and he’d managed to keep his identity hidden. He hadn’t been sent on any more missions, and hardly got any phone calls from HQ anymore. Radio still sent him a “keep up the good work” every few weeks, especially if he ever ended up on the local news. But he’d just been patrolling the neighborhoods of the city, and helping the local police out by catching the odd criminal or two. He’d become a familiar friendly face to the city, and he was perfectly happy with how things were going.
With his superhero life, that is. His civilian life was a bit different.
His grades slipped sometimes, because he spent a lot of his free time swinging around skyscrapers and kicking bad guy butt and less time working on homework, but he always managed to catch up and avoid failing out completely. And a lot of that was thanks to his friends.
Izuku didn’t know what he’d do without Iida, Uraraka, and Y/N. Iida was never shy about expressing his disappointment in Izuku and his missing homework assignments. But he always lent him his notes to catch up. Uraraka would fling pencils at him in class if he ever fell asleep, and would help him convince teachers he’d do better next time, since she was well loved by everyone on the staff. And Y/N…
Y/N kept Izuku afloat, and had been doing that ever since they became friends when they started high school. They were put into practically all of the same classes, and they’d bonded over group projects, late study nights, and even bus rides to school since they lived in the same area. If he ever came home late at night, and his mom let him know Y/N had called to check in, he was never too tired to talk to them. Even though he had to cancel plans with them a lot, and they covered for him the few times he skipped afternoon classes to chase a lead, they still stuck by his side.
Every time it was just the two of them hanging out, which was becoming a dishearteningly rare occurrence, he almost blurted out the truth, too.
But then he remembered the promise he’d made to All Might, and to himself for that matter.
“No one can know who you are, my boy,” All Might had said. “If the truth about you reaches enemy ears, they may get to you before we can. And I do not want the government hunting you, either.”
If Izuku told Y/N, he was sure they wouldn’t tell anyone. But there was the risk of someone finding out that they knew who Spider-Man was, and taking them hostage to lure him out. He’d thought of the possibilities and consequences of his secret getting out too many times, and the dangers outweighed the positives.
So he lied. To protect everyone around him.
“I’ve got the internship, sorry!” Was probably his most used phrase. His close friends had stopped inviting him out after school, knowing he was more available on weekend mornings. Y/N showed up to his house at night sometimes, around the time he came home. Inko chatted with her until he returned, or went to bed early to get up early for work. Y/N would sleep on the couch in the living room, or on a futon in Izuku’s room whenever they showed up late at night. Inko never minded, and Izuku would always reassure Y/N of that. “I’m pretty sure she likes you more than me,” he’d always joke.
Now, sitting in Chemistry with Y/N beside him, the irrational urge to whisper his secret returned. Y/N was actually a pretty big Spider-Man fan, and Izuku knew they’d freak out if he told them who he was. They turned slightly to stare back at him, making a funny face before turning back to face their teacher. Izuku breathed out a laugh and went back to his halfhearted note taking. Chemistry was his best subject, and he got along with the teacher very well. So much so that he was allowed to do experiments on his own, as long as he didn’t use anything from the locked up dangerous chemical cabinet in the back of the classroom. So Izuku used what he could to make his webs, making it quickly in between classes or before school and stashing it in his locker.
The rest of the day crawled by. Izuku was constantly checking the time—he’d come to memorize where every clock in the entire school was placed. He was chasing a breadcrumb trail of some small scale grocery store robberies, and was so close to getting something big enough to call it into Radio, who could compile everything neatly and report it to the appropriate authorities. Spider-Man never got credit for situations like that, but Izuku never cared about the attention. He’d see the arrest story on the news and feel giddy all week, knowing he’d played a role in taking down a bad guy.
The second the end of the day came Izuku was off, waving goodbye to his friends and promising Y/N he’d be done before the sun set, something he was for once confident in.
A few blocks away from school, he stashed his backpack and quickly stripped off his clothes. A few times he’d been caught, half naked, by people who lived nearby, but he hadn’t had an incident like that in a while. He slipped on his suit, stuffed his clothes into his backpack hurriedly. He then put his backpack into a clean trash bag he brought with him, and put it in the dumpster. It wasn’t trash day, no need to worry about that. And he hadn’t seen anyone keen on digging through the dumpsters in this area, so it was safe.
And then he was off. He’d restocked on webs for today, but he still did his best to conserve what he could for emergency uses. Pretty soon he was closing in on what he thought would be the next robbery site, when he got a call. Not on his phone, but through his suit. HQ.
He stumbled onto a rooftop, almost failing to stop his momentum and tumbling over the edge. He sat down hard to answer the call.
“Hey kid,” Radio’s voice sounded from inside his suit, as though Izuku was wearing headphones.
“Hi,” Izuku replied. “I was in the middle of—”
“Yeah, I read your texts,” Radio yawned. “No worries kid, what you had was enough. Cops already got them.”
“Really?” Izuku let out a sigh of relief. “I was a bit scared it happened while I was in school. Thank you, Radio!”
“Good job on it, spidey boy. Keep it up.” And with that he hung up. Izuku smiled, letting out a loud shout of happiness on the rooftop where no one would hear him. He decided to call it an early day—Radio would have told him to keep patrolling if he had something pressing for him to do, but he hadn’t. And Izuku could easily slip on his suit again at home and swing out into the night. It was Friday, which meant he could stay out as long as he wanted to (without his mom knowing, of course).
On his way home, he made small stops to help a few people after getting his backpack back. Helping a dog walker get untangled from a hoard of leashes, giving a tourist directions, and helping shut off an old lady’s car alarm. By the time his apartment building was in view, he felt he’d done his part in helping the city out today.
He quietly opened up his window, afraid his mom might be home, although she usually went out to visit Mitsuki on Fridays, and rolled onto his bedroom floor with ease, landing in a crouch facing his bed.
He wasn’t sure who was more surprised to see who—Y/N to see their favorite superhero, here in their best friend’s room, or Izuku to see them, crying on the floor of his bedroom.
For a second they both froze. Izuku was glad he hadn’t slipped off his mask yet. At this distance, there would be no way Y/N didn’t recognize him.
“Wrong room!” he said, willing his voice to sound a bit deeper than what it actually was so Y/N wouldn’t recognize it. He didn’t move from his position. “So sorry for intruding but… are you okay?”
Y/N was still frozen, staring. “Wrong room?” they repeated.
“Yeah, my place is near here and this is actually the second time I’ve messed up on the window entrance,” he said quickly. “Sorry for barging into your room like this.”
“It’s okay, not my room,” Y/N wiped the tears off their cheeks. “It’s my friend’s.” A few more tears slipped down their cheeks as they spoke.
He went from his crouching position to sitting with his legs crossed, scooching a bit closer to Y/N. “What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” they replied, giving him a watery smile. “I’m actually a big fan of yours. Didn’t expect to meet you like this.” They laughed quietly.
Izuku had never wanted to hug someone more. Just wrap them up in his arms, tell them everything was okay.
“I’m here now,” he said, as cheerfully as he could. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
Y/N sniffled and eyed him suspiciously, as though just now realizing there was a strange arachnid man in their best friend’s room.
“Thank you,” they said. “That’s really nice of you, everyones right when they call you the friendly neighborhood superhero.” They took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m just a bit confused, that’s all.”
“Confused?”
“Mhmm,” Y/N said, reaching up to place a hand on their chest. “About my feelings.”
“How so?” He hoped he didn’t slip up and use his real tone of voice. Y/N would recognize it, even in the state they were in now.
“I think I’m in love with my best friend.”
Izuku froze. Y/N was too busy staring down at their feet to notice, and he quickly composed himself, hoping his heart didn’t beat out of his chest in shock.
“Really? Isn’t that a happy topic, love?”
“I guess,” Y/N let out another quiet laugh. “But I think this love is more one-sided. And besides, he deserves way more than me.’
“Don’t say that!” He couldn’t help himself. Y/N stared at him with wide eyes. “Look, I don’t know you, but you seem really nice and you’re really cute, and if your best friend doesn’t see that then that’s on him!” Wow, way to fix the fact that your best friend probably hates you and your cluelessness, Izuku.
Y/N smiled, tears no longer flowing. “Thanks, Spider-Man.”
“No problem,” he responded, getting to his feet. “I should get going. Tell him how you feel, Y/N.” He walked back over to the window, climbing halfway out before turning around to say one last thing. “He might feel the same way.” He waved and then swung out of view, landing onto the rooftop. He quickly stripped off his clothes, not really caring if anyone saw him. He changed back into his regular clothes and hurried down the rooftop stares, desperately trying to get to his apartment before Y/N decided to take Spider-Man’s advice literally and leave Izuku behind for being a love blind idiot.
“Y/N?” He burst into his apartment, panting slightly.
“Yeah?” Y/N’s voice came from his room, sounding way less nasally. “You’re back early.”
He walked into his room to find Y/N sitting on his bed, not looking at all like they’d been crying. He must’ve been in here not five minutes ago, and they already looked so composed.
“Yeah, finished up early today!” Izuku chirped, setting his stuff down in the corner of his room, kicking his backpack into his closet so Y/N wouldn’t study it closely and realize it was the exact same one Spider-Man had been wearing. “My mom’s going to have dinner with Mitsuki today, want to go out and grab some food?”
“Sure,” Y/N responded. “Your turn to pick.”
Izuku ended up not confessing his feelings for Y/N that afternoon. They’d run into Iida, who was buying a new set of No. 2 pencils for testing season, and the three of them had gone out to get dinner. Izuku had asked Y/N if they wanted to sleep over that day, but they declined, saying they hadn’t given their parents the heads up. So the three parted ways after they ate, and Izuku was left alone with his thoughts.
He’d stepped into the doorway of the apartment before deciding that no, he wasn’t about to chicken out and let Y/N think they weren’t good enough for him for a second longer. He slammed the door shut, much harder than necessary, and hurried down the stairs, dialing Y/N’s number as he did.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” Izuku asked, bursting out of the building and running towards Y/N’s address at full speed.
“You just walked me home you dweeb. I’m in my room,” Y/N replied. “Why?”
“Stay there!” Izuku yelped and narrowly avoided running into someone. “I have to tell you something.”
“Are you running?” Y/N asked, hiding a laugh. “What is it, did you finally realize I stole your All Might shirt? You have plenty, and I wanted to see how long I’d get away with it!”
He was flying up the stairs to Y/N apartment, and finally reached their door. He knocked before letting himself in, knowing Y/N was bad at locking it after they got home.
“What—”
He dropped his phone onto Y/N’s bed, where they were staring at him in confusion, and, before he could talk himself out of it, took their face into his hands, and leaned down to kiss them.
If his entire body had been buzzing before, it was on fire now. Y/N’s lips felt so nice against his, they felt so warm. He hated himself for waiting so long to kiss them.
When he broke away he was panting slightly, running his tongue over his lips. Y/N opened their eyes to stare into his, and touched their lips with their fingertips.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a year now,” Izuku breathed, still standing over them and still holding onto their face. “I like you a whole lot, Y/N, and I—”
They tugged him down to kiss him again, hands gripping onto his shirt before pulling him onto the bed on top of them, never once letting go of him.
“Y/N,” Izuku broke away for a second, unable to hide his smile. He was carefully hovering above them, hands on either side of their face, not wanting to rest his entire body weight on them “Sorry for not telling you sooner.”
“Hmm, that’s okay now,” Y/N said, running their fingers through his hair and tugging at it lightly. “Especially now. You’re a great kisser, Izuku.”
He smiled and leaned down to kiss them again.
He’d never been more grateful for being Spider-Man—to think he was going to keep these feelings all to himself before today. He felt guilty about making Y/N feel that way, and he made a mental note to find a way to make it up to them. But right now, he was focused on the present, the way their lips felt against his, the way their hands were in his hair and then underneath his shirt.
Sure, swinging from building to building and getting that feel of freedom was nice, but this feeling was a thousand times better. Incomparable, really.
synopsis: after planning a special, all-day date with y/n, mirio falls asleep thrilled for the next day. only to wake up to rainy weather. he arrives at y/n’s house, completely soaked and disappointed in the weather. y/n quickly cheers him up, and they spend the day baking.
Y/N had been the angel sent from heaven who’d introduced him to Pinterest (and was also the love of his life, yes that too). Mirio had grown very attached to the app, and had most recently been using it to gain inspiration for a whole day date with Y/N. He’d had lots of fun planning the day and adding things to his board.
He’d been telling Y/N about it for a while now—both of them were excited. They’d been so busy the past few months, and their outings consisted of grocery shopping together and napping on each other’s couches when they were too lazy to get dressed and go for ice cream.
But Mirio was determined to put an end to this sleepy, albeit very enjoyable, romance they’d fallen accustomed to. He was determined to have a nice, fun, romantic day with Y/N. So he planned when he could, although there wasn’t too much to do. He just liked speculating on how they’d spend their day.
He’d made a Pinterest board, and the universe had punished him for his wishful thinking.
The night before the eventful date day, Mirio double checked his weather app. Cloudy clear skies, it had reported. No chance for rain.
When he awoke, he almost screamed in surprise. The perfect day had been ruined before it even began. Rain was falling, heavily, outside of his window, washing away his plans.
Still, he got dressed. He’d promised to spend the day with Y/N, and the rain would make for a perfect day indoors. They could have another movie marathon. Cheerful at the thought he hurried to get dressed and out the door, only to be drenched. Of course it was also windy that day, and his umbrella did little to shield him from the wetness.
By the time he reached Y/N’s place he’d practically abandoned his umbrella. Y/N opened the door to find their boyfriend soaked through and through, looking more like a dejected puppy than ever.
He wordlessly walked inside and accepted the towel Y/N already had ready for him. He did his best to dry himself off, but the towel did very little to help.
“I’ve got some of your clothes laid out in the bathroom,” Y/N said sympathetically. “Go on and change, I’ll look for something to do!”
Mirio brightened slightly and hurried off to change. He’d noticed Y/N was still in their pajamas, and the clothes that were waiting for him in the bathroom were some spare pajamas he’d left from his last few visits. He changed and went to place his ruined clothes in the laundry room. When he returned to the living room Y/N was nowhere to be seen.
“Kitchen!”
Mirio shuffled into the kitchen to find Y/N scrambling around, pulling ingredients out of the fridge and pantries, with a wide assortment of bowls and measuring cups laid out on the table. Mirio was quick to help them, starting to unbox the cupcake batter and get to work.
“I had lots of leftover stuff from our last baking day,” Y/N paused to start some music on their phone. “And baking always cheers you up, so I thought we could do that today.”
“Did you know it was going to rain?” Mirio was still disappointed in himself and his lack of weather acknowledgement.
“No,” Y/N answered honestly. “I was actually going to save all of this for next weekend! I love spending time with you no matter what, and seeing you plan out a special all day date for me was so cute I wanted to do something for you.”
Y/N talked about their own planned day as they both worked, and by the time they’d put the cupcakes into their molds Miri realized they’d planned a lot of the same activities.
“We’re just that in sync,” Y/N grinned at him. “Okay, while they bake let’s go watch some TV!”
Mirio was surprised they managed not to burn the cupcakes. They found a movie they’d been meaning to watch, and they became so engrossed in it they barely heard the timer going off, signaling the cupcakes were done.
They brought them over to the living room floor to eat after they’d topped them off with icing, and continued watching the movie. Y/N was so into it they didn’t noticed the icing on their nose, and Mirio thought it was so cute he didn’t want to tell them to wipe it off.
The rain was pattering against the windows, more gently than before, and Y/N’s presence against his was so warm. He didn’t mind the rain very much, in that moment.
synopsis:bakugo usually refrains from reading articles about him, since all they do is tick him off. the media never seems to paint him in a positive light. that is, until he reads an article that does. y/n is an up and coming journalist and avid hero fan, and is the first to interview the rising sidekick ground zero.
content: swearing, strangers to friends to lovers, bestie kirishima, hero geek y/n, bakugo is nice sometimes, speculation on the hero world bc the possibilities are endless
Bakugo had read his fair share of articles on other hero’s growing up, but ever since he actually became one he started to steer clear of them. At first he was glad people were writing about him. It was about time he was noticed for his actions.
And yes, he was acknowledged for whatever heroic act he’d done that week, but there was always a but, an although, a however. Journalists loved talking about how he scowled at photographers, refused to do any one on one interviews, and was never very warm with fans. In Bakugo’s defense, that was just the type of person he was. His coworkers assured him that his fans didn’t mind his “bitchy” demeanor (he hated this particular description of himself. He was anything but bitchy). And it was hard to not scowl at those annoying reporters, who always shoved aside any of his fans for the sake of taking a picture of him.
“They’re just doing their jobs,” Kirishima had said when Bakugo shared his frustrations with him. The two were at his apartment getting a drink, a once a month tradition that had begun when they both started working as sidekicks in the prohero world. Kirishima worked for a different agency, but Bakugo still ended up seeing him much more than he would’ve liked. Still, he was one of his best friends, and he couldn’t push him away, especially since he offered annoyingly good advice.
“I’ve met my fair share of annoying reporters, even though we’re still fairly new to all this,” Kirishima continued. “But there’s a handful of respectable ones. At least that’s what I’ve heard from some of the veterans at the agency.”
Bakugo scowled at the memory, drinking his morning coffee even faster than usual. He had yet to meet one of those more “respectable” reporters. He huffed to himself as he finished his coffee and quickly got ready for his shift, rushing out the door before the sun had even risen.
He was fond of the earlier shifts, the ones at odd hours. He didn’t get them often, and he wasn’t exactly able to request them, since his hours were odd enough as it was. But when they did happen he relished in the quiet of the city at midnight, at the peacefulness of the office when he went in for a bit to do paperwork. Sure, he missed out on action those days, but everyone in the agency had slow days at least once a month. Boss said it kept them sharp.
Bakugo popped into the agency to sign in for his shift, nodding idly at anyone just finishing their shifts. He changed into his costume and left once more, walking along the dark city streets. He was on high alert, especially since it was way too quiet. Usually he’d hear a car alarm, help out any police units with an odd cat burglar. But today it was eerily silent. As though the city were preparing for something big.
An hour passed; the silence remained. Bakugo kept checking his comms, ensuring they were still operational. He’d been checking them periodically for the past hour, but now he didn’t hear the familiar buzz when he checked it. Instead he heard static and a high pitched beep, so piercing he yanked his comms out of his ears.
He radioed in to the agency, and was met with more static. He was on his own.
It was almost 3AM, he was halfway across the city, much too far to run back to the agency for backup. Bakugo scowled at the thought. He didn’t need any help. And if anyone in the area was patrolling, they’d figure out what was about to happen, too.
The past few weeks the news had been filled with the story of two otherwise low-life villains who’d teamed up. One of them had an unconfirmed technology-based quirk, and the other one had a pyrokinetic quirk. Bakugo was up to date on their whereabouts thanks to the agency, and how close they were getting to their district. They’d gone silent a week ago, but now it looked like they were back.
They weren’t much of a threat, in Bakugo’s opinion. They mainly messed with the police and blew up an odd abandoned building or too, and no one had been hurt yet. It did cost a lot of damage to surrounding businesses and houses, though. More of a nuisance than dangerous attack.
But this particular part of the city was filled with apartment complexes. If they were close enough to mess with communication systems, then they were in the neighborhood. Miles away from the lone warehouses they’d been blowing up. Bakugo cursed under his breath as he jogged, scanning dark alleys for anything suspicious. He only encountered a few people as he ran, and told them to get inside, quick. They quickly obliged. He didn’t know how far these two villains were willing to escalate, but he couldn’t risk them taking an innocent hostage off the street. And he highly doubted they would blow up an apartment building. The entire hero and police force would be after them if they did.
He was nearing the shopping area of town when he heard whispering from an alley behind a cafe his coworkers often frequented. A few blocks from any residential areas. And every business on the street was closed—he was the only person around.
The whispering grew louder as he cautiously approached the alley to his right. His communications were still down, and he noticed the lights around the street were off as far as he could see.
“You need a doctor!” he heard a voice hiss, and another quickly shushed it.
“No,” the second voice replied, sounding a bit breathless. “I’m fine.”
Bakugo risked a peek over the cafe’s wall. Two people were sitting at the very end of the alley. The guy was sprawled out on the ground, a small puddle of blood near his leg. The girl was frantically applying pressure to the wound, but Bakugo figured that would do little to help. The guy did need a doctor.
He leaned back, hiding himself from view. It was safe to assume the guy was the pyro, and since he was injured it should be safe for Bakugo to use his quirk. The girl must’ve been controlling the tech around her, though he wasn’t sure how she’d messed with the lights. The only light source was the full moon above him and the odd star or too visible despite the light pollution. He could easily take them both in, though it’d be better to have someone else handle the arrest and containment. And they’d naturally try to attack him when they saw he wasn’t friendly.
He started hiding any visible weapons or obvious pro-hero things that were at his side behind him, shifting his belt. He slipped off his arm cannons and set them down carefully. His costume was the biggest issue, but thankfully he always had a spare t-shirt stuffed into a side pocket. He slipped it on over his costume, pulling it over his hidden support items, and stepped out into the alley.
“What’re you dumbasses doing?”
The guy immediately sat up, shooting out a feeble spray of fire that barely reached the ground in front of Bakugo’s feet. The girl scrambled to her feet, her hand in her hoodie pocket, gripping something. They were a few years older than him, by the looks of it. Hard looks of defiance in their eyes, ready to put up a fight. He almost snorted.
“Who’re you?” the girl snarled, bringing out a taser from her pocket. It was missing its outer casing, and she was holding it by the wires while pointing the front of it at him.
“I live here,” he answered, just as nasty. The two glanced around at that, eyeing the dumpster a few feet from them and the trash littered in the alley.
Okay, maybe not the best approach. Bakugo was suddenly very grateful for the courses he’d taken as a mandate to enter the hero agency he worked at now. One of them had been an undercover course, and at the time he thought it was a stupid waste of time. He wasn’t planning on being a spy, or infiltrating some villain gang anytime soon. But in a situation like the one he was in now, the tips he’d learned were coming in handy.
“Yeah, well, we’re a bit busy, so go find some other place to sleep,” the girl replied, still pointing the taser at him. The guy was still sitting up, though his face was quickly losing its color.
“Get back!” the girl screeched suddenly, the wires sparking with electricity. Bakugo felt someone else standing behind him. He half turned to see a somewhat familiar police officer, who was resting his hand on his gun at his side.
“Is there a problem here?” The officer was looking from Bakugo to the villains and back.
“No, officer there isn’t—”
But it was apparently too late. The girl shot a line of electricity straight at the cop, and it would’ve hit him in the face if Bakugo hadn’t intercepted it with his fire. It hissed as it went out.
He vaguely heard the officer calling for backup, shouting down the street, as Bakugo lurched forward, tackling the villains to the ground. The girl screamed and kicked at him, the taser whirring to life in her hands, but he quickly chucked it out of her grasp. The pyro was pinned beneath him, but he still somehow managed to wriggle an arm free and shoot a strong line of fire out blindly. Bakugo cursed and used his free hand to grab an anaesthetic shot he had in his array of “goodies” as Kirishima loved to call them. He jammed it into the guys arm and he went limp, and he used the other one on the girl. He climbed off of them, breathing hard. His t-shirt was full of holes from the near miss of both the taser and the fire, but he was otherwise fine.
He signaled for the police to come closer, and he got out of there way as they handcuffed them. The officer who’d found him bowed in apology, but Bakugo waved him off, finally walking out of the alley and into the street. He’d thought the pyro’s wild burst of fire had been random and a resort of his panic, but he’d been aiming, it seemed, for the only shop visible from the alley.
It was on fire, its windows shattered from the force of the pyro’s blast. The police were already keeping a crowd of concerned people away. Bakugo moved to radio in for firefighters when he heard someone screaming louder than anyone else in the crowd.
“The shop owners are still in there!” The man yelled, the crowd loudly agreeing. “They live up there!”
Bakugo dropped his radio and sprinted inside, ignoring the police’s shouts to wait for backup. He noticed this was the only shop that was two stories, one for the business and the other for residents. At first glance it just looked like a normal two-story business, and Bakugo hadn’t noticed it much when he was talking to the villains, but this must’ve been what they were going to sabotage next. The pyro had shot out a line of fire straight at it, and the alley was right in its line of view. How he’d gotten hurt before they could finish the plan, Bakugo didn’t know. That wasn’t his concern at the moment.
The heat was almost unbearable inside, but he didn’t stick around enough to feel it. He hurried up the stairs, which were barely beginning to catch fire. Upstairs the layout was like any apartment, and he saw the shop owners huddling as far away from the door as possible. They looked old, and the smoke was probably wearing them down too much for them to walk down the stairs on their own. Bakugo scooped them up easily, one over each shoulder, and was about to leave with them when the woman shouted for him to wait.
“Our cat!” she yelled. “He’s still here!”
Bakugo cursed and glanced around wildly for it, and spotted it trapped out on the fire escape, howling and scratching at the open crack of the window. Fire escape.
Bakugo slammed the door leading to the stairs closed and instead clambered out the fire escape, carefully setting down the wife and then her husband, then climbing out himself. He scooped them back up as best as he could and descended down, the cat resting on the woman’s back, its claws digging into Bakugo’s shoulder. Somehow he made it down fine and was able to lower them into the paramedics awaiting arms as the window they’d just made it out of exploded above. The crowd cheered when he clambered down from the fire escape, covered in soot and coughing from the smoke. He gave them a small smile before following a paramedic, desperate for an oxygen mask. He hated smoke.
Two ambulances sped away with the couple (and their cat—Bakugo had made sure to set the cat down on the woman’s gurney) and soon reporters were on the scene talking into mics and facing cameras. Bakugo was away from the fire and crowd, and his coworker found him easily.
He couldn’t remember getting back to the agency, or home for that matter. The paramedic must’ve cleared him, and then his coworker and deskmate, Affable, had to have dragged him back to the agency and then his apartment. Bakugo was grateful he wasn’t taken to the hospital—the press somehow always found him, and he hated being seen in those hideous hospital gowns. It made him look weak, small. He could sleep off sheer exhaustion and a smidge of smoke inhalation on his own.
And yet, what he couldn’t escape was Kirishima.
“Morning!” Bakugo groaned and stepped aside to let him in, still too tired to argue with anyone. It was the ass crack of dawn, and since he’d been given the day off to rest, Bakugo had planned to do just that. Kirishima had others plans, it seemed.
“I’m off work right now,” Kirishima said, sitting down on the couch and dropping the newspaper he was carrying onto Bakugo’s coffee table in front of the TV. “And look what I picked up on my way to check on you.”
Bakugo sat down on the other edge of the couch, snatching the newspaper off the table to examine it.
The front page was unimportant, something about a politician Bakugo didn’t care very much about, but Kirishima told him to flip to the next page. He did, not sure why he was listening to him, and saw what Kirishima must’ve been talking about.
Why this picture and its story that followed weren’t front page news, he didn’t know. It was a shot of Bakugo heading down the fire escape with the shop owners and their cat, the fire blazing around him. There was an article below it, taking up the top half of the page. Kirishima settled down for a short nap on the couch as Bakugo read it.
The newspaper was pretty well known—Bakugo himself read it online weekly. He even remembered seeing the journalist’s name a few times. Y/N.
They were damn good, whoever they were. Bakugo assumed they were on the scene from how well written the article was. But everything was taken directly from the eyewitnesses on the scene: the shop owners who’d been among the crowd in the street, and even the old couple themselves. We’ve written to the young man’s agency, and if he reads this article I hope he knows we are very grateful for all he did for us!
“It’s good right?” Kirishima was eyeing him from the other side of the couch, a small smile on his face. Bakugo just scoffed and tossed it back on the couch, reaching for the TV remote.
“I guess.”
It was better than good, if he was being honest. It reminded him of the articles he used to read when he was younger, the ones about his favorite heroes. There wasn’t an iota of bad mouthing directed at him, everything was simple and straight to the point, which would seem average to anyone else. But in the hero world where trivial things were always getting blown out of proportion or where a single second could make or break you, it was a great thing for his career. He hoped.
When he returned to work he found the newspaper clipping hung up on the bulletin board specialized for news articles on the agency’s heroes. Seeing it considerably brightened his mood to the point where he didn’t mind extra paperwork. He was to remain on desk duty for the whole day, and then return to his regular shifts. Normally he would’ve demanded to be on patrol, but he quietly took the desk duty with no complaints (which raised a few eyebrows) and sped through his tasks for the day. By lunch time he had some freedom to do as he pleased, so he sat with his lunch and read past news articles.
They were all from the newspaper that had published his fire rescue, and all by the same author. Y/N seemed to be an up and coming journalist from what Bakugo gathered. All of their pieces were great, with personal eye witness accounts and even some with the heroes themselves, which Bakugo knew was hard to get often. They’d even done some sit down interviews, although not as big as those hour-long sit downs they aired on TV sometimes. These were all through the newspaper and online. No video or anything, just a typed up transcript of their conversation with laid out background information on the hero being interviewed.
Bakugo had always refused one-on-one interviews, and his agency had let him avoid them. He was still pretty new to hero work, and Bakugo had figured such a personal interview was something he could do when he had his own agency or something (which he had planned out to happen in a little over a year from now). Right now he was focusing on his job.
But the fact that this Y/N person had made him actually want to read a one-on-one interview with Deku that they’d done a few months ago made him reconsider.
He abruptly stood, startling a few of his coworkers that were eating lunch around him. He stalked towards Boss’s office and opened the door after he knocked. Boss was eating her lunch, too, it seemed, and she waved Bakugo inside. He stood in front of her desk, waiting for her to finish chewing before he spoke.
“I saw that article the Daybreak wrote on you!” She beamed at him, momentarily forgetting about her sandwich. “Great job.”
He bowed stiffly, not wanting to get scolded (again) for being rude.
“So, what can I do for you?” She leaned back in her chair, eyeing him with sparkling eyes as though she already knew what he was going to ask.
“If they ask for an interview, I’ll accept.”
Boss smiled at him. “Okay, I’ll let PR know you’re willing. Y/N-san, right?”
He contained his surprise, nodding stiffly instead.
“Yeah, they’re great, best of the best right now. Good eye Bakugo! I’ll let the correct people know. Get out so I can eat!” She smiled and went back to her food, and Bakugo bowed again and left. As he closed the door behind him he saw heads turning away from him swiftly. Nosy ass coworkers. He went back to his desk, satisfied.
The weeks crawled by. Bakugo did a group interview with a few of the other sidekicks in the agency, and it went well in his eyes. He was told the agency was bombarded with more requests, but they’d declined them politely. There was a limit to how much time they could be off prancing in front of cameras in Boss’s eyes. But the times interviews and public things of the sort were presented to anyone in the agency, they were big opportunities that had big results. No one questioned Boss much, and Bakugo had learned not too either.
“Bakugo!” she barked, making him jump slightly in surprise. His deskmate snickered quietly and immediately went back to his paperwork when he glared at them, standing to walk to Boss’s office. Sometimes she’d call all of them in randomly, just to check on them, or ask how patrol went. He figured this would be one of those times.
He stepped into her office and immediately noticed someone sitting in the chair in front of her desk.
“Sit, sit,” Boss said from her seat. “Exciting news for you!”
He sat, eyeing the stranger warily. They offered him a tentative smile in greeting.
“This is Y/N from the Daybreak Times. They reached out wanting to interview with you, and PR accepted on your behalf.” Y/N was watching him closely, almost anxiously, as though expecting him to decline on the spot.
“Okay.”
“Splendid,” Boss smiled at them both. Y/N’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “I’ll let you guys work out the details, and if you need anything Y/N let me or anyone in PR know! This’ll be great for the agency and especially for Bakugo, we’re pleased you wanted to interview him.” She escorted them both out and then disappeared deeper into the building, leaving the two of them alone at Bakugo’s desk. His neighbor Affable had apparently left for patrol, and Bakugo realized he was supposed to leave soon, too.
He sat down and motioned for Y/N to do the same. They scrambled to sit down across from him, taking out a small notepad and pen.
“Thanks so much for accepting this interview offer, Ground Zero,” Y/N said, flipping to an empty page in their notepad. “I’ve interviewed two of UA’s top three, and with you that makes all three! It’s truly an honor.”
Bakugo raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t realized that until they’d mentioned it. Shit, was this a mistake?
But Y/N seemed perfectly fine. Not that Bakugo had anything to base this experience off of, since this was his first interview.
“I read that article you wrote about me,” he said. “That’s why I agreed.”
Y/N paused in their fidgeting, the pen falling onto the desk. “The fire rescue one?”
He nodded.
“Wow, I honestly didn’t think… Thank you.” Any nervousness they seemed to have had before faded away. Bakugo realized he must be tearing down every single misconception and assumption about him. He’d changed quite a lot since high school, and Y/N seemed to be an avid hero follower, so they must be figuring that out as they both talked, too.
“So this interview really goes anyway you’d like it to,” Y/N continued to fiddle with the pen. “I’ve done enough to know that every hero steers them in unique directions. Have you by any chance read or seen any recently?”
I’ve read all of the ones you’ve done.“Yes.”
“Great! Boss told me you have patrol and will be back in the evening, which gives me some time to work on the preface of the interview and do some more research. I’ll be here when you return.” They pulled out a laptop from their bag and set it down on the desk. Bakugo was already dressed to go, so he just strapped on any gear he needed before he left.
“Are we doing the interview when I get back?” He did have the rest of the night off, just to catch up on paperwork.
“If you’d like, sure. We can also go to a cafe or anywhere else you’d be comfortable. I’m fine doing it here, too,” Y/N glanced up from their laptop. “All up to you. I know you’re busy and I don’t want to take up a lot of your time.”
He nodded and left, raising his hand in goodbye when Y/N wished him a good patrol.
He spent the next few hours idly thinking of interview responses. From the ones he’d read, it was more of a conversation between them, excluding much of Y/N’s added commentary he was assuming. Deku’s had been a bit more personal, but Bakugo was sure it was because he’d been okay with that. Half and half’s had been strictly about his hero work and had no mention of his father. Y/N really meant it was up to the hero being interviewed, and that made Bakugo feel glad he’d agreed to this.
It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon. Bakugo only bullied a few old ladies into walking across the street with him and helped a kid look for their dog. Boring any other day, but just what he needed today. He wasn’t too tired to talk with Y/N.
Bakugo had been looking forward to this way too much. It was out of character for him—even he was aware of that. He wasn’t exactly sure why, either. It was ridiculous to assume he had a crush on Y/N. He hadn’t met them before today, and he wasn’t dumb enough to waste his time with a relationship right now.
Y/N was exactly where they’d been a few hours ago. There was a half eaten muffin beside them and a cup of coffee, and they were rapidly typing away on their laptop when Bakugo sat down across from them.
“Hello. Affable let me use his desk, he said he was done for the day anyway,” Y/N paused from their typing to greet him “This place is incredible, I can’t believe even your deskmate is so cool.”
Bakugo was briefly reminded of Deku because of the way Y/N was awed by something as small as his deskmate. Affable was nice, yeah. He put up with Bakugo, and he guessed that was precisely why Boss had sat them next to each other. It was sort of hard to hate the guy, as much as Bakugo had tried the first few days he worked here.
“Lemme just go change,” Bakugo finished signing his timecard on his phone and stood back up. “Be right back.”
Even the locker room was pretty quiet. Evenings were odd at the agency, since most people were out on patrol. But Bakugo had had his schedule adjusted today, probably by Boss herself so he could have time for the interview. He wouldn’t have to go out on patrol again until the next night. He changed into his civilian close, hung his costume back up in his locker, and went back to his desk.
“So,” Bakugo said, sitting down at his desk across from Y/N. They’d moved their laptop to the side and had a voice recorder set where the two desks met. They were fidgeting with their pen and notepad again. “Why’re you a hero nerd?”
Y/N cracked a smile at that. “How do you mean?”
“I read your articles,” Bakugo confessed. “Most of them are hero centered. Just wondering why.”
Y/N had that same look from earlier when he’d told them he’d read the fire rescue article. “You know, I didn’t expect you to do your research on me.” They smiled at him again, easily, like they hadn’t just met him today. “Anyway, I’m a ‘hero nerd’ because my parents were heroes.”
Bakugo raised his eyebrows in surprise. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it hadn’t been that.
“They retired when I was born, since they wanted to stick around and raise me. Now they teach other young heroes and stuff. I knew I never wanted to be like them, though. I loved learning about heroes more than pretending to be one as a kid, and that sort of stuck with me. What about you, are you what you’d consider a ‘hero nerd’?” Y/N tapped the voice recorder to let Bakugo know they were recording, and he realized that just like that, the interview had started.
Y/N was incredibly easy to talk to, he learned. They let him steer the conversation, asking questions they seemed to come up with then and there and only checking their laptop list occasionally. They took notes as they talked to him and nodded a lot in understanding to let him know they were still listening. They talked for well over an hour, until Y/N finally reached over to turn off the recorder.
“Thank you, Ground Zero,” Y/N beamed. “Wasn’t so bad was it?” They hesitated. “You know, the Daybreak reached out for an interview a while ago. Before I started doing them. Why’d you decline then?”
Bakugo didn’t even know they’d asked. The agency must’ve declined for him after he’d let them know he wasn’t up for any of them yet—at least not the longer, more intimate ones.
“I wasn’t willing to do them before,” he answered. “And reporters love to taint my name, I wasn’t about to give them even more chances to. But your writing is different, so I said that if you asked, I’d agree.”
“To me? Specifically to me?” Y/N looked as though they were on the verge of tears. Bakugo stared, unsure of what to do. He didn’t have any tissues at his desk, did he?
“Sorry!” Y/N sniffled, rubbing at their watery eyes. “It just… means a lot that you liked my writing so much. I’m still sort of new to this, like you are, and I’m really happy you were willing to sit down with me. Especially because of how the media treats you and how you feel about it. I’m really sorry about that.”
They smiled at him, and Bakugo knew he was fucked in that moment. What sort of lovesick moron finds someone they’ve just seen almost burst into tears at a nice comment attractive?
This moron, apparently.
“Why’re you bringing me along again?”
“Because. I don’t trust myself right now.”
Kirishima laughed, loudly at that. Thankfully they were both in “civilian disguises” of baseball hats and sunglasses, so no one recognized them.
It had been a few weeks since the interview. It was Bakugo’s day off, and Y/N was meeting with him to share the final interview that was to be published next week. They’d explained they usually did this with interviewees, a tradition they hoped would catch on between both fields of work.
Since Bakugo had shared why he wasn’t fond of interviews and the press in general, Y/N had been a whirlwind of text updates. (They’d exchanged numbers after the interview to set a date to meet before publication.)
I offered to proofread lots of hero articles this week >:) that means I can discourage the talk of meaningless shit like off duty outfits and attitude bc tbh its not relevant in journalism. We aren’t the fucking paparazzi
Bakugo cackled out loud whenever Y/N sent updates. He thought they wouldn’t react well to his profanity, but they swore as much as he did when they were talking about “reforming hero journalism.”
He occasionally sent back reactions, but mainly he just read the messages. A few days ago he had the brilliant idea to invite along Kirishima, thinking Y/N would love the chance to meet another hero and as an excuse to have someone to chaperone him, because that’s just where he was at right now.
Bakugo hadn’t had a crush in years, and he wasn’t about to fall for the only reporter that was nice to him and willing to go out of their way to change the constructs of journalism for him. When he’d shared this with Kirishima, his friend had wiped away an imaginary tear. “That’s so fucking romantic dude. If you don’t marry Y/N I will.” Bakugo had chased him around the apartment for a few minutes after that comment.
But Kirishima agreed to go to lunch with him. “You should be glad my schedule left me with lunch free today,” Kirishima grinned as they neared the restaurant. “This place is perfect! Secluded, not too much foot traffic. Y/N’s smart.” It was a small restaurant with outdoor dining, with trees all around.
Bakugo agreed—even the food smelled great. They both quickly spotted Y/N, who was sitting in the back, farthest from the entrance. Y/N waved them over, already smiling.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” they practically squealed at Kirishima after they were properly introduced and sat down. “Bakugo-san has the coolest friends.”
Kirishima was smiling as bright as Y/N, and he turned briefly to wiggle his eyebrows at Bakugo. He’d told Y/N they could call him Bakugo if they’d like, and Y/N had started to oblige.
The three sat down and ordered, then Y/N pulled out the article as soon as the waiter was out of earshot. “I printed it this morning! Everyone’s jealous since I’m the first to ever interview you.” Bakugo had never seen Y/N this happy. “Our editor loved it! Thank you so much for being willing to have the interview, Bakugo-san.”
Bakugo grinned. “Damn right they should be jealous.” Kirishima laughed and nudged him.
“Move it over here so I can read it too!”
Bakugo set it down between them, and they started to read. Y/N fiddled with their drink while they read, something he’d noticed they did when they were nervous.
They had no reason to be nervous. The article was beautifully written, and he was totally unbiased in his opinion.
By the end of it Kirishima was laughing so hard a few people glanced over, and Bakugo had to shush him with a swift kick to the shin. He slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes full of mirth.
“This was great Y/N,” he whispered, much quieter than necessary. “I never knew Bakugo had a sense of humor.”
Bakugo sat back in his seat, satisfied. Y/N had stopped fidgeting and was smiling again, wider than he’d ever seen. “I’m so happy you guys liked it! And also, there’ll be a picture of you online Bakugo-san, the one my coworker took last week.” Bakugo nodded. His mom had sent him makeup tips when he’d made the mistake to tell her what he’d been up to, but his skin was “perfectly-fucking-fine” and didn’t need any.
He was actually excited for it to be published.
Kirishima was asking for Y/N’s phone number, and Bakugo was pissed for about a second before he realized Kirishima would never do something like that, and his intentions were pure. “If you ever want to interview me just ask!” Y/N was nodding enthusiastically and saying they’d be sure to get back to him as soon as they asked their boss about it.
Their food came and they ate as they continued talking. Kirishima talked about his favorite heroes with Y/N, recent missions he’d been on, and his coworkers. Y/N practically fainted when Kirishima said he’d tell Kaminari, who was always enthusiastic about getting “some press attention,” that Y/N was searching for more heroes to interview to add to their portfolio and impress their boss.
Y/N asked how Deku and Shoto were doing. Bakugo wasn’t very close with them, but Kirishima had kept tabs on everyone they graduated with, so he was more than helpful in filling Y/N in one probably too much “gossip.” It made Bakugo happy, seeing them talk as though they were old friends. It must’ve shown on his face because when he wasn’t looking Kirishima snapped a picture of him and proceeded to gush about it with Y/N.
“Look, he’s practically smiling!” They both erupted into a fit of giggles similar to what is expected of grade schoolers. Bakugo glared at them without malice and finished up his food to hide his smile.
The next week the interview was published, and the second he walked into the agency for his shift everyone hurried back to their desks, failing to hide smiles. They’d been crowding around the bulletin board, where Bakugo’s interview picture had been pinned. He looked damn good in his picture, so he sat down without any complaints.
“Morning Bakugo!” Affable was as cheery as ever. “I read your interview, great stuff.”
“Thanks,” Bakugo answered. Boss waved at him from her office and went back to her phone call, amiably gesturing as though whoever was on the other line could see her. He turned back to his desk and saw that Affable had tears in his eyes.
“Woah what—”
“You’ve never said thank you to a compliment before!” Affable all but sobbed. Bakugo refrained from visibly cringing away from him.
“That’s not true,” he said defensively, wracking his brain for an example. “I’m nice to you aren’t I?”
Affable nodded and blew his nose with a tissue he’d summoned from somewhere. His quirk was heightened senses, and Bakugo had always assumed it also meant his feelings were heightened since he was a pretty emotioinally smart dude. Bakugo admired him quite a bit, and he was a good deskmate. Had he been that terrible to everyone? No. He would’ve been scolded thoroughly—Boss valued friendliness in the agency.
“Sorry,” Affable replied. “That interview just showed a side of you I’d never seen. I also watched way too many sad commercial compilations this morning so I guess that’s still affecting me.”
“Cheer up Saito!” someone called from far away. Affable raised a hand in thanks. “Y/N-san did a great job with your interview, can you pass that along?”
“Sure,” Bakugo said, already sitting down to text them. “They’ll be happy to hear that.”
Affable stopped mid nose-blow, realization on his face. “Oho!”
“Don’t.”
“Okay,” Affable, or Saito, as Bakugo figured he should be calling him, hid a smile behind his tissue. “I don’t need my enhanced hearing to know your heart rate spiked Bakugo. Have you told them?”
Bakugo was suddenly grateful he had warmed up to Saito the past year. He realized he had one or two friends in the agency and wasn’t the badass lone wolf he thought he’d been. Y/N’s interview had also opened his eyes to that.
“No, I haven’t,” he replied gruffly.
“Hmm. You should!” He stood suddenly. “Well, patrol time. See ya.” And with that he rushed out of the building, before Bakugo could harass him about what the hell that meant.
And then, almost on impulse, he reopened his texts and typed out a message for Y/N.
Hey wanna go out sometime?
He slammed his phone back onto his desk, along with his forehead. The buzz of a notification startled him into an upright sitting position again.
Ofc ;) i’ll pick u up after ur shift we can go out for late night tacos <3
He held back a scream when he realized he’d texted Kirishima instead of Y/N.
SHITTY HAIR I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO MARCH OVER THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THIS WAS THE WRONG NUMBER I FUCKING HATE YOUSIDJFLASDKJLASDJGSL
AHAHAHAHAHAH I’M SENDING THIS TO THE GROUP CHAT WE HAVE WITH Y/N
Needless to say, Y/N did end up picking him up after his shift, and they did go out for food. And the next day, and the next.
Bakugo hasn’t done a one-on-one interview since, because he feels like they’ve already served their purpose.
midoriya izuku |sending pictures of dogs on the train to friends, reorganizing your room for no reason, going to sleep after a good day, the first few days of spring, forehead kisses, starting a garden, smiling just because, watching a really good movie, watching a super specific youtube video for fun.
todoroki shoto | waking up before the sun rises, warming your hands by the fireplace, taking naps on the ride home, whispering with friends in class, opening a window when the weather is perfect, enjoying time spent by yourself, feeling a cool breeze, receiving a package in the mail, humming a familiar tune.
uraraka ochaco | doodling on class notes, rewatching a favorite movie, smiling at your own joke, handwritten letters, eating marshmallows, smiling at dogs you see, sleeping in on weekends, fuzzy warm socks, lighting a candle, going to a playground you used to play at, swimming in the summertime, buying a plushie.
yaoyorozu momo | baking sweets for your friends, reading late at night, sharing clothes, wearing your favorite sweater, being excited about buying school supplies, seeing a butterfly, getting what you wanted as a present, planning an exciting trip, the smell of a bookstore, a warm cup of tea.
jiro kyoka | walking down the street with your headphones in, inside jokes, sharing an earbud with a friend, driving super early in the morning, laughing until your sides hurt, eating a really sweet piece of fruit, hearing your favorite song on the radio, getting a haircut you love, going home after a concert.
togata mirio |sharing snacks, admiring flowers on a walk, holding hands, warm hugs, receiving good morning texts, making someone laugh, the smell of a bakery, candid pictures, making a new friend, trying and loving a new food, going for a walk at sunset, realizing everything turned out okay.
shinso hitoshi | coming home after a long road trip, petting friendly stray cats, waking up to see the moon is still out, finding a penny in your pocket, watching rain fall, taking a nap after a long day, realizing you have the afternoon off, buying a journal and sticking with it, watching a movie on opening night.
request:can u do headcanons for tsuyu realizing she has a crush on reader who is quiet and painfully shy and isn’t really friends with anyone in 1A except for tsu. and can u also do headcanons for reader confessing their feelings for tsu despite how shy they are, how would she react to finding out they feel the same way?
a/n:hello! so sorry for being mia, my life got surprisingly busy I’m so surprised that I’m almost at 500 followers??? ily all so much if I hit 500 I’ll be sure to do something special!!
it doesn’t take long for tsuyu to realize she was crushing on y/n. she’s embarrassed about it for about two seconds, before she realizes there is no one else that knows, and it isn’t at all embarassing to have a crush on someone like y/n. they were a great friend, and this is what kept tsuyu quiet about her crush.
she was aware y/n didn’t really talk to anyone else in class besides her, and she was scared of disrupting the friendship they had with her confession. so she keeps on acting as she used to around them, although she often finds herself hiding blushes
while tsuyu is thinking over her crush, so is y/n. they would’ve thought it was a bit obvious that they liked tsuyu, considering she was the only one they talked to in class. but y/n was shy, and that reputation was enough for favoring tsuyu to be understandable.
but it’s always the quiet ones that do the most thinking. and y/n has been planning how and when they were going to confess to tsuyu for weeks, and they’d finally perfected the plan.
they invite tsuyu out one day to go shopping, knowing she’d enthusiastically agree. y/n chose a day when tsuyu’s friends and y/n’s acquaintances/classmates would all be busy, leaving tsuyu and y/n to go shopping alone
it was on their walk home from a successful day of sampling lots of food and buying some things they didn’t really need that y/n told tsuyu how they felt, feeling self conscious despite how great the day had gone and how they’d been psyching themselves up for this moment
tsuyu is stunned into silence for a second, and then her eyes fill with tears as she hurriedly says she feels the same way
she’s very relieved, because honestly she didn’t know how much longer she could’ve gone pretending like she didn’t want to be more than just friends. she’s very happy and pleasantly surprised that y/n is the one to confess.
“Sorry to come by so late.” Y/N bleary looked at him, fighting back a yawn with one hand and rubbing at their eyes with the other. Izuku was in his usual All Might pajamas, and still in his All Might slippers despite how cold out it was that night. And with no socks on either.
Y/N pointed at his foot as if they were actually speaking out loud, but Izuku understood. He laughed breathily, his breath visible in the cold. “I just needed to see you. I had a bad dream.” Normally Y/N would be one to tease him for such behavior, especially after Izuku had shared a nightmare of him turning into a broccoli stem, but Y/N knew his dreams could get serious.
“Come inside.” Y/N quickly ushered him in, shivering at the cold and at the brief contact they had with Izuku cold arm as he walked inside. “Lets warm you up. Come on.” Izuku followed Y/N wordlessly down the hall to their room. Unfortunately this was a routine they both found themselves doing monthly, when Izuku’s nightmares worsened to the point where he felt as though he had to leave the comforts of his room and talk with someone else.
Y/N was lucky to have a larger than necessary mattress—perfect for sleepovers and sleeping like a starfish. They quickly snuggled under the covers and lifted up the blanket, letting Izuku settle in beside them. His arm pressed against theres, and Y/N instinctively reached over to rub their hands up and down his arm in a vain attempt to heat it up. Izuku sighed at the warmth of Y/N’s blankets and their touch, his eyes already drooping with sleep.
“Just being with you helps,” he mumbled as Y/N took his hand and moved around to get comfortable. Y/N smiled sadly, squeezing his hand gently. “Get some sleep, Izuku.”
synopsis: a little sleep deprived and susceptible to spilling secrets as a result, y/n lets it slip to hanta that they want to fall in love. want to know what it feels like for your heart to hurt when you’re not around someone, what it feels like to slow dance in the rain with someone, to stay up for hours just to spend time with them. what it feels like to get heartbroken, to hurt so badly because the love runs so deeply. hanta wants to be the one to do all of those things with y/n—so he creates a plan to accomplish everything they listed off when they were truthful in their sleepy state.
content: college au, friends to lovers, sweet boy hanta, just a whole lot of fluff
word count: 4.2k
SERO HANTA’S LIST OF FALLING IN LOVE ACTIVITIES:
1. Romantically plot in secret
It had started as most chaotic things to: at a sleepover.
To begin with, the sleepover had not started out as an actual sleepover. Y/N had invited Sero over because they were both busy cramming for upcoming finals, and Sero’s apartment was not the best place to cram. He loved his roommates—truly, he did. Just not as much during finals season. Y/N always offered him refuge in their apartment, because somehow they had gotten lucky enough to snag the studio apartments before everyone else and had the pleasure of having relatively nice, quiet neighbors. Sero hid from the noise that was his apartment complex here more often than he should, but Y/N never seemed to mind too much.
They sat at Y/N’s kitchen table in comfortable silence, their laptops and various notes spread out around them. They had not moved from their spot in a while, and finally Sero felt his eyes start to tear up from staring at his laptop screen for too long, so he decided he had had enough for the night. He closed down all of his tabs and failed to hold back a strangled noise of surprise when he noticed the time.
“It’s one in the morning.”
Y/N’s reaction was delayed, only eliciting a small noise of acknowledgement that Sero had spoken at first. Then they snapped their head up from their work, eyes wide. “One?”
Normally, staying up this late was a normal occurrence—especially when it was the two of them together, and they were hyper-focused on studying. But it was the last day of dead week, meaning that they had to be ready to take their first exams in roughly ten hours.
“Shit,” Sero cursed, quickly putting away his notes. “Sleep. Now.”
Y/N laughed a little as they also hurried to put away their notes and shut down their laptop. They both scurried around the apartment; Y/N to their room to file things away, and Sero into the living room area to find his backpack. His apartment should have quieted down by now, since it was quite literally the day of finals.
“You can stay here!” Y/N called from their room. “I already pulled out your futon.”
Sero wilted with relief, nearly dropping his backpack at the door. He set it back against the couch and walked over to Y/N’s room, yawning with sleep he had not been aware of ten minutes ago.
Y/N was already snuggled under the warm comfort of their covers, and right beside their bed was the spare futon that was basically Sero’s at this point. He had arrived to the study session in his pajamas and had done his nightly routine a few hours ago (shamelessly borrowing Y/N’s face wash) so he quickly snuggled under his own covers and turned to face Y/N, like he always did when he slept over.
They were already drifting off, but were also facing him and smiled when he turned to stare. “Your exam is at 10, right?”
Sero nodded. “Yours at 11?”
Y/N nodded and yawned again. “Good luck.”
“Good luck,” he echoed, moving the covers up to hide his smile of endearment. Y/N was always cute, but sleepy Y/N was on a different level.
Yes, Sero had a massive crush on his friend. He had come to terms with it a few months ago, when they both started hanging out more and getting closer. Sero did not mind the unrequited feelings too much, and was currently in the process of dealing with it. Sleeping over was not a big help, but he did not want to ruin the friendship they had, so he decided it was a worthy sacrifice to his efforts.
“Can I tell you something?” Y/N asked, blinking at him. Sero stifled a small laugh. He knew Y/N always had the tendency to get honest moments before they drifted off to sleep. The first time it had happened, they had shared that they had been the ones to accidentally drop Bakugo’s bamboo toothbrush onto the floor and then quickly wash it with soap (which Bakugo tasted later that day and was very mad about). Kaminari had taken the blame, and Y/N had never come clean as a form of revenge for all of the times Kaminari had eaten the last of the cookie stash and never replacing it.
“Of course you can,” Sero replied, adjusting so his head was propped up in his chin and he could see Y/N better.
“Have you ever been in love?”
Sero almost dropped back down onto his pillow. “You said you were going to tell me something, not ask me something,” Sero said, successfully recovering. Stay cool, Hanta.
Y/N blinked at him again, apparently now more awake and willing to engage in a conversation.
“I’ve never been in love,” they said. “What’s it like?”
Sero gave up on trying to maintain eye level and snuggled back under his covers, leaving his eyes uncovered to hide his blushing cheeks. This really was not helping him with ending his crush.
“Dunno. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love, either.”
“Really?” Y/N seemed surprised. “Haven’t you dated anyone, like before I met you?”
They had only met last year, in their second year of university. Y/N had never asked him about these things. Sleep deprivation must have made them more curious, and maybe a tad bit more blunt and daring.
“No,” Sero answered, still hiding under his blanket.
“You were supposed to be, like, the wise one in this,” Y/N said, rolling around in their bed as they said it. Sero laughed at their reaction.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“No! Never apologize,” Y/N whirled around to face him again, eyes considerably more drowsy than before. Sleep was overtaking them. Sero wondered how long they would keep talking before Y/N passed out.
“It’s just,” Y/N sighed, now turning to face the ceiling. “I want to fall in love. I want to know what it feels like for your heart to hurt when you’re not around someone, what it feels like to slow dance in the rain with someone, to stay up for hours just to spend time with them. You know?” They turned to face Sero again.
He did not know what to say to that. This must have been the most honest Y/N had ever been with him, about this topic, anyway. They had never really spoken about this before.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”
“Even heartbreak sounds just so full of love, because that just means the love was so deep and real that it hurts when the person causing it isn’t there anymore,” Y/N’s blinks were slowing down now, signaling they were very close to sleep. “Dunno, it just seems…nice.”
And with that, they were asleep.
Leaving Sero wide awake, staring up at them. Peacefully sleeping and blissfully unaware of what they had just done to him, of the plan he was now making.
He spent the next hour making a list on his phone. Specifics would come later, when the sun was up and he was not driven by nerves and adrenaline like was now.
One point done, more to go.
2. Spend lots of quality time together (basically done?)
Finals disrupted much of Sero’s next point that he had written down, but not as much as he would have previously thought. Now that he had decided to let his crush take hold of him and do his best to woo Y/N, he was realizing how much their friendship had evolved, and how much he had neglected to notice the things that made it more special. He had ignored this in favor of trying to squash his crush, but after embracing it, he now understood why it had formed in the first place.
He and Y/N just fit. They understood each other, probably better than anyone else. And Sero had been downplaying their relationship for weeks—Y/N was easily his best friend (something Kaminari would be devastated to learn, seeing as he was the one who always proclaimed himself as Sero’s BFF).
His second point on his list was spending lots of time together, which was relatively easy, because they already did it so much in the first place. Their friends overlapped, which was the reason they even met in the first place, and the reason they grew to be so close and spend so much time together. Even final exams didn’t keep them apart for very long.
Y/N often realized they had sleepily confessed something, and confronted Sero about it the next morning. This had not been the case this time, because Y/N had gone off to their exam before Sero had even woken up. He had been nervous about how they would react, but he hoped for the best, trying to stay optimistic.
He had not expected Y/N to be there after his exam, with his current obsession (an iced matcha latte) and a hesitant smile on their face as they waved at him from the bench just outside the building.
It was impossible to keep the smile off his face. “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here.”
“My exam ended a little while ago, so I decided to stick around and wait for you,” Y/N replied, handing him his drink. “How’d it go?”
They both walked idly through campus in the general direction back to Y/N’s apartment, probably a bit subconsciously. This was their routine every Thursday, when they had a class that ended at the same time in the same vicinity of one another. Still, Sero knew why Y/N had come to find him. But the addition of the matcha latte was a very nice touch that left him jittery with happiness and butterflies.
“So,” Y/N started as they left campus and began the walk through the residential areas, back to Y/N’s apartment. “The latte is an apology drink, since I remember I overshared last night.”
“No need to apologize,” Sero quickly replied, nudging them with his shoulder as they walked. “I basically overshared too. Anyway, what are besties for?”
Y/N nudged him back. “Have I replaced Kaminari?” They were smiling at him, and it made Sero’s own grin widen.
“Don’t tell him I said that. Anyway, I’ll take you up on that.” He took a sip from his drink, nervous of where this would leave him. Had he planned this? Absolutely not. But he decided to be a little daring. Maybe it was the matcha giving him bravery.
“On what?” Y/N asked, turning to look at him.
“Fall in love. With me, I mean.”
Y/N stopped walking, and Sero turned to face them.
His plan would never work if Y/N wasn’t aware of it. It would have been a bit odd if he started doing all of these romantic things with no explanation, and it would have ultimately led to a failed plan. Sero had decided last night he did not want to try and hide his feelings anymore—and he had, for once, decided to listen to the constant teasing of his friends. They had been saying he and Y/N were practically an old married couple for weeks now, but he’d waved them off because he thought they were poking fun at his crush.
Seeing Y/N after his exam had made him decide maybe they were right, and had convinced him that the plan he’d made last night was worth a shot.
“What? Are you messing with me?” Y/N asked, an accusatory tone surfacing. “Not funny, Sero.”
“I’m not!” Sero quickly replied. “I promise.”
They stared him down, narrowing their eyes in thought.
Despite knowing each other for only a year, they knew each other. Sero wasn’t lying, and he knew Y/N could tell. And some realization came into their eyes, followed by embarrassment as they hid their face in their hands.
“Oh my fuck,” Y/N practially shouted, laughing up at the sky. “How did you know before I did?”
Sero smiled again, cheerily linking his arm through Y/N’s when they continued to walk. “I did say we were besties, didn’t I?”
3. Go on some dates
“Why are you here?”
Sero pouted before walking past Y/N into their apartment. “Rude, much?
Y/N closed their door and followed Sero, sitting beside him on the couch. “It’s summer now. Weren’t you heading back for a week?”
Most of his friends stayed on campus for the summer, either to work or to take classes. Sero was no exception, though he usually went back home for a week.
“I’ll be going back home in a few months,” Sero explained. “My family has a long list of weddings and events to attend, and you know I’d much rather avoid nosy relatives asking when I’ll start dating and instead actively get you to start dating me.”
Y/N threw a pillow at his face at that, which Sero easily dodged as he laughed. His mom had freed him of the obligation of attending the family events since he wasn’t very close to any of the relatives hosting them, and his room was currently occupied by visiting cousins. That said, he was expected to call her twice as much (she knew he had more free time now) and to visit before the fall semester started.
Sero planned to take advantage of this summer as much as he could. It was shaping up to be much better than the last one. This time he wasn’t buried in classwork—his schedule was much more manageable, and he had a part time job he liked. The best part was Y/N, though.
Since the acknowledgement of the feelings they both had for each other, their relationship had taken a small, almost unnoticeable turn. They noticed, of course. The thin layer of caution they had acted with earlier was gone. Now Sero unabashedly stared at Y/N when they were doing simple tasks, replying to their questioning stares with “You’re just so pretty.” And Y/N was no better—constantly sneaking glances at Sero when he changed into his pajamas in their apartment and telling him he had very nice hands whenever they laid down to fall asleep (holding hands).
Slow, tiny steps. Toward his next thing on the list: dates.
“I thought we could spend the day together,” Sero said, turning to look at Y/N on the couch. They were already looking at him and smiled when their eyes met.
“Okay. What should we do?”
“I’m so glad you asked,” he replied, still not looking away from them. “The first activity of the day is of course watching a movie.”
After some discussion, Y/N quickly got dressed to head out for the movie theater downtown. It was a sequel to another action movie that they had seen years ago, and Sero had been waiting for finals to be over before watching it. He slipped his hand into theirs on the walk over and smiled when they glanced over at him. They’d held hands before—just last night they had, right before falling asleep. But they both knew this time was different. Y/N lightly squeezed his hand and swung their arms back and forth as they walked, laughing quietly enough for only the two of them to hear.
The movie was very action filled, which kept them so energized they decided to head to a nearby arcade afterwards. Sero was excellent at arcade games, Y/N quickly realized. He won them both a lot of prizes, and they left the arcade with two bags full of miscellaneous items and matching plushies.
From there, they wandered around the shops downtown, stopping to get ice cream and then finally sitting down at a bench. Only then did Sero realize how tired he was. He turned his head to ask Y/N if they were also tired, only to find them already facing him.
“Yeah, let’s go back,” Sero laughed, intertwining their fingers and pulling Y/N off of the bench.
When they reached Y/N’s apartment, they moved to walk in and pull Sero inside along with them. But he gently slid his out of theirs. The reaction was immediate—Y/N turned to glance behind them, a questioning look in his eyes and the slightest frown on their lips.
“I can’t sleep here every night,” he teased. “I still pay rent for my real apartment, you know.”
Y/N narrowed his eyes at him in mock hurt. “Yeah, yeah.” They mumbled something else before waving and moving to close the door.
“What was that?” Sero asked, a smile growing on his face as he stuck his foot out just before the door closed. He was having too much fun, but he couldn’t help it.
Y/N avoided his gaze. “Hmm? Nothing.”
“No, I heard you say something,” he said, unable to keep the teasing tone out of his voice.
“I said I’ll miss you,” Y/N snapped, before successfully slamming the door shut to avoid looking at him.
“See you tomorrow!” Sero cheerfully called, laughing at Y/N’s embarrassed knocks to let him know they had heard him.
4. Dance in the rain
Sero patiently waited for summer rain, knowing it would come.
His patience was wearing pretty thin until it finally started to rain while he was walking back from his shift. Letting out a small yell of excitement, he changed course and ran back to campus, where he knew Y/N was currently in class.
They had not had the chance to see each other all week, resorting to texting instead. Classes had started, so things got a bit more hectic and they had not found out the best way to balance everything just yet. After this week it would even out, he was sure of this. Still, he had missed Y/N more than he realized. The rain reminded him of that.
He waited outside of Y/N’s classroom, watching the rain steadily get heavier. Soon students started filing out, a few actually pulling out umbrellas. Y/N was the last to leave, and Sero didn’t miss the soft look in their eyes when they saw the rain, and how the look seemed to only grow fonder when they realized he was outside, waiting for them.
“Hi,” they said, taking his outstretched hand. “What’re you doing here?”
“It’s raining,” Sero said, as though that would make everything clear. Y/N smiled at him.
“Yes.”
Sero tugged their hand in protest of their teasing, earning a laugh. “Your backpack is waterproof, right?” It wasn’t pouring, thankfully, which made Sero’s plan much easier.
“Yes,” Y/N said again, realizing what he was saying. “Hanta, wait—”
He was already pulling them along, out from underneath the protection of the overhead roof and into the rain. Y/N laughed and didn’t pull away, instead pulling him further out until they were running hand in hand in the direction of Y/N’s apartment.
Not exactly dancing, but not exactly not dancing. They leapt over bigger puddles and stopped sometimes to catch their breath before tugging each other along, clothes and skin damp from the sprinkling rain and laughing the entire way.
Sero had always loved the rain, but this made him love it even more.
When they made it to Y/N’s apartment the rain had stopped and the sun had started to peak out from behind the clouds. They both quickly changed out of their wet clothes and collapsed onto Y/N’s couch, leaning onto each other and still laughing a little.
“That was on your list?” Y/N asked, leaning their head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around them and pulled them in closer, hoping they did not notice the way his heart was pouding.
“Of course,” he said. “You mentioned it, remember?”
Y/N slipped their hand into his. “Yeah. I also mentioned staying up late, didn’t I? Are you crossing that one off today, too?”
“Anything for you,” Sero replied, kissing the top of their head. “Except, not the heartbreak part. I physically cannot do that to you.”
Y/N made a noise of surprise before burying their face in his neck, moving so they were practically sitting in his lap. “You’re so sappy.”
Sero laughed, wrapping both his arms around their waist and sitting them fully in his lap. “I know.”
5. Stay up together and cuddle
Sero did end up sleeping over that day. He also decided to share the rest of his list with Y/N.
He got ready for bed in their bathroom, smiling to himself as he looked around and saw how present he was in Y/N’s life. They had a toothbrush for him there, the hair ties he used sometimes, and his damp clothes had been hung to dry.
He walked back to Y/N’s room, ready to get comfortable on his futon. Only to realize it was not there, and Y/N was already in bed.
They patted the spot next to them, and Sero needed no further instruction. He snuggled up beside them, reaching out to wrap his arms around them and press his cold feet against their warm legs. Y/N laughed and playfully shoved him away.
He’d always been a very touchy person, but he knew boundaries. When he realized he had a crush on Y/N all those months ago, he had been even more careful about physical contact with them, mainly for his own sake. Now, holding hands was so common for them Sero reached for Y/N’s the second he saw them, and whenever they sat near each other they were always pressed against one another. They were always touching in some way.
Cuddling was his last straw—he could not stop blushing and trying to hide his face in the crook of Y/N’s face, which they noticed immediately.
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” Y/N gushed in a teasing tone, knowing this only made Sero more flustered.
“Shut up,” he mumbled, poking their side to make them ticklish. Y/N just laughed more and ran their fingers through his hair, tugging in the way they knew he liked. He sighed against them, melting further into their embrace and feeling sleep already creeping into him.
“Want to hear the rest of my list?” Sero asked. He moved a bit so he was on his side and facing Y/N, and they turned on their side to face him.
“Of course,” they replied. “I want to know what your steps are to completely woo me.”
Sero breathed out a short laugh.
“Well, obviously I won’t share all of it, because that ruins some things, but we are currently on point five.”
“Five?” Y/N asked. “I thought we were basically done.”
“Howdare you,” Sero gasped in mock offense. “We haven’t even said the L-word yet.”
“What, love?” Y/N asked incredulously. “I have to have said it by now.”
That shut Sero up. Said it by now? As in they were in love with him? As in his love was being reciprocated?
He realized he was in love with them when they had sleepily told him they had never been in love. Sero was sure he had actually been in love for months, but in that moment he had finally realized it. He realized that he did not want Y/N to experience any of the things they listed with anyone else but him, and that now he needed to tell them how he felt, otherwise he would never forgive himself. He realized he missed them whenever they were not together, that he wanted to go on cheesy dates with them, dance in the rain with them, stay up late just to spend time with them.
“You—what? What?” Sero practically squeaked in shock.
Y/N smiled at him. “I thought I’d said it already! I feel bad now. I love you.”
Sero turned to bury his face in the pillow they were sharing, Y/N laughing at him and running their fingers through his hair. “I love you,” they repeated, earning another strangled groan from him.
“I love you, too,” he replied. He turned to face them again. “I think I have for a while, but I only realized it when you told me you’d never been in love.”
It was Y/N’s turn to hide in the pillow. “God, I’m embarrassing.”
“When did you know?” Sero asked, unable to help himself. Y/N quickly turned back to face him.
“When I brought you matcha after your final,” Y/N said immediately, still playing with his hair idly as they talked. “You just… looked so happy to see me. No one’s ever looked at me like that before. And I realized that’s probably how I looked at you every day.”
Sero reached up to take Y/N’s hand in his and intertwine their fingers together.
“Who’s the sappy one now,” he said triumphantly, not letting go when Y/N tried to pull their fingers away and laughing at their embarrassed expression.
“The list is long, by the way,” Sero said. “Hope you’re up for it.”
“I am,” Y/N replied instantly. “Pinky promise.”
They both fell asleep after that, pinkies intertwined and symbolizing a promise they both knew the other would never break.
ೃ gaaah i missed writing for (1) explosive boy so here’s a little something i whipped up to make up for my inactivity here on tumblr! hope you enjoy! <3 (reblogs + cute tags help a lot and make me smile!)
ೃ dedicated to rai ♡ thank you for being chaotic w me (+ je-anne) since day 1
She takes one step.
Then another.
Her heels clicking on the floor as if she paints the floor gold with every step.
(Y/N) reminds me of the sun.
As if a halo floats above her pretty locks and whenever she catches me staring at her, I feel horns grow on my temples, as if I’m the devil damned by the angel herself.
When I kiss her, it feels like the earth is moving and I am moving with it.
She smiles like she knows what you are thinking (And she always does)
Ya know, I’m not one for this cheesy poetic shit.
I know I’m smart (that’s for sure) and I know how to woo girls with my looks. Not to mention, I have the coolest fucking quirk of em’ all. (Deku could never compare) None of that has ever been a problem.
But… do you ever just get that stupid feeling when you’re with that person? When you see that person?
When your eyes meet, all of time ceases to exist? The dying seconds frozen like the cascading red leaves kissed by autumn frost.
I have never believed in love at first sight.
After all, Love is for fools. Shit’s cliche. Overrated. Tiring.
Until now.
The more days I spend with her wrapped in my arms, providing her with that sense of comfort; the feeling of home… I become even more vulnerable.
I’m not supposed to be weak.
I’m not supposed to let my walls down.
But she makes me feel as if it’s okay to bring my guard down. She makes me feel safe. I don’t have to be the explosive brat that everyone loves and hates.
I don’t have to be Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight who’s loud, powerful and always speaks his mind.
She makes me feel as if I’m just Katsuki Bakugo.
I can just be myself around her.
There was no fanfare or fireworks show. Just a quiet knowing somewhere deep within my heart.
What I feel for her is love…
And she completes me.
“What'chu thinking about?” (Y/N) purses her lips, approaching me with a spring in her step, her hands resting on her hips. The simple beauty she radiates glowing so effervescently. “Better not be thinking about yelling at Kaminari again is it?”
Summary: You’ve got your own handful of problems- being a counselor doesn’t mean you can’t also have anxiety or feel overwhelmed by it all.
A/N: it’s finally here!! thank god!! and thank you everyone who was so patient waiting for the new part. i honestly had a lot of fun making this new chapter- i wanted it to be a bit longer as a Thank You for the long wait. I hope you all enjoy it, and look forward to the next chapter!
Technically-not-but-still-technically House Arrest is finally over, much to your relief.
You, Bakugo, and Midoriya were finally freed from Aizawa’s punishment and proceeded with your regular schedules. And while Bakugo and Midoriya have a lot of catching up to do, the same goes for you.
Which you weren’t expecting at all, but you’re pleasantly surprised by a few students standing at your office on your first day back greeting you and asking for a scheduled meeting.
Slowly but surely, word of you and your practice has been moving around the school, which is exactly what you were hoping for. Especially since it got out that you were able to have a successful session with Bakugo, of all people, the students seem to suddenly have a newfound interest in trying therapy that wasn’t there before. It’s the progress you’ve been waiting for to report to Nezu, letting him know that students even outside of the hero course were asking about therapy.
Due to your agreement, you couldn’t give them a session. Your time was pointed strictly at the hero classes for the time being, but it wouldn’t always be that way. You had the interested students fill out a simple questionnaire once the idea popped in your head, which helped you immensely for your reports to Nezu.
They were simple questions, not asking anything too personal, of course. Things like, ‘why does therapy interest you?’, ‘what problems would you like to talk about?’, and ‘what are some of the things that stress you daily?’
The answers you received confirmed that you were right from the beginning- U.A needed a proper counseling team hired, and it would be best if it was sooner rather than later.
And on top of all that good news (though kids needing therapy admittedly wasn’t the best news, but at least it was being assessed instead of being ignored), Nezu agreed with you! After hearing and reading your reports on the students, he agreed to start working with you to begin making after-school programs and looking for professionals to hire. It would take a few weeks, if not more, but the beginning of your dream for U.A was finally taking big steps, and it was overwhelmingly exciting.
You haven’t been able to fill anybody in on your news quite yet, but your change in attitude was noticeable by the staff and the students. It’s especially noticeable to the staff when you come in one morning, cups of coffee and tea hot and ready that you had bought for them when they came into the Teacher’s Lounge before class.
Yamada enters with Kayama, whistling low as he quickly walks over and inspects the cups. “Ho-hey!” He exclaims. “What’s all this?”
“Good morning, Yamada,” you smile at him and nudge a cup his way, which he takes with a gleeful hum. “I was just feeling good this morning and I’m really thankful to how much everyone has helped me settle in, so I figured I could buy everyone a drink.” Kayama walks up as well, grabbing one of the teas, surprising you with her choice.
She notices, a deep frown on her lips. “You tempt me, honey, but I have to watch my figure!” She gestures to her body, which is on full display at all hours. Not that you’re a prude, but it makes you wonder how the pubescent boys and girls feel while in her presence. You’re not envious of them. “But I appreciate you very much, thank you.”
“It’s no problem, I’ll make sure to try and get something better for you next time,”
“Oh, don’t worry! A little tea won’t hurt me.” Kayama quickly waves off your concerns and she sits on one of the chairs available in the admittedly small room. “So? Why’re you so happy?” She raises an eyebrow, and before she can ask-
“Nothing that you’re assuming, I’m sure,” you tell her quickly. “Truthfully, it’s because my work is going well. My tenure here might actually be useful- Nezu and I are talking specifics on hiring other counselors, now.”
Yamada cheers, as loud as ever, “really?! Good job!” He wraps an arm around you and shakes you- if the coffee hadn’t woken you up before, you were surely awake now with his energy! “Does that mean you’ll be staying?” Kayama perks up from her seat.
“Oh, does it? It would be so nice to keep you around longer!”
“I’m not sure about that,” you laugh uneasily, “what the students really need is someone that can be fully devoted to them and their needs, you know? I can’t give that to them while I’m still working as a counselor on the side, and I’m really not sure if I can give up that job.”
“Aw,” Yamada frowns, keeping his arm secure around your shoulder as he looks down at you. The man was freakishly tall, honestly. “Shouta will be so bummed. Do you know how long your tenure lasts?”
“I sort of hoped you were giving up on that,” you deflate. “But, no, I’m not very sure. But it’s probably not for much longer. A month more, maybe two at most. Then I’ll be leaving.”
“Leaving?”
You and Yamada turn your head towards the door, and you get a face full of his hair, making you sputter and sneeze as he laughs at you and apologizes (but it doesn’t sound like he’s sorry). You shove him away so you can actually look at Yagi, dressed in his usual baggy, bright yellow suit.
“Morning, Yagi,” you greet him tiredly. If you said before that you were energized by Yamada’s behavior, you take it back now. He’s actually exhausting. “Yes, eventually. I’m not officially hired, you know.”
“I must have forgotten,” Yagi mumbles under his breath, looking equally tired but thankful as you nudge a cup of tea his way and he takes a long sip. You remember him telling you that coffee was one of the things on his long, long list that his stomach couldn’t handle. “I’m getting too old, probably.”
“How old are you, anyway?” Kayama asks from her seat and Yagi smiles.
“That’s a good question,” he says, and then looks to you. “You’re leaving in a month or so, though? That’s unfortunate, Shouta will miss you.”
“That’s what I said!”
“Nice job avoiding the question, pro-hero,”
“I swear the two of you never quit it!”
The three of you talk over one another at the same time, and after a moment’s silence, burst into laughter together. Despite everything, these people had quickly become your friends, and chatting with them like this every morning was a part of what made the extra stress and work all worth it. “I’ll miss allof you when I have to leave, I mean it,” you tell them once the laughter subsides, and Kayama coos.
“We’ll miss you, too. I’m sure the students will as well, you’ve grown on them.”
“That’s true… I don’t feel good about the whole making-a-relationship-and-bowing-out thing. It takes a long time for a child to feel comfortable talking to you about their issues, and I finally have that! And now that I’d have to leave…” You sigh heavily as you rest against one of the tables, crossing your arms at your chest.
“Give it some more thought, then,” Kayama suggests. “Everyone would be happy to keep you around, including Nezu. Think about all your options before you make any decisions.”
It’s good advice, but the truth is, you’ve already done that.
The time you’ve spent at U.A has been amazing, yes, but you’ve never been more overworked in your life. The stress of keeping up your two professional jobs has you tossing and turning at night, and the burden of feeling like you’re going to let everyone down isn’t good for your mental state, either. For your own health, you can’t keep working the way you are now.
You’re going to have to choose. And it hurts you more than anything.
Despite all of that, you smile at Kayama. “You’re right,” you say, and you try not to sound as tired as you feel, “I’ll think about it.”
—-
The first thing you have to do with your new duties from Nezu is put together after-school affairs. He doesn’t give you a lot to go off of- he just wants you to put together some sort of event or club that the students can go to after hours that will be good for them. Nezu is nice, but he gives you too much freedom. It’s hard to create ideas all on your own and be the judge on if they’re worth the school’s time and money or not.
You’ve thought of several things. The thing you’re trying to do is create an original idea that isn’t purely formed around therapy , per se, but a way for students to vent their problems in a healthy and calm environment. Your best idea has been a little something you called ‘food for thought’, a baking club students can go to where they can learn to bake and cook a variety of simple dishes, and while they bake, everyone gets a turn talking about something that’s bothered them or that they’re working through, no judgment. It can be a bit therapeutic to cook in general for some people, and if you gave students the chance to vent during that time, you think it might be something healthy and fun. And then they could all eat snacks afterward.
…But you doubt yourself again and think about scrapping the idea. There’s too many variables- some students might not like the idea of group therapy like that, and some students might abuse the club by coming only for treats and ruin it for everyone else. Plus, not everyone likes to cook.
You groan and deflate in your seat, laying face-down on your desk. This is too hard…!
Out of nowhere, your phone vibrates. It makes you reluctantly pull your head up, grasping for the device and wincing at the bright screen when it turns on.
It’s one of your clients asking for an appointment.
You take a deep, tired breath in, and let it out slowly. Slowly you sit up in your chair and open one of your desk drawers, fumbling around for your planner and slapping it down on the desk as you open the text and start to ask for details.
Your schedule is crammed, a lot more than it used to be. You end up feeling guilty not being able to see your patient soon enough and give up some of your free time in order to see them. Not that they know that- they thank you and tell you they’ll see you soon, and the conversation is ended.
Somehow, you’re even more tired than before.
Eyes wander over to your plush, comfortable couch. It’s a tempting idea, but… the scattered papers full of drafts of ideas for an after school activity are staring at you, so you shake your head at the idea and try to focus on the papers instead. You can’t afford to nap right now, even though it sounds so, so nice right now.
Your eyes droop, but you can’t sleep. Absolutely not. Your shoulders sag.
You fall asleep slouched over your desk before you can even realize it.
—-
Waking up is surprising, because you didn’t remember falling asleep. It’s always odd when that happens- opening your eyes and forgetting you even closed them, so it has you sitting there like, wait, what ? For a few moments.
You’re not even at your desk like you remember being. Instead, you’re laying on your couch- something you very much remember wanting to do, but you hadn’t. You’re alone in your office too, which is even more odd. You don’t think you sleepwalk.
As you slowly sit up and stretch your tired limbs, you look at the clock on your wall and see that it reads 3:20- school is just about to end.
Drat. You were hoping to get more done before now…
You suppose that’s fine- you can always work more at home and email Nezu if you come up with a great idea by the end of the night, but you sort of doubt that will happen. You go back to your desk to start gathering your things, but from the corner of your eye, a bit of yellow catches your attention.
There’s a sticky note on your ‘food for thought’ paper. Your eyebrows spring up in curiosity as you lean forward to read it.
It’s not much. It just says ‘good idea’ and then there’s, strangely enough, a doodle of a cat giving a thumbs up. It’s not the best drawing you’ve ever seen, but it’s cute.
Kind of strange though. A cat? Who even wrote this, anyway? Who was in your office when you were asleep?
You doubt it was a student. You’re not really bothered, but… the sticky note says it was a good idea. You were doubtful about it, but the second opinion makes you rethink your decision.
Maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea? According to the mysterious cat-doodler.
Hm. You pocket the sticky note, and then put the paper with details of your idea in your bag as you continue to pack up. Maybe if you run into one of the teachers on your way out, you can ask them what they think. You should have thought about that earlier, to be honest.
Quickly you pack up and lock your office. You’re going to miss the train home if you don’t hurry, after all, and you want to get out of the building before the bell rings and the students crowd the halls.
Fortunately, though, you spot Cementoss- Ishiyama- at the front doors, and you wave to catch his attention.
“Ishiyama! You’re heading out, too?”
The cement-like man looks toward you, and he walks through the doors, holding it open for you. “Mm. I need to make it to an appointment,” he says simply.
“I see. You wouldn’t mind if I ran an idea by you really quick? It’s for the kids.”
He shakes his head. “Not at all, I just needed to get out before the children did.” You grin and tell him you were doing the same- and then you tell him about your after-school baking idea.
By the time you finish telling him the small details, you’ve walked to the school’s parking lot and Ishiyama looks interested in what you have to say. “I don’t think that’s a bad idea at all. It’s creative, and I think the students would like having something to do besides sitting in a circle and talking.”
“Right!” You animatedly burst for a second- and then bashfully smile at your outburst. “That’s what I was trying to do. I’m glad to hear that it might be worth it. For hires, we could maybe hire a cook, and then the therapist who’d be willing to lead the conversation. That’s where my worry comes in- we’d be paying two people at most, along with spending money on ingredients…”
“Ah, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” Ishiyama says, and he slowly comes to a stop in front of what is probably his car. It’s a big, heavy looking vehicle- which kind of makes sense. The guy probably weighs a lot and needs something he won’t crush into the ground. “We have plenty of ingredients and food left over from lunch time, and Lunchrush would be willing to chip in. It could be something that’s held once a week, maybe.”
“Ah, you’re right. I guess I just didn’t want to assume anything on his part, since he already does so much.”
Ishiyama laughs. “You’re very considerate, but don’t let that get in the way of exploring your ideas. And don’t let Nezu scare you- he’ll let you know if it works or not. If it doesn’t, that’s fine. You’re not wasting his time.”
The words are, quite frankly, reassuring. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear that, and your body naturally relaxes a bit. “Yeah,” you smile at him, “you’re right. Thanks a lot, Ishiyama. I’ll let you go now- good luck with your appointment!” You wave at the cement-man as he enters his car, but right before he closes the door, you suddenly remember something as you light up. “Oh! I had one more question?”
He looks up at you as he keeps his door open.
“Do you know anyone that likes cats?”
The question is an odd one, and his cemented eyebrows raise in surprise, but you don’t really have a proper explanation. Ishiyama thinks about it, and then he says, “the only person I know who actively likes cats is Aizawa.”
It’s your turn to be surprised. Really? You had no idea.
“Huh,” you say aloud. “Well- anyway, thanks a lot for your input! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
You wave off Ishiyama as he drives off, and once he’s gone, you pull out the sticky note still in your pocket. Aizawa likes cats, huh…? He might have been the person who looked over your paper, then, and he probably moved you over to the couch when you fell asleep at your desk.
The thought makes your chest warm. That was certainly nice of him, if that’s the case. But- ah!
The school bell rings, and you jolt into action. If you’re not quick, you’re going to miss your train home!
—-
Your phone had died on the train ride home.
It was tragic, honestly, because that meant you didn’t have anything to distract yourself with as you swayed in the crowded cart during your long ride home. No music, no texts, no articles… you busted yourself by reading the ads on the ceiling of the train, but there was only so much to read, honestly.
By the time you got home, you quickly plugged in your phone and started to make yourself some dinner. It wasn’t until after your dinner, which was just some quick and easy curry and rice from a package, that you were able to look at your phone again.
There’s several text messages waiting for you.
Some of them are from Yamada, and then there’s a few from a client of yours. But there’s an odd contact among them that you never saw in your messages.
Who knew Shouta actually texted people? He seems like the call-only type.
You click on his messages first. There’s three of them, all sent at different times during the day.
Shouta (7:43am): Thank you for the drinks. Glad to hear your work is going well.
You wonder who told him, but you figure it was probably Yamada.
Shouta (1:30pm): If you keep sleeping during work hours, you’re going to want to get a sleeping bag.
So it was him who was in your office! You should have known he’d be a cocky bastard about it, too.
Shouta (4:10pm): Bakugo only yelled five times today?
The last one was kind of funny. Without thinking, you reply back to him.
You (6:45pm): Thanks for the sleeping bag idea, but I’ll pass for now. It was sweet of you to move me to the couch, but next time you’ll need to wake me up instead!
You (6:45pm): Did you see Bakugo go anywhere after class?
Surprisingly, you don’t have to wait at all for his reply.
Shouta (6:45pm): You looked like you needed it.
Shouta (6:46pm): He didn’t go to his dorm, but he stayed on campus. Why?
Hmm. You wiggle on your bed, plugging your phone out of its charger so you can relax in a comfortable position as your fingers tap on the screen.
You (6:47pm): I guess if anyone’s a good judge of someone’s need for sleep, it’s Mr.Baggy Eyes, huh? Go figure
You (6:47pm): also, that’s confidential. But I think he deserves a lollipop at this point. Bakugo cares a lot more than he likes to show, but the fact he’s actually thinking about our session and considering some new methods says a lot about his character. Thanks for telling me.
Shouta doesn’t say anything after that, at least not right away, so you move on and look at your other messages. Yamada’s are a bunch of absurd internet pictures, so nothing too important, and your other client who texted you is asking for a reschedule.
It takes a bit of back and forth with your client until you eventually decide on a new date where both of you have time- thankfully, it didn’t require you taking time out of your weekend more than you already have. By the time you’re done, you have one new message from Shouta.
Shouta (6:56pm): You’re right about that. Bakugo is difficult, but with some help, he’ll be able to do a lot for society. Hopefully you’ll be around enough to see him change. His trust doesn’t come easy.
The words make a heavy feeling in your stomach drop. Without meaning to, Shouta has stabbed you in the gut with guilt, and you’re feeling even more about your decision to leave U.A.
How could you leave, really? The students need you- but so do your clients.
Stress builds up in your shoulders again, and staring down at Shouta’s message, your head swarms with bad thoughts.
Anxiety and discomfort rolls over you in waves.
And you don’t really have anyone to confide in. Part of you feels like talking to Shouta- but you’re not really that close to each other yet. You doubt he wants to hear your complaints about work.
Shouldn’t you be grateful for your opportunity?
You blink as you barely make a reply, and then you toss your phone to the side once you turn it off. Your eyes look at the ceiling of your room, and despite the exhaustion deep in your bones, you’re suddenly wide awake.
You feel like you won’t be going to sleep tonight, as much as you would like to.
You (7:08pm): You’re right. I’ll try my best.
——
Coming into work the next morning is dreadful. The only thing keeping you awake and mildly aware of your surroundings is the caffeine that’s running through you- you’ve drank so much coffee and energy drinks that you wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a part of your bloodstream at this point. You look like a mess, but there’s work to be done.
It’s Friday, which is usually nice, because Saturday is your only day off. But you sacrificed your Saturday for a session tomorrow, so there’s no promise of a break for you for at least another week.
Overnight, due to your lack of sleep, you thought of three other ideas for after-school activities the students might like, and you sent all of them over to Nezu once the sun began to rise and you decided it was an appropriate hour to message him. He hasn’t gotten back to you yet, but that’s unsurprising.
With nothing else to do, you got on the train early enough that it’s not even that crowded. You still can’t find a seat, but that’s fine. You’re afraid if you sit down and relax for more than a moment, you might fall apart.
Hence why you’re heading to work several hours early. Hopefully you’ll be able to pull yourself together before work starts.
You stumble a bit each time the cart shakes when it comes to a stop, but eventually you get off and walk to U.A. It’s practically empty, which is also unsurprising, but the doors are open for you, so that’s good. You were a bit worried it might all be locked down.
As you head to your office, it’s eerily quiet in the building. Beside the sound of your shoes tapping on the floor, there’s nothing. It’s a bit unsettling.
Maybe that’s just because you haven’t slept at all recently and your anxiety is through the roof at the moment. Who knows? Regardless, you make it to your office with no issues. But when you open the- unlocked- door, you jump.
And then you slam the door shut with a surprised scream.
“Oh my god!” You yell at the door, and you can hear the people scrambling from inside your office. “What’re you doing?! On my couch?!”
Kayama speaks up, her voice just a lilt higher than it usually is. “Would you believe me if I said it was nothing??”
“No! No I wouldn’t!” You yell back, and you rub your eyes with the heel of your palms. “I will never be able to wash my eyes from what I just saw, Jesus-“
“We’re sorry!! You’re really early!”
“Do you always do this shit on my couch?! I have students sit on that thing- oh my GOD, I was laying on it yesterday!”
“No- we swear-“
And then suddenly, as if from nowhere, Shouta is coming from around the corner with his face twisted up in confusion. “What’s going on?” He asks as he walks up to you, and you gesture angrily toward your closed door.
“Yamada and Kayama were fucking on my couch!”
“No we weren’t!!” Yamada’s screechy, way too loud voice denies.
“Yeah, tell me that again as if you’re not scrambling to put clothes on right now.” You huff, and Shouta’s eyebrows have successfully disappeared beyond his hairline. “Did you have any idea about this?” You look toward him, a hateful look in your eye- but he quickly shakes his head.
“I just got here. I was actually- well.” He looks toward your office. “I was going to nap.”
“ Lord - does everyone use my office as they so please? Do the keys I own mean nothing?”
Yamada wails, “we’re sorry- “
“Shut! Shut it!” You snap.
This is the worst. You have had no sleep, no food. You’re overworked and stressed enough as is- this was just the last straw.
“Clean up my office. Get rid of all your ridiculous germs- the door, my desk, the couch- anywhere the two of you touched needs to be squeaky clean or else.”
You’ve never been the type to really get mad, especially at your friends. Especially at friends who you haven’t even been friends with for less than a year. You try to keep your cool. This was just… bad timing.
“Yes, right. We promise,” Kayama says from beyond the door.
“And you-“ you point at Shouta, who is more than a bit surprised at your tone, and his face shows it. “You haven’t had sex in my office, have you?”
“Never.”
“Good.” You let out a frustrated breath. “Then you’re invited to get breakfast with me so I can cool down while those two put themselves together.”
He doesn’t really need much more convincing. He’s already walking by your side as you turn around, walking much faster than you normally do as you head for the front doors.
Shouta walks a bit faster and opens the door for you, too, which you barely mumble a thanks for.
It’s quiet as you walk down the sidewalk in the early morning, but eventually Shouta speaks up, keeping up with your pace easily. “Do you know where you’re going?”
You stop in your tracks.
“No.” You bite your lip as you frown, and you truthfully can’t even look at him. Instead, you keep your eyes on the ground, at the pebbles on the ground. “Do you know anywhere to go?”
“…Yeah. Follow me,” his voice is surprisingly soft as he reaches forward and nudges your arm his direction, and you both turn around as he takes the lead. You don’t walk for long, crossing a few streets and making a few turns, until you’re at the same place that Shouta brought you to last time.
The familiarity as you enter the restaurant makes you relax just a little bit.
“So,” Shouta starts once the two of you sit at a booth. A waiter handed you both a menu, but you haven’t opened it yet. “You’re not usually so tense.”
Shouta doesn’t make meaningless observations, you know that much about him. He’s inviting you to talk about why you’re acting strangely, and you’re tired enough that you take the bait.
You vent. You vent and vent and vent about everything you’ve been feeling lately- stressed from two jobs, guilty for having to leave, not wanting to leave, tired, upset you have to give up your free time, upset you can’t talk to anybody about your feelings, anxious that you’re not good enough- all of it.
You’re a therapist, so you know how important it is to communicate your feelings, but you haven’t been doing it for yourself. You should know better, but it’s hard. You tell all of that to him too, even though he didn’t ask for any of it.
He gave you an opportunity to speak, so you did. All of it.
And by the time you’re done, your food (which you don’t even remember ordering, so Shouta must have done it when you were busy ranting) is sitting hot in front of you and ready to be eaten. You feel like a hot pile of blubber by the time you’re done, releasing a big sigh full of all the ghosts that have haunted you the past few days. And then you stab your fork into your food, and it feels oddly gratifying.
“…Sorry.”
Shouta just barely moves his head as he closes his eyes- a fairly weak version of shaking his head as a way to deny your apology. “I’d be on my last wire if I saw Nemuri and Hizashi fucking, too.”
Despite yourself, you snort.
“I know you haven’t worked at U.A for long, but if you wanted to ask for a day off, I think Nezu would be willing.” You barely open your mouth before he’s already shutting down your argument, “you want to help the students, and I understand that. But how much are you going to help them in this state? You can’t do anything if you’re doubting yourself and you’re sleep deprived on top of it all.”
Brutally honest, but they’re words you needed to hear. You sink into your seat and nibble on your food instead of arguing with him, which Shouta snorts amusedly at as he eats his food too.
Once again, he pays for the meal, but you don’t really try to argue about that, either. You appreciate how considerate he’s being right now.
“You’re right, and you know it too, so I don’t really have to say it. But you’re right.” Shouta smiles as you play with your fork, food now finished. “I haven’t had a day off in so long, I guess I forgot they existed. I don’t even know what I’d do, besides sleeping a lot.”
“Sleeping is always nice,” He comments and you roll your eyes, because of course he’d say that.
“What do you do on your days off?” Shouta gives you a look and you click your tongue. “Right.” Sleeping.
“Could always go out of town. Have a day trip.”
“I suppose, but I’m not really sure where I’d go,” you hum thoughtfully. “I’m not really sure what I even like to do… I know I like spending time with you. But I guess you have even less time than I do to really go anywhere, huh?”
You’re too out of it to really think about what you just admitted, and you’re looking out the window so you don’t see how Shouta’s face shifts at your little confession. “If you’re fine with me being on patrol, we could go somewhere. That’s probably the best I can do.”
And you’re also not aware of how foreign it feels for him to offer his time up like that for another person. You really have no idea- you just smile at him and light up. “Yeah, that’d be fine! Just having a day out, walking around and all that sounds nice. Aw man, it’s kind of exciting now,” you laugh, your eyes squeezing shut as your nose scrunches up.
Shouta discreetly looks away.
“I’m not very exciting, but whatever you say.”
“Well, that’s true,” ow, “you’re relaxing. And I think I need to relax more than I need excitement, really.” Oh.
He just hums in response.
“Well, anyway. Thanks a lot for letting me say all that. It was really nice of you,” you move the subject along, rummaging through your things until you find your phone and click it on. “It’s still awhile until class starts, but we should head back and check on the two love birds.”
“Hopefully they’re decent by now.” Shouta rolls his eyes, scooting out of the booth with you, and with the food already paid for, you both walk out of the diner together.
“I really can’t believe those two to begin with. Did you have any idea they were together?” You look up at him as you walk.
“Honestly? No. And that’s on purpose. I don’t want to know.”
You laugh. “That’s fair.”
Shouta hums again in response, and the two of you chat some more as you head back to U.A together. It’s nice that you can feel a bit lighter than before, now.
But it’s notfair. It’s not fair that now you’re feeling better, a bit more energized than before, you completely miss the way that Shouta looks at you. The way he’s beenlooking at you ever since you were exploding with anger at his two best friends.
A/N: Got outta writer’s block with this bad boy. Enjoy!
Word count: 2138
“Katsuki, this isn’t you! Look at what you’re doing!”
But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Red rage burned in his eyes as he raised his sparking hands, both trained on you.
Gritting your teeth, you settled back into your own defensive stance. Feet planted on the hard cement, you raised your arms across your chest and braced for impact, eyes glancing back and forth to ensure no more civilians were left on the street.
The sun shone brightly in the sky, soaking into your skin and creating a halo around Bakugou’s blond head, despite which he still looked like a devil. A leer hung on his face as he circled you, a lion waiting to pounce on his prey.
Pro Heroes were supposed to be arriving any second; after all, this was just supposed to be a simple academy training mission. You and Bakugou were supposed to survey a local villain terrorizing the streets and observe how a Pro Hero would go about capturing him.
They should’ve remembered who Bakugou was and realized that he wasn’t the type of person to hold himself back from a fight, however, though distantly you assumed they believed you would be able to hold him back.
They were dreadfully wrong.
“Katsuki, I don’t wanna hurt you,” you pleaded, softening your stance a bit.
“Cute that you think I’m the one who’s gonna end up hurt,” he sneered, curling his hands into fists. Sweat dripped down his forehead and arms, further fueling the weapons attached to his arms.
Panic struck you as you realized he had no control over himself and that no doubt he would use those weapons on you, full force.
There was only one way to stop him before that happened.
You would have to attack him first, hard.
“Just remember, babe,” you shook your head solemnly, “I don’t mean any of this, and I would never hurt you unless I absolutely had to.”
Bakugou cocked a brow and curled his lip, hands sparking now more than ever.
“Oh, and I also don’t forgive you for eating my muffin this morning.”
A grunt escaped him as he flew through the glass window of the restaurant behind him, crashing and collapsing against a table and chairs. You dropped your leg back to the ground, worry taking over your face as you strained to see his form in the dark restaurant.
“Katsuki?”
“YN!” All Might’s voice dragged your attention away, leading you to watch as he landed on the street a few yards away. “Are you all right?”
Glancing back into the darkness of the restaurant one last time, you pursed your lips and turned, making your way toward the Pro Hero. “I’m fine, but Katsuki got-”
The wind gets knocked out of you just as you try to take another step, a blast of pure heat slamming into you and knocking you to the ground.
Head smacking against the concrete, you bite down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood.
“Shit,” you wheeze out as you roll onto your back, blue sky blurring above you. The epicenter of pain is on the left side of your skull and your head pounds with every heartbeat. Whooshes of blood flood your ears and a voice calls your name before everything turns to black.
“YN. YN. YN!”
A hand pats your cheek gently, urging you to stur. When you continue to refuse, two fingers peel open your eyelid, flooding it with pure light and increasing the headache that had only been steadily pulsing before.
“Ughhh,” you moan, unable to form words as the same person lifts open your second eye.
A muffled “pupils are dilating” sounds far off in the distance before you feel your body being lifted up off the hard ground and onto something softer.
Words like “hospital,” “concussion,” and “serious” filter in and out as you try to open your eyes, even the millimeter you actually obtain being a strain.
Where is he? You try to form the words but your mouth feels stuffed with cotton and someone shushes you. Even in the blinding brightness, though, you can see him.
He’s struggling in All Might’s grip, unsuccessfully trying to rip both arms away and barking at every EMT who walks past–who then begins to walk even faster–as his gaze continually glances from them on to you then back.
Bakugou stops mid-shout and grows still when he finally sees your smallest of movements–the twitch of your fingers, the blink of your eyes, and the mouthing of his name.
Every ounce of fight in his body drains in that instant, and he slumps back against All Might, shoulders and brows drooping as he holds eye contact with you.
Even in your daze, you wonder why he doesn’t come with, why they won’t let him come with, but that question falls from your mind the instant the ambulance doors are shut and they begin to drive away.
Two days later, you were released from the hospital. You had a minor concussion and first-degree burns on your left arm, but otherwise you made it out unscathed.
And during that time Bakugou didn’t contact you once. Not even a lame “Hey, u good?” text. Though technology was forbidden for the first couple days after your concussion, you still snuck out your phone from time to time to call him, text him, anything. He never responded.
You told him that you were okay, that it was okay. You knew everything that had happened wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t in control of himself. Someone had forced him to hurt you and he’d had no part in it. If he had, he would’ve stopped it, you were sure.
Nothing.
All you would get was a little check mark marking each and every one of your messages as “seen.”
Now that you were coming back to school today, you could finally give him a piece of your mind after that silent treatment.
First thing you did when you arrived was look for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. People flooded you as you entered, asking if you were okay and how many fingers they were holding up.
You noticed they were asking all but one question: What happened?
Although you didn’t necessarily want to answer it anyway, this still piqued your curiosity and just as you prepared your own inquiry Aizawa entered and they scurried to their seats.
Still no Bakugou in sight.
The most acknowledgement the weary teacher gave you after your absence was a nod and an unceremonious grunt before diving right into the lesson.
Though your doctors would blame it on your concussion, you found yourself unable to pay attention. It wasn’t even anger towards Bakugou at this point, but genuine panic that he hadn’t shown up yet. You never even thought to wonder what happened after you were knocked out until now.
Maybe he got hurt too, or was it possible he could still be hypnotized? No, no way. You saw him recognize you post-knockout. So where was he?
The minute class ended you were out the door and running to the dorms. If Bakugou wasn’t there then obviously this situation was more serious than you thought.
You hit Floor Four and bounded past Kirishima to the absent blond’s room, pounding on the door with all your might.
“Katsuki? Are you in there?”
His red-headed friend watched as you knocked, flinching each time the door shook hard enough to rattle the entire level. “YN.”
“Katsuki I swear to God if you keep ignoring me-”
“YN.” He tried again, growing anxious.
“I’m gonna kick your ass so bad you won’t even-”
“YN.”
“What, Kirishima, what?”
It took a few seconds to register that he hadn’t said your name the third time. Snapping your head to the other side, you faltered at the sight of the blond.
Hair ratty and tangled, eyes puffy and sunken, cheeks pale and bloodless. If anyone were to guess, they would think Bakugou was the one who took the beating.
“YN.” He repeated your name like he was pondering over it.
You heard a door click and turned to see Kirishima gone, disappearing into his room. Glancing around the hallway, you realized it wasn’t exactly the perfect place to have such a serious conversation and gestured for Bakugou to open his door.
The second it was closed, you turned back to him and threw him a dirty look. “Why didn’t you respond?”
He stayed quiet for a second, looking you up and down, up and down. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gulping, and you took the time to notice how bloodshot his eyes were. Then, finally, he spoke. “Are you okay?”
Anger swelled at his dismissal of your question, but before you erupted you noticed something. Though Bakugou’s hands twitched at his sides, every time you moved closer toward him he would inch away.
Taking a deep breath, you moved another step closer, startled when he took one back.
“Why are you…” you trailed off, struck by his apprehension.
“Are you okay?” he asked–no, he insisted. When you responded “yes” he nodded slowly and clenched his jaw, turning away. “That’s good.” Instead of facing you he began to fiddle with his desk chair, rotating it from side to side.
You step closer, reaching out your hand to touch him and sighing when you see his shoulders tense. It hurt to see him like this, avoiding your every touch like it would give him the plague. “Why?” you whispered sadly.
“I read all your texts, you know.” He turned around and leaned back on his desk, propping himself up on his hands. When his eyes met yours, you saw the crimson was filled with pain. “You said it wasn’t my fault that you got hurt, that it was someone else. Someone else burned you, knocked you out. Someone else hurt you. ” He swallowed roughly. “But that’s a lie.”
“Katsuki, no it’s not-”
“It is, YN!” he snapped, pushing off his hands and pacing “I’m the one who hurt you! I used everything I had against you, to purposefully hurt you.” When he stopped in front of you, his cheeks were puffed and red, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
He was angry now, pissed off but you knew it wasn’t at you. It was at himself for something he couldn’t control.
You hated it when he was like this.
Quickly, before he could flinch away you grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in, close. He wriggled in your grasp, even preparing to wrench your hands off with both of his own on your wrists before you raised a brow. “You really wanna do that?”
Hesitantly he dropped his arms to his sides and gave in to your hold. The muscles in his face relaxed under your touch, and you started to brush your thumbs over his cheeks with a small smile. “Katsuki,” you leaned your face in closer, “the only thing that hurt me during all that time was you ignoring me. Did you know that?”
“YN, I was just trying to-” Before he could finish you yanked his forehead down to press against yours, effectively shutting him up.
“Did you know that?” you repeated, slower this time.
He rolled his eyes and pressed harder against your forehead. “No.”
“Look at what I’m trying to tell you, Katsuki. The only time you ever hurt me, the only time you ever caused me pain, was when you ignored me after I was injured.”
“I’m…” ever so slowly he let his hands trail up to your hips, settling there and squeezing for just a second. He closed his eyes and let out a soft breath. “I’m sorry.”
Your mouth twitched. “Sorry for what?”
“Come on, YN, don’t-”
“Sorry for what?” you laughed, tugging him back in after he tried to pull away.
Apologies, especially of the genuine kind, were rare for Katsuki. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d even heard those words fall from his lips.
But here they were, some of the hardest words to ever say, laid out for you and you only.
Bakugou’s gaze travelled up your face, pausing on your grinning lips before continuing on to a permanent stop on your eyes. His own lips perked for a second.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you after you were hurt.”
Carefully, like you were a china doll, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. His body was harsh but warm against yours as he leaned his cheek against your hair.
It was sweet. The sweetest you’d ever gotten out of him, but…
The Konoha Simps bring you another collab! And this time we’re opening it up to all of Tumblr! We’d love any writers and artists to come and join us with all the fun! We’re excited to have the chance to see how many people will come and take part.
Our theme for this collab is a college AU! The start of term is going to be right around the corner when this is due so we wanted to help everyone calm those back to school nerves with a little fun. ❤
Due Date: August 8th
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Most importantly, HAVE FUN. We can’t wait to see what every one comes up with!
A/N: I hope you all enjoy part ¾ of my pieces for the fifth day of the anniversary collab for the @konoblog-simps. You can find all the lovely pieces for the day here! Today’s theme is holidays, and our third holidays is Mother’s Day with the manly Kirishima. The last part of my pieces for today will be out in a couple of hours to prepare yourself. You can find all the days of the collab here!
Today is day 5 of @konoblog-simps server collab. This is my first Holiday submission and I collaborated with the great, talented, and amazing@titanialev for an art piece you can find here.
WC: 1.2K
Warnings: Sex, oral, swearing
A/N: This takes years after the current manga, Bakugo and y/n are dating and currently live together
A/N: This is based off a dream I had, and I wrote it for you!
Warnings: Fluff
WC:1K
Holidays were not your most favorite thing. You didn’t despise them, but the idea of needing someone to enjoy the holidays wasn’t your idea of a good time. So when you were invited to an impromptu Christmas party given by your best friend, that may or may not have invited Pro Heroes, you weren’t too keen on this idea.
He wasn’t sure how it happened. He didn’t know why he ever got that way. It wasn’t like him. It wasn’t fair to you. Your decision was honestly the best, and he’d live with it. The nights were sleepless, and full of alcohol, at least at first. He tried to act as if nothing was wrong, and that it didn’t matter. So when he found himself in the place he met you, he told himself you’d never be there. You weren’t even though his eyes searched for you. They always did, it was instinctive. He downed another drink, and asked for another. The song that played struck him.
“Seij-senpai, it’s him” you whispered, shaking the boy from one side to the other without being able to contain your excitement when you saw that Shoto Todoroki got off the bus that was bringing the UA students.
Since you were eight years old you knew that Shoto Todoroki is your soulmate. His name popped up on your wrist while you were in school and all the girls in your class started screaming because you were the first person in the whole room to have his soulmate mark.
For years you didn’t have a face for Shoto until Inasa described him what he was like after you pressed him a thousand times, but you finally had a fixed face when he watched the UA sports festival on television. You didn’t leave the screen for a minute because you don’t want to miss anything about it. You screamed many words of encouragement at the television even though you knew it couldn’t hear you. From there your excitement to meet your soulmate increased more and you spent it thinking thousands of scenarios where they were for the first time.
“Idiot, you have to concentrate on the exam” Shishikura scolded, releasing annoyance from your grip.
“But senpai, what if this is the only time I see him? What if I don’t have another chance? “ you said whimpering.
You knew that Shoto Todoroki knew of your existence because he must have your name on his wrist, just like you have his, but unlike he had never seen you, and you had that stupid fear, according to Seiji, of taking too many years to meet Shoto and that he decided to ignore their soulmate bond and fall in love with someone else.
"I told you to focus on your exam” he replied pulling your hair causing you to moan “Once you pass you can talk to him or whatever”
Of course, you ignored Seiji and instead of going with Inasa, as they had planned before, you decided to go after Todoroki. Apparently, you did well because your soulmate seemed to need help.
“Didn’t I tell you, Todoroki? Even if you are from UA, acting only says that you trust yourself too much ”said who seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Hey!” They all said when they saw how one of the nuts that the leader had thrown was going in the direction of the group. Some fell out of the tank where they were when they tried to avoid the nut.
You took advantage of the group’s distraction and hid behind the ice that Todoroki just created.
“Okay soulmate, I have come to help you,” you said with a smile causing Shoto’s stoic face to change into a surprised expression. You laughed when you saw how cute he looked.
“Y / n Y / ln?” He said and you nodded.
“He deceived us, he is not alone!” said one of the group.
“It doesn’t matter, go on with the plan” ordered the leader and began to throw more nuts and bolts.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this” you said when you saw how Todoroki’s defense was broken. You raised your hands and sent some of the metals in the opposite direction.
Shoto wastes no time and attacks with his fire those you set free. But before he could reach them, two of the group members began to dump dirt and water. Again Todoroki had to create another ice defense although it did not do much because it was instantly broken.
“Sorry, I can’t handle that much,” you said frustrated.
“Be careful” said your soul mate and he took you by the arm drawing you to him, you blushed when you saw how close they were, to avoid that one of the tanks hurt you. “I will create a distraction. Don’t follow me, focus on passing ”
Shoto felt guilty watching your face drop. He thought maybe he didn’t express himself well. He didn’t mind you helping him but he didn’t want you to end up disapproving of him because of him. Once they finished the exam he would speak well to you.
You saw how Shoto fired fire at him again. Instantly the others contracted with land and water. Shoto didn’t stop until a large amount of smoke formed. It was hard for you to see but you still struggled to find at least one of the members of the group. Thanks to the color uniform you were able to distinguish one so you took your chance. From your belt, you took some handcuffs and with your quirk, you managed to put them on the feet and hands of your enemy. Apparently, the others did not realize because they were after Todoroki. Without wasting any more time you ran towards your prisoner and placed the balls in him. You sighed, relieved to hear that they had just said that there was another one approved. It wasn’t long before they said the same thing again. You turned around to see that Todoroki had taken care of the rest of the group.
“We should go,” you said without knowing what else to say.
“If you are right”
Then the two of them began to walk in silence. Todoroki noticed how several times you were about to speak to him but then you closed your mouth again. You were unsure, so he decided to start the conversation.
“Thanks for your help”
Your eyes lit up again and Todoroki liked seeing you more so he said and insecure.
“I couldn’t let them widow me before my time” you joked without thinking, but then you realized what you said and panicked “Sorry, it’s not that I don’t trust your combat skills in fact you already showed at the festival that you are excellent and today again I am impressive, you are amazing. Oh my god, I should stop talking "you blushed.
"You are amazing too,” he said without any shame.
“Todoroki, you’re going to kill me,” you said hiding your face in your hands.
“Why do you say that?” he asked worriedly and pulled your hands away so he could see your face in search of a blow “Does something hurt? Do you need a doctor? Do you need a ride?”
You didn’t even have time to respond when he was already carrying you and running with you in his arms.
“Shoto, I’m fine! It’s just a saying, I wasn’t serious!” you screamed in disbelief that this was all happening the first time they met.
“Oh sorry” he stopped and carefully lowered you.
“Sorry for worrying you” you ran a nervous hand through your hair.
“Okay” he agreed and they walked calmly again “You should give me your number when we finish the exam”
You bit your lip to contain your cry of excitement. Shoto Todoroki would be your death, how could he speak so naturally and without nerves. You were also excited to know that he liked you enough to want to keep in touch with you.
“Sure” you smiled at him.
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a/n: gahh i need to write more, i’m gonna try and scramble and ending for my wattpad story, but ehhh writing just feels so weirdkdskdsn, i love it, but i’m just in a funk rn, hoping it gets better-anyway don’t think i’ve ever seen a college au overhaul fic-if one exists pls dont be shy and hand me that link…
summary: when you unintentionally run into your cousin at the same college, he introduces you to his dormmate in hopes to find him another friend, though things develop a little deeper than just friends
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
gender neutral reader
college au ; quirkless au ; 18+, MINORS DNI
warnings: swearing, fluff, smut (a blowjob and grinding), suggestive themes
word count: 2.3k
nsfw under the cut!!
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** i believe this is an edited cap, if anyone knows the original artist please let me know, as this image do not belong to me! **
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It’s honestly a surprise to both of you. Hari smiles warmly as he hugs you, completely astounded to have bumped into his cousin attending the same college as him.
The two of you catch up, and you’re honestly shocked you don’t at least share one class together considering you’re just about the same age, Hari of course had to be just one year older than you to spite you.
When he brings you back to his dorm room to meet his best friend and so called partner in crime, you’re dumbfounded.
“It’s so…”
“Clean? That would be Kai’s touch.” Hari smiles, nodding over to the chestnut haired male working away tirelessly at his desk on some sort of paper. The entire space is clean.
It smells freshly of teakwood and sage, the oddly sterile room seems to feel almost medical.
“If you insist on bringing romantic partners over, I’d hope you’d do so whilst I’m not here.” The comment quickly has you bursting out laughing, shaking your head and punching your cousin.
“Noooo! Hari please-”
“They’re my cousin! Gross! If you’d let me introduce them before you start making your accusations!” Hari wants to slap Kai on the back of his head but he knows better than to interrupt him while he’s writing, let alone to touch him in general.
Kai places his pencil down before turning in his chair to meet you. And for a few moments you feel the world stand still. This guy is next to gorgeous, his amber eyes seem to piece straight through you, making you feel invisible under his gaze.
And Kai can’t help but think the same thing. You’re…peculiar.
“Cousins?” Kai repeats, glancing at the both of you.
“We’re not going to look identical!” Hari shuffles over to his bed and takes a seat, shaking his head as he tugs his bookbag off and pulls out his own laptop, ready to see what assignments he needs to complete and turn in before the night is over with.
“Whatever, just, don’t put your hands all over everything.” Kai takes one more full glance at you, starting at your feet and heading upward, almost as if he’s trying to memorize what you look like before turning back around to complete his own assignment.
“Right…It’s nice to meet you, Kai.” You smile sweetly though he can’t see it. And whilst you can’t see his face, the corners of his own lips point upward in a small grin.
You meet up with Hari and Kai on occasions, eventually getting Hari’s new number and Kai’s. Though your relationship with Kai seems curt and strictly ‘in case of emergency when Hari won’t pick up his damn phone’ it begins to blossom into something, much more.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you use your phone so much.” Hari teases the brunette as Kai types away on his phone while sitting in bed.
“If you’d tell your cousin to go to bed at a reasonable time I wouldn’t be having such a crisis.” Kai bites back, shooting a sharp glance toward Hari. The LED strip lights hung around the top of the room only seem to give Kai a headache these days, but once you made the comment about how they had them hung up, he hadn’t been able to stop turning them on.
“So you’re texting (Y/n)? What about? Don’t you guys have calculus together or something?” Hari sits up in his own bed, now much more invested in whatever conversation his best friend is having with his cousin.
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business. And it’s chemistry.”
“So you two have chemistry~” Hari teases furthermore, placing a red tint on Kai’s cheeks.
“Go to bed.”
“Aye aye captain.”
Kai’s sleep schedule doesn’t get wrecked because of you, but he finds himself staying up just beyond his normal time, enough to see you text him goodnight along with a string of other messages before you fall asleep yourself.
But perhaps when Kai begins to really fall is when he’s gingerly knocking on the door to your own dorm around seven at night.
“Hey…Kai?” You stare at him, a little embarrassed only dressed in your sleepwear.
“Your cousin decided to have a date over.” You can tell he’s embarrassed himself, just even mentioning the activities your cousin might be getting up to.
The tops of his cheeks are red, along with the tips of his ears. It’s quite cute.
“It’s probably not up to your standards, but come on in. I try to keep it picked up as best as I can.” You let Kai in. Luckily, your dormmate had dropped out two weeks before midterms, and they’d never filled the empty space, so you used it for storage.
Your ‘side’ of the dorm was completely clean, save for maybe a sweater on the ground from earlier, but Kai was reluctant to find his best friend’s cousin wasn’t living in filth, like he may have, ahem, thought so.
It wasn’t anything personal, but he’d never really encountered someone who kept their room as clean as theirs, and while this wasn’t close to his standard, it sure beat every other room he’d been in. He could manage.
“I would’ve thought he’d gone over to this date’s place.” You take a seat on your bed, motioning for Kai to join you.
“I can’t just deny him his half of the room. I just expect him to keep it clean.” Kai’s lips poke upward in a smile, it’s his version of a joke. You can’t help but smile yourself.
“Have you ever had anyone over, Mr. Charmer?” You tease the guy sitting on your bed now.
“What? That’s none of your business.” Kai averts his gaze and looks around your room. You have your own set of LED strip lights, albeit hung up much more nicely than whatever the two tried to accomplish.
“Oh come on, you mean to tell me you haven’t had at least one date over?” You want to touch him, punch his shoulder jokingly, but you’ve seen how Hari acts, it’s like they barely even interact. You like Kai, you’d rather not overstep your boundaries without asking.
“What I do with my dates does not concern you.” Kai protests, glancing back over at you.
“So does that mean you have a girlfriend or something?” Your heart wrenches in your chest, thinking that maybe you won’t have a shot at all.
“Or something?”
“I don’t know, boyfriend? Throuple?” You bury your face in your hands, laughing quietly.
“No. I’m not in any kind of relationship.” Kai can feel the tension between you two growing. He wanted to close the gap between you two, slam his lips on yours and be done with the space.
“Are you?” Kai follows up, catching your attention.
“Uh, no. I learned quickly college boys were a nightmare.” You teased.
“Not all college boys,” You interjected quickly.
“Mhm.” Kai smiles again.
“Can I…”
“Where.” Kai doesn’t let you finish your sentence, he knows you’ve been wanting to, wanting to ask.
“Your hands.” You say softly.
“Can you, wash your hands first?”
Kai can hear the running water from your bathroom, and when you come back, you’re extra careful to not touch anything with your hands. You sit back down and wait for Kai.
“They’re cold just so you know.” You warn, watching as Kai places one hand under your cupped ones, breaking them open slowly.
“You’re not supposed to use cold water you imbecile.” Kai has half a nerve to flick you in the forehead, but he decides at least you cleaned them.
“You have nice hands.” Kai comments, examining them as he drags his fingers across your palm, bending your fingers just to play with them. You can’t help the heat that spreads on your face. His touch was so gentle, and graceful.
“Thanks, I don’t think anyone’s ever really said that.” You can’t hide your fluster now, wiggling your fingers slightly to catch his attention. It works. His gaze wanders up your arms and to your face, where he sees you staring at his own hands.
“H-have you ever had sex?” The question falls from your lips absentmindedly. You don’t mean to ask but it’s much to late to take it back now.
“I have. Have you?” Kai asks, tugging your hand, catching you off guard. Your face stops mere inches from his crotch, your eyes widening as he holds onto your arms to keep your face from connecting to the material of his jeans.
“Sure!” You lie. Okay so you still had you v-card, big deal, but he didn’t have to know that.
“You’re awfully jittery to have already had sex.”
“Having sex doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous!” You glare up at him, biting your bottom lip.
“Mhm.” Kai leans down, connecting his lips to yours.
“What’s kept you waiting?” Kai speaks between gentle kisses. His own nerves have boiled down, more like he’s forced them down, and he leads as he pursues you.
“N-nothing! Just never really had the chance, I suppose.” You can’t believe this is happening.
“Can I blow you?” You blurt out. Kai’s cheeks burn red, and you see a tent form in his jeans just out of your peripherals. You begin to get antsy. You’re excited, you’re not so much as nervous as you were shocked that this was happening.
“Hari’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.” Kai doesn’t waste any time undoing his pants, watching as you stare at his bare cock in awe.
“Go on, it won’t hurt you.” Kai teases, slapping the tip of his cock against your lips. You’ve seen porn before, but you’ve never sucked a dick before, let alone you really don’t have any experience with sucking things. Sure you jokingly deepthroated that banana during lunch but who didn’t?
No teeth was the number one rule-the golden rule.
You started slowly, kitten-licking the head of his cock, your heart skipping a beat as you heard his breaths stutter, one of his hands rest on the back of your neck, fingers crawling through your hair.
“Fuck.” Kai breathes, your lips finally opening around his tip which leaks pre, swallowing just the head. You guide your head down as far as your throat will let you, turned on by the sensation.
Kai’s hand seems to guide you along, helping you set a steady pace that feels good. You braced one hand on his thigh, using the other to work the base of his cock. Eventually, you were working at your own pace, seemingly hearing no complaints from Kai, who was instead moaning softly.
“F-fuck how is this your first time? Shit!” Kai twitched in your mouth, gripping your shoulder, pulling you off of his cock quickly, watching as it moved on its own.
“Not letting you make me cum that fast.” Kai groaned. Tilting your chin up to look at him, which was adequately covered in a mix of drool and pre. Kai wasn’t a big fan of the mess, but he had to admit it was rather hot to see.
“Come on where’s your sense of adventure?” You teased, leaning back down, licking a stripe on the underside of his cock. It should’ve been a warning, his words, but you didn’t listen. And now your face was coated in his cum.
You stared at the male, blinking as his warm spend stuck to your cheeks, across your lips and dangerously over your eyes.
“Fuck, sorry.” Kai quickly searched around for something to clean you up with.
“No wait-take a picture.” You asked, staring up at him with wide eyes. How could he fucking resist you like that? He pulled his phone from his pocket and carefully snapped a few pictures of your face, coated in him, in his load, god you looked perfect. He’d kiss you but he wanted to clean you up first. He did make the mess on your face…
After cleaning you up, Kai pulled you into a kiss, a passionate one. You sat in his lap, his hands roaming down your back until they landed on your ass.
Your movements against his lap were lead with a slow pace, grinding your hips against his, making out with the guy you’d slowly fallen in love with. Small moans caught in your throat when the friction hit just right until there was a knock on the door.
“(Y/n)? Open up! Is Kai in there? He’s not answering his damn phone.” Hari’s voice sounded and then the door open, leaving you no time to hop off of his lap.
Hari froze in his tracks as you practically leapt off of Kai’s lap onto the floor, hurting yourself a little more than you thought you would.
“Oh shit-sorry!” Hari whipped the door closed again, waiting outside, trying to scrub the image of Kai’s hands all over you out of his mind.
The walk back to their dorm was awkward, leaving you in front as Kai and Hari followed behind you. It was quiet, and unnerving.
It was an unusual atmosphere back in their dorm room as you sat on Kai’s bed, tired and wishing you’d stayed back at your dorm so you could sleep even though you had the day off tomorrow.
“So are you uh…” Hari starts.
Kai glances at you and can tell your sleepy. You nod your head and smile, snuggling into one of Kai’s pillows behind him.
“Just started.” Kai announced. Your relationship was official at least. You closed your eyes and fell asleep to them talking quietly. About an hour passed when they both realized you’d completely passed out.
“Just let them sleep, we’re off tomorrow.” Kai drapes a blanket over you and squeeze under his own covers, falling asleep shortly after Hari, taking his time to admire you.
The following day you open up about your feelings toward Kai and Hari jokingly approves of your relationship. It was definitely not something he’d seen coming, but he was nonetheless happy that Kai had found someone.
a/n: slow updates as usual, i cut the tip of my finger at work changing receipt paper so bear with me, that shit hurteded :( this is just a little self-indulgent piece, so i hope you guys like it!! this is also hella short, i apologize >-<
summary: a hangout with your close friends turns into a little fuss for your affections
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
gender neutral reader
warnings: swearing, fluff, multiple characters x reader
word count: 503
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*i’m unsure of this image’s ownership!! so credit to whoever owns this!!*
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You’re sitting in Sero’s lap, his arms locked over your shoulders as you lean on his chest, his head resting on top of yours. You giggle at a tiktok that Kaminari shows you, and everything just feels right.
Kirishima is painting Bakugou’s nails, despite the blond saying he could do it himself. After a sort of bad day, you’d asked if you could all hang out, and thankfully they all agreed, so here you were, in Sero’s room, just vibing.
When Kirishima was done, he looked over at you, now snuggling under Sero’s knitted sweater.
“What’re you doin’ under there!” Kirishima lightly nudged where your head would be, forcing you to pop up from the neck-hole, glancing at him.
“Searching for treasure.” You said with a grin.
“Under his shirt? You’re not gonna find much.” Kaminari teased.
“Oh shut up!” Sero called to the yellow-blond.
“It’s warm under here at least, unlike someone’s freezing cold ass.” You mutter, poking fun at Kaminari, who was unusually cold all the time.
“It’s not my fault!” Kaminari protests, crossing his arms over his chest, moping away from the group.
Bakugou is sadly forced to sit patiently while his nails dry, and it’s going to take a few minutes. He wants to snatch you away from Sero and hold you on his own.
You give Sero a light peck on his cheek before leaving his sweater and moving over to Kirishima.
“You guys are so mean to one another, there’s plenty of me to go around.” You huff, sitting in front of Kirishima.
“Paint my nails next!” You smile, holding your hands up.
“Anything for you, beautiful.” He murmurs, smiling as he reaches for the bottle.
Kaminari moves behind you and begins playing with your hair.
“That feels nice.” You hum.
“Are you feeling better?” He asks quietly, leaning his head on the back of your shoulder.
“Much, thanks for letting me bug you guys.” You speak to all of them as Kirishima leans in and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. You glance at Bakugou who looks left out.
“Hey, dumbass.” You mock him lovingly.
“Oi-”
You cut him off with a peck on his lips, leaving him speechless, his cheeks turning pink as the rest of his friends begin to chuckle at his expression.
“Too easy man.” Sero laughs.
“Shut up!” Bakugou yells, a smile on his lips, growing as he stares at you.
Kaminari nudges for you to turn and glance at him, and when you do he places a peck on your cheek.
“You don’t bug us, dummy.”
“Yeah! We’re always here for you!” Kirishima adds in.
“You guys are the best.” You smile. Enjoying the comfort that they give you. It seemed silly to be so in love with the four, but here you were, falling more and more in love with each of them.
That night consisted of pizza, video game raging, and cuddles for everyone, and needless to say, the bad day you’d had, had melted away almost instantly.
a/n: first post back from my break, i’m feeling so much better, and to be completely honest, i’ve really missed writing. i think a break was definitely what i needed, but it feels right to be back, to be tuning my thoughts into this creative process, it really frees my mind.
summary: at first, it’s just a coincidence that bakugou stumbles upon you at your job, but soon it becomes a selfish urge to get to know you, outside of classes.
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
It’s really almost ironic how Bakugou, or as you like to call him-in the privacy of your loneliness, Katsuki, walks in, completely unaware. And while Katsuki isn’t some sort of nickname, rather his first name, you still feel embarrassed calling him anything but Bakugou.
He walks in as you’re topping a caramel latte with some cinnamon-truly you’d recognize that head of blonde hair anywhere.
He’s dressed casually, as he would be, it’d make no sense for him to be in his hero costume, or in the school uniform since he was neither getting off from classes nor out on patrol for a work study. He was just out and about, you’d assumed.
You worked at a café for some spending cash, nothing too draining, and nothing you couldn’t handle on top of all your studies. You’d gotten the school’s permission to work off-campus as long as you proved with your grades, that you could handle it.
When his crimson eyes met with your (e/c) ones, you felt like time had stopped. No one from your class had ever asked what you did outside of classes, let alone had anyone found out that you had a job.
With what seemed like a selfish smirk, he sauntered up to the counter and began to analyze the menu.
“Hi, how are you today?” You ask politely, nerves washing over you as you stare at your classmate. Despite being within the same age range, and in the same class, attending the same school, managing in about the same skill level, you felt so small in his presence.
“Doin’ great, didn’t know you had a job.” Bakugou’s voice is quiet, matching with the calmness inside the small café. He glances down at you, his smirk fading away into a normal expression.
“You never asked if I did.” You retorted, leaning against the counter. It was your turn to glance at him.
He’s wearing jeans, and a baggy tan sweater. It was what you assumed was some sort of casual streetwear? Whatever it was it looked really comfortable. And for what seemed like the millionth time today, you’re distracted by another customer to not even notice anything else around you.
While staring at the embroidered logo on the chest of his sweater, you don’t even hear what he wants. It’s not until he flicks your forehead, your hands shooting up to cover where he’s just inflicted a small stinging pain, that you realize what’s happening.
“Sorry! Can you repeat that?” You ask, looking away, readying up at your register.
“A caramel macchiato, with cinnamon on top.” Bakugou glances down at your tip jar and then back up at you. He pays for his drink, but you don’t fail to notice the few bills he slips in, a small nod in your direction following as he goes to sit down, scrolling through his phone.
You begin to make his drink, preparing it like you were being watched by the owner of the business you worked for, preparing it with the upmost caution and preciseness, making sure you had perfect lines of caramel on the froth on top, and a pleasing amount of cinnamon on top of that.
“Katsuki!” You call, your voice breaking slowly toward the end of his name. It was the first time you’d said his name in front of him. At least his first name. When he reaches the counter, you can tell that his cheeks are visibly redder than usual. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel his fingers brush against yours as he takes his drink.
“Thanks.” Bakugou comments quietly. He steps away from the counter and then pauses, turning back to look at you.
“What time do you get off?” He questions, peeling the wrapper off of his straw, disposing it into the nearby trashcan.
“I’m here till we close today, why?” You ask but you get no answer. Bakugou hums and walks off, the bell dinging above the door as he exits.
You don’t expect to see him later that night at all, but when he walks in, just a few minutes before closing, your heart swells. It’s an odd feeling, despite the crush you already have on him.
“Welcome back.” You say softly. He’s the only customer in the store, thankfully things had slowed down as the night carried on. Surprisingly, people didn’t care much for coffee at nine at night.
“You got any of those fudge slices left?” Bakugou approaches the counter.
“I saved one just for you.” You tease, pulling it out from it’s glass display case.
“It’s on the house.” You nod, handing him the small napkin holding the fudge slice.
“Thanks.” Bakugou walks over to one of the tables and sits down, munching on the fudge.
“You almost ready to go?” Your manager steps out, having finished cleaning all the machines for the night.
“Just about.” You watch Bakugou from behind the counter, his crimson eyes peaking at you every so often.
Eventually though, you have to walk him out, locking the door behind him. It doesn’t take long for you to close up, and when you step outside, you’re met with the chilly night air.
Until you’re nudged by Bakugou as he walks by you.
“You gonna stand there?”
“Why’d you wait out here, it’s freezing!”
“Someone had to walk you home, you’d probably trip over your own feet on the way there and freeze to death.”
“I’ve worked nights before and made it home completely fine. I think you just wanted to walk me home.” You tease him, your face stinging in the wind. It’s a cold walk back to the campus, but you’ve mastered getting there as quickly as possible due to things like the nights getting colder, and rain.
“Shut up, dumbass.”
The following day, you’re off, much to Bakugou’s surprise when you both bump into each other in the common room.
He just nods at you as you pass. Later on, you decide to repay him, sliding the tip he’d left you back under his door. You felt bad for taking his money like that, he was your classmate. You made plenty of tips anyway.
But Bakugou wasn’t having any of it.
He made it a point to return that tip to you, even if he had to sneak in your room to do so.
Although you answered after his third knock.
“Hey, what’s up?” You questioned in your doorway.
“This is for you to keep, idiot.” Bakugou groaned, handing you back the folded bills. You shook your head.
“I don’t need it, besides you could use that to buy another drink or-”
“I’m not leaving until you take this.”
“Stubborn.” You mumbled, reaching for the folded up tip. You feel awful taking his cash, and in this moment it feels almost illegal. Like he’s just paying you for something you do so often you feel like you haven’t even done anything worth receiving this money for.
“Barista.” The job-title almost feels like an attack when he says it. You just shake your head and glance away.
“Hey!” You lean over and flick his forehead.
“No one else knows, shut up.” You’d finally taken your revenge. Bakugou’s eyes widen, as if he’s just been told the biggest secret in the world.
Later in the week, when you’re off, Bakugou catches you leaving early in the morning, apron in hand. Luckily it’s just him awake, and you hadn’t realized he’d even been awake.
He comes and visits you, as much as he can.
On your nights, he walks you home, and you begin to really enjoy his presence. You don’t realize how safe you feel walking alongside him until one night he comes in and tells you he won’t be able to walk you home.
He recommends calling Kirishima, but you ask him politely to keep your side job just between the two of you. Bakugou respects that and gives you his phone number in case something happens.
That walk home, a little past nine, is cold, dark, and eerie. You miss the stubbornness of Bakugou’s wit as he tells you not to walk so close to the road, gripping the sleeve of your coat and yanking you over to the side he was walking on.
You miss the way he’d warm your hands up with his, telling you to be still so he didn’t accidentally hurt you.
You missed him.
Thankfully, him not being there wasn’t a recurring thing, and he showed up on time for a fudge slice a few minutes before close, he fought with you to pay for it, but you always gave it to him on the house.
However you begin to realize these meetings in secret are much deeper than you thought.
It’s when you’re sitting on the couch in the common room and Kaminari asks about Bakugou always going out somewhere, and you always being gone when he leaves.
“Are you guys doing some training together or something?” Kaminari asks, just curious.
“It’s none of your business.” Bakugou retorts, eyeing you as he answers. You keep your mouth shut, not even thinking about telling the truth to your absence. The last thing you needed was more of your classmates showing up to your job-not that Bakugou was a hassle, but because you enjoyed sharing something with just the two of you.
“That makes it seem like you guys are doing something romantic.” Kaminari wiggles his brows.
“I’ve never seen Bakugou outside of class anyway? What makes you think we’re just together all the time?” You pop in, biting your lower lip anxiously.
“When you’re gone, Bakugou leaves. And he’s staying up later. Is it wrong for me to assume you’re not doing anything secretive together? C’mon even Kirishima thinks something is up!”
“Don’t loop me into your mess!” Kirishima butts in.
“We’re not doing anything.” You answer, and Kaminari just sighs. But you and Bakugou both know this is simply not the end.
It takes one night. Bakugou waited outside again, this time, with an umbrella since it was raining.
“Everything good?” Bakugou asks as you scurry under the umbrella, your arms touching as you reach and cling to him for heat.
“Yeah, just cold is all, I have no idea how you stand out here waiting.” You mumble, beginning your walk back.
“Here.” Bakugou grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, his palms heating up to warm your hand up.
That warmth spreads through your body as you walk back to the campus.
You’re so cold, and focused on getting warmer, you completely forget your habit of walking in a few minutes before or after Bakugou, and you go in together.
Kaminari is up waiting with Kirishima, Sero, and Mina. The four of them simply stare at you and you feel as if you’ve just been caught stealing the big shiny diamond from a museum.
“Well, well, well.” Kaminari starts.
“Just get back from a date?” Mina chimes in, teasing the two of you. You quickly leap away form each other, shaking your head.
“I got suckered into a scam at the mall and called Bakugou to help. We didn’t realize how late it was.” You quickly tried to come up with an excuse.
“You went to the mall but didn’t get anything?” Sero adds.
“They’re not entitled to buy anything, dumbass.”
“I don’t know. You’ve got something on your chin, looks like chocolate.”
“And you.” Kaminari stands, walking over to you. He glances down and smirks.
“You only ever wear those shoes whenever you leave. Those are work-grade, anti-slip.” Kaminari smiles.
“You have a job.”
“And you visit them at this said job, and walk them home when they work nights.” Kaminari had solved the mystery.
You glance at Bakugou and sigh.
“Please don’t tell anyone. It’s just to earn some spending cash-”
“It’s okay. Next time just tell us. It’s not like we’re gonna show up and bug you. Unlike someone.” Kaminari jokes.
“But are you guys together or something?” Kirishima asks. You shake your head, your face warming up as you glance over at Bakugou.
He doesn’t respond and begins to walk off.
“Goodnight to you too Bakugou.” Sero teases. You nod and walk off after him, stopping him before he heads inside his dorm.
“Thank you, for walking me home. Again.” You thank the blonde.
“Someone’s gotta’ make sure the barista who tops caramel macchiato’s with extra caramel doesn’t get hurt.” Bakugou smirks.
“Hey uh…” You stammer.
“Thank you, for keeping this whole thing a secret, I really appreciate it, and all that you’ve done for me, and the café.” You look down at the ground, but Bakugou’s fingers stop you, tilting your head back up to stare at him.
His lips are on yours before you know it. It’s warm, like his hands, and you don’t want it to stop. However, oxygen is a vital part to both of yours and Bakugou’s existence.
He’s silent when he pulls away.
“Tastes like fudge.” You laugh quietly.
“Shut up.” Bakugou’s cheeks are red as he closes the door slowly.
