feliz navidad

pairing:pro hero!todoroki shoto x reader

synopsis: after turning down every christmas party invitation out of habit (except for the obligatory one his agency put on every year) shoto realizes he is in fact alone on christmas. he managed to not throw out the invitation for his apartment building’s party, so he finds himself there for the evening, thinking he’ll just steal some complimentary cookies and call it a night. He finds himself spending the day much better than expected, despite being by himself this year.

content:mentions of christmas and all that it brings, lonely shoto, todoroki-family-issues, strangers to more, alcohol, sassy shoto, funny shoto bc he truly is, fluff, pro hero au, mention of sibling-like relationship between shoto and katsuki bc um yes, mainly me talking about shoto and christmas

word count:1.7k

a/n: merry christmas if you celebrate and happy holidays!! I hope you guys like this <3

In retrospect, his situation really was really his own fault.

Every single one of his friends had invited him to some sort of Christmas party. Well, any friends that were currently in the country. His closest three friends had all gone abroad and were spending Christmas there, flying their families in as surprises. It was incredibly sweet, but it did not keep Shoto from deadpanning to them that he had been “abandoned.” Thankfully, as the foundations of his humor, his friends all laughed at his lack of enthusiasm and saw through his bad pout and wished him happy holidays. Shoto had never been very good at sarcasm, even all these years later.

His other friends, bless them, had all invited him to holiday parties. “It’s fun to go to all of them,” Kirishima had explained when Shoto had asked how it was possible to RSVP to every single one of them, as he and Denki had been doing right in front of him during their get-together at the bar they all liked two weeks ago. “Last year Denki and I managed to go to all of them twice!”

As he listened to their stories he’d decided he would not be participating. It seemed way too overwhelming for him, even on a day where he’d had three cups of coffee. No one took any offense, which Shoto had been very concerned about. But everyone who invited him knew him enough to understand his reasoning, which led to him feeling excellent about turning down every invitation until he realized, as he was at his agency’s yearly Christmas Eve party, that he had no party to go to tomorrow.

Shoto thought about calling his siblings, but instantly shut that idea down. They all had their own families to be with, and he really didn’t feel like being the odd uncle on Christmas. Plus he was pretty sure they’d caught on to the fact that he’dbeen the one to give everyone the cold at Thanksgiving, and he really did not want to be harassed about that.

For now, he decided, scanning the agency with careful eyes. He’d hunt for leftovers to take home with him.

Which meant he’d have to be the last one standing. He eyed his coworkers, sizing them up as threats. Some of them were already tipsy. He took a class of whatever was being served for himself and chugged it quickly, knowing he’d need a little alcohol in his system in order to survive however long this social event chose to be.

An hour and a half later, after he’d helped clean up and offered to take the leftovers with him, he successfully made his way home, not able to keep the small smile off his face. The leftovers were some finger sandwiches he’d grown very fond of, a bottle of sparkling cider, and half of a cheesecake. No Christmas cookies, but that was excusable. He’d look for some tomorrow. Plus, his leftover hunt was more of an odd tradition Shoto had started at every party he went to. Sometimes he failed, but more often than not he was successful. People were always more than willing to get rid of leftover food that would just sit in their fridge for a week, untouched.

The doorman of his apartment building helped him open the doors for him, which he thanked him for gratefully.

Skillfully balancing his treasures on one arm as he pressed the elevator button for his floor, Shoto saw the flyer for the Holiday party to be held in the lobby tomorrow evening. The art of the cookies is what caught his eye the most, and as he scanned the flyer he saw the bolded words: “Cookies will be provided.”

“Cookies?” he heard someone quietly say beside him. He jumped, almost dropping his things in shock before quickly regaining his composure.

“Sorry!” they cried, reaching forward as though to catch the things in his arms, dropping their arms to their side in relief when nothing fell. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright,” he replied. “I’m quite excited for the promise of cookies, too.”

Y/N—that was their name, Shoto wasn’t the type of hoodlum to forget the name of his own neighbor—smiled at him, almost nervously.

He resisted the urge to frown at himself. Most people thought he was too scary to approach, which was something he’d grown accustomed to over the years. Didn’t mean he liked it very much, though.

Thankfully, Y/N didn’t seem to be one of those people.

“Sorry, do you need help carrying that?” they asked, already moving to take the top two containers away from his pile, leaving him with the remaining two.

“Oh, thank you,” Shoto said, stepping into the newly arrived elevator with them and hitting the button for their floor.

“So, do you think you’ll be going to take advantage of the free cookies?” Y/N asked as the elevator made its journey upwards. And for once, Shoto wasn’t dreading the painstakingly slow speed the elevator went at. Y/N really was quite pleasant to be around, he quickly came to remember.

“Probably,” Shoto replied. “Will you?”

Y/N shrugged. “Most likely.”

If you go, I definitely will, was what Shoto wanted to say. But it sounded like something he’d tell his friends when he was younger when they both wanted to go do something but needed motivation to do so.

The elevator arrived at their floor, and Y/N patiently waited for Shoto to unlock his apartment and set down the things he was carrying on his table before handing what they were carrying over. Too late, he realized in horror his rude mistake.

“Oh I’m sorry, come in,” he hurriedly said, praying it wasn’t too late and that Y/N didn’t think he was the worst person in the world and that any chance of them sharing Christmas cookies was ruined all because he’d forgotten his manners. Fuyumi and Katsuki would be ashamed of him, being the siblings they were.

“Oh, no, that’s okay!” Y/N rushed. “I’ll see you tomorrow in the lobby!”

And with that they were gone, disappearing into their own apartment after giving Shoto another smile he had quickly grown to like.

Shoto went to sleep and arose the next morning feeling very excited for Christmas, a feeling he’d missed. He had his cup of hot chocolate in the morning while he watched the news and flipped through the channels before finding a cheesy holiday movie, and then settled in to open packages.

Some he’d ordered for himself, some had been shipped by family and friends. From Izuku he got a new pair of gloves (a running joke they had), from Ochaco a lovely keychain of a mini chibi version of himself, from Tenya a gorgeous planner for next year. Katsuki had gotten him a knife sharpener (Shoto laughed at that. He did have dull kitchen knives). Denki got him a delightfully horrible Christmas sweater, Kiri a new set of weights decorated to fit his quirk.

By the time he’d opened everything and put them in their respective places, it was only 10AM. He still had the whole day ahead of him. And Christmas cookies.

Since he’d worked on Christmas last year, this was the year he had the day off. So he spent the day in his apartment, called his siblings to wish them a Merry Christmas, watched cheesy holiday movies, and made himself his favorite foods.

When 6PM rolled around Shoto was already ready and heading towards the elevator, smiling to himself when he realized Y/N was already there, waiting for it.

They smiled and waved at him, grin growing when they noticed his new Christmas sweater. They were sporting one of their own.

“Apparently the apartment complex owners do this every year,” Y/N said as they entered the elevator, which was surprisingly full of other neighbors. They all nodded in greeting, offering smiles. Shoto loved Christmas, since it put people in good moods like these.

“Oh yes,” an upstairs neighbor said. A nice old lady Shoto usually helped with her groceries. “They do it so we won’t complain about small things they change, like the elevator music or the plants in the lobby. Keeps us happy.” He and Y/N shared a small smile as their neighbors chatted amongst themselves before they all arrived in the lobby.

The lobby was decked out, Christmas tree and all. There were even small gifts waiting for each of them (a hand towel, but a rather nice one, Shoto realized upon further inspection). He and Y/N mingled among the residents. Shoto was glad they stuck together. He was still a little drained from all the socializing he’d done yesterday—having a partner in it all helped his energy levels significantly.

It was like an unsaid agreement between the two of them, to be joined at the hip for the whole night. He found himself having a lot of fun, eating cookies and talking with the neighbors. A lot of them would shyly converse with him, a few little kids asked for autographs. It was hard not to feel the infectious spread of joy that was created with the Christmas lights all around him, with Feliz Navidad playing in the background, with Y/N, his newfound friend, smiling with him the whole evening.

As far as he was concerned, this was a great way to spend Christmas.

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yours to keep

pairing:pro hero!midoriya izuku x f!reader

synopsis:izuku goes abroad on a hero mission and it breaks his heart to leave y/n, but he comes to realizations about the two of them while he’s away.

content: pro hero au, fluff, relationship discussions, i throw in some marriage talk

word count:1.5k

a/n:this song makes me feel warm and fuzzy but sad at the same time and after listening to it on repeat for awhile it reminded me of izuku :,)

It was three in the morning. He was on another plane going on another mission abroad, and all Izuku could think about was the way Y/N had cried at the airport the first time he’d left for an overseas mission a year ago.

“I’m so excited for you!” she had screamed when she heard the news, immediately jumping into his arms and rambling about all of the food he’d get to try and the amazing people he’d meet. And his nerves had vanished right then and there, and they both spent the night making a list of things he’d take with him, neither of them pausing to think what six months away meant for their relationship.

They’d been dating for two years, having officially gotten together after graduating high school. Y/N was currently in college studying to be a teacher, and was doing her training at UA. She was almost positive she’d go back to UA to teach, and was thrilled at the prospect of being a mentor to so many young aspiring heroes while doing some hero work at the same time. She was happy, and seeing her happy made Izuku happy.

Since he was in the limelight a lot, the relationship was hard on Y/N, no matter how hard she tried to insist it wasn’t. Izuku was an expert at avoiding the media, but it was still irritating when Y/N was referred to as nothing more than his girlfriend, when she was a part time hero and student, something he thought was far more impressive than what he was doing. The first chance he got he bought them a house near UA and Y/N’s university with a great security system to scare away any paparazzi who would be smart enough to find out where they lived (something no one had done so far).

His trip was something they’d both known would happen eventually, but they’d never explicitly discussed it. Izuku was scared to bring it up, terrified Y/N would mistake his feelings of unease for wanting to end their relationship, which was the last thing he wanted. Whenever he brought it up she’d wave it away, assuring him everything was going to be fine, and that he must remember to bring back a souvenirer, both for her and for the apartment. And, in a team effort with his mom, she’d made him a new scarf to take with him, because it was cold in New York, especially in the wintertime. They didn’t talk about the risks of the mission—they’d stopped discussing dangers on the job after a few months of dating, because it was so normal in both of their jobs they both overlooked it more often than not.

Y/N drove him to the airport, ignoring his advice for her to stay home and rest before her class the next day. Izuku was recognized by the staff, and paired with Y/N’s determined stare, it was enough for her to be allowed to wait with him at his gate until his flight left.

She sat with him for almost an hour, holding his hand the entire time and talking about her classes and the kids she was mentoring, knowing any other topic would make them both remember why they were here.

He was the last one to board the flight. He couldn’t bring himself to get up, to let go of Y/N’s hand. They’d never been apart longer than three weeks for over six years now, and letting go of her hand was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment.

“C’mon,” she’d said, standing up and pulling him along with him. Izuku clutched his boarding pass much harder than necessary, something Y/N had to have noticed. But her gaze was straight ahead, focused on the flight attendant waiting to check his pass and allow him onto the plane.

She turned to hug him, squeezing him tightly and pressing kisses along the side of his face. “I love you so much, have a safe flight, and call me as soon as you land.”

And then she was letting go of him and pushing him forward gently, and Izuku handed over his boarding pass and turned to look back at her.

She was standing right where he’d left her, wrapped up in his favorite All Might scarf. Her cheeks were glistening with tears, and with a startled realization that his vision was blurring, he realized he was crying, too. She waved at him until he couldn’t see her anymore, and it took all of Izuku’s willpower not to jump out of the plane and rush back into her arms. He felt like his heart was breaking, knowing she was crying because of him, knowing her heart would ache just as his was aching now because of him.

He called her the second he landed, and didn’t hang up until she fell asleep and he did too, in a bed 6,000 miles away from the only person he wanted to be with.

“My students keep asking about you!” Y/N chirped, smiling widely at him. She was in the kitchen, eating a late lunch. It was almost midnight for Izuku, but he hadn’t felt this awake all week.

Between both of their busy schedules, they only managed to video call once a week, the rest of their communication being text messages and the occasional quick phone call. But when they did video call, they stayed on the line until one of them fell asleep. Izuku was determined not to nod off for at least another hour. Seeing Y/N, even through a screen, was his biggest motivation to keep moving forward on his mission.

It was going well, all things considering. Winter was hell in New York, but Izuku dutifully took his new scarf everywhere he went and bundled up whenever he went outside. It had already been three months, and he had heard whispers around the agency where he was working that the mission might wrap up within the next month if things continued to go smoothly.

He hadn’t told Y/N, not wanting to get her hopes up in case he did have to stay the full six months.

“Really? Do you tell them I’m kicking ass over here in the states? And that I’ll bring them souvenirs if they’re nice to you?” He asked her now, fighting back a yawn. It was only 1AM, how weak was he? Sure he’d chased down a lead today—literally—but that was no excuse.

“Oh, they’re always nice to me,” Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she took a bite of her lunch. “So they’re all expecting gifts.”

He smiled. Y/N told him more about how life was going back home. She visited his mom weekly, cooking with her and oftentimes calling Izuku with her while she was there. As she was telling him about her last visit, he remembered what his mom had told him before he’d left.

“Y/N doesn’t say it,” she told him, eyes already welling with tears as she spoke. “But I know she worries for you as much as I do. She loves you with her whole heart and more, Izuku. I know you love her just as much.That kind of love is too special to let go. Do you understand?”

He did.

They’d both talked about it—marriage. Y/N had told him she’d agree to marry him in a heartbeat, but she understood that they also didn’t need to formally get married and she was perfectly content with how they were now.

He remembered reading columns about them that the newspapers would sometimes put out whenever he got interviewed on big talk shows and he talked about Y/N. The reporters would go crazy with it for a couple of weeks: speculating when a ring would be spotted on Y/N’s finger, when Dynamight would come home after years abroad to attend the wedding, when All Might would emerge from his peaceful retirement to officiate.

Izuku had been sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with Y/N when they’d moved in together, and the first thing she insisted they both do was plant a flower in the backyard. He’d been in love with her for over two years now, but finally moving in with her, seeing her plant the first flower in their new home together—that had solidified everything for him.

“Y/N,” he said now, quietly, as he found himself being overcome with sleep.

She looked up from her lunch, smile softening. “Yeah?”

“Love you so much,” he said. “Be lost without you.”

“I love you too, Izuku,” she replied.

He fell asleep before he could tell her he was going to marry her the second he got back, that he’d buy her a bouquet of flowers to match the ones in their garden in the backyard.

But he had a feeling she already knew. And it made him love her even more.

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chicken bake

pairing:togata mirio x reader

synopsis: y/n is the designated grocery shopper in the y/n-tamaki-nejire apartment, and they do not mind one bit if it means seeing the cute costco worker every time they go and getting their favorite food every time.

content:costco worker mirio, swimmer mirio, college au, roomies nejire and tamaki, clueless y/n, y/n can drive yes they can!!, smiley mirio, me and my left up to interpretation endings

word count: 2.5k

a/n:this is entirely self indulgent and came to me in a grocery store parking lot as i was eating my costco chicken bake bc i get one almost every time i go to costco and im scared the cute worker will start to recognize me so here this is lsjfklasjdlkfjsdlkfj. is this a crack fic??? have i finally written one? who knows. this is so niche ong asdklfjsadlfss also this is my 100th post!!!!!

It’s been three months since Y/N accepted their role as the Costco card holder, and they had gone to said store a total of eight times. Eight.

Y/N blamed their roommates. Nejire has so much hair that she loves to take care of, and she sends Y/N on shampoo runs routinely. Tamaki likes the snacks they have, and Y/N finds it very hard to say no to him when he willingly does their share of the chores whenever Y/N goes on Costco runs.

And Nejire always makes breakfast for them, so Y/N feels obligated to do much of the shopping for the three of them. They don’t really mind—going on errands by themselves feels oddly therapeutic. They always go an hour before closing time, since that’s when their shift at the student center on campus ends.

Today’s trip is on a Friday, and Y/N feels almost embarrassed to push by people to get to the food court.

They’d ordered their usual chicken bake, plus ice creams for the kids (Nejire and Tamaki). They carefully glanced at each of the workers, fearing for the familiar friendly face that always seemed to be there whenever Y/N had a Costco run.

They didn’t know his name, because each time he wore a different one. They’d noticed all of the food court workers did that—interchanged name tags, sometimes right in front of customers. Y/N thought it was funny.

“Number 242! Number 242!”

Damn.

Y/N plastered a smile onto their face (completely genuine, despite their previous thoughts). Today the blond guy’s name was “Oliver.” He smiled as he handed Y/N their chicken bake and pushed forward the ice creams. “Have a nice day!”

“Thanks, you too!” Y/N hurried away back to their cart and began to speed walk toward the exit. It was ridiculous, really. A crush on someone they rarely saw. But every interaction left them with their heart fluttering. And they hadn’t had a crush in a while. It was nice to feel like that again.

“Back already!” Nejire cheered when Y/N knocked on the apartment door, taking her ice cream out of Y/N’s hands and giving them a very wet kiss on the cheek, which both Y/N and Tamaki cringe at. Nejire just laughs, going back to her spot on the couch, where she has set up her study station and has multiple papers strewn all over the coffee table in front of her. She carefully set down her ice cream before heading out the door to help unload the groceries. Tamaki thanked Y/N for his ice cream and followed Nejire out the door.

They lived on the first floor of the building, so grocery shopping is never followed by the dread of hauling everything upstairs. Nejire’s green car is also the perfect size for Costco runs, and Y/N loves driving it—another reason they are not so mad about being the designated errand-person.

After everything is sorted away, Y/N sat down with Tamaki at the small kitchen table to eat their chicken bake as he carefully ate his ice cream. Nejire remained on the couch at her study station, occasionally sighing loudly.

“He was there again,” Y/N said through a mouthful of their chicken bake. Nejire had gotten up to stretch and sauntered over to the table to join them, halfway through her ice cream. She brightens at Y/N’s statement, and Tamaki pauses in his ice cream eating for a second.

“Ooh was he as cute as ever?” Nejire teased. Y/N almost choked on their chicken bake, Tamaki reaching over to pat them on the back, although more in a sympathetic way.

“I regret telling you that I thought he was cute,” Y/N groaned.

“We can ask Mirio to poke around and find out who he is!” Nejire chirped, eating another spoonful of ice cream. “Pretty sure he works at a different Costco, but he could still find out somehow!”

Y/N shook their head. “It’s just a crush.”

And that was that until their next Costco run, a few weeks later.

This time he was named “Haru.” And he struck up a conversation, since Y/N was the only one at the food court.

They’d gone early that day, since it was a Saturday and they wanted to beat the rush of other shoppers. They’d been the first on in the store, and apparently everyone else was still shopping, because they were also the first food court order.

“Busy day?” He asked, leaning on the counter in front of him, leaning his chin into his hand. Ridiculously pretty smile on his face. God Y/N was whipped.

“Not much after this,” Y/N replied, fiddling with their receipt. He hummed in acknowledgement, straightening when their coworker started placing the finished food on the appropriate racks.

“Here you go!” He handed them their chicken bake. “No ice cream today?”

“No, not today,” Y/N said, setting their chicken bake carefully onto their cart. They felt like they shouldn’t walk away just yet.

“Well, see you,” he said after a pause. Y/N waved goodbye before walking away, hearing the other food court worker shout something at the guy, who quickly shushed her. Y/N glanced curiously back to see him looking at them, and then quickly duck below the counter. The other worker gave Y/N a little wave, which Y/N slowly returned before rushing out of the store.

They thought about it the entire ride home, naturally. They unloaded the groceries with Tamaki, who was the only one at the apartment since Nejire was working. Since he was so quiet they unloaded in silence, although he did look as though he wanted to ask if something was wrong. He settled for offering to make them a smoothie to eat with their chicken bake, and Y/N brightened considerably.

“Yo, Mirio!”

“Hey Nejire!”

He hopped into her car with ease, buckling up as she sped out of the Costco parking lots. She’d offered him a ride back to his dorm, since she had told him she was studying at a nearby Starbucks after she’d gotten off her own shift at her job.

“How’s work?” Nejire asked as she drove, reaching over to take a sip of her drink while steering with the other hand expertly. Mirio had long stopped worrying about Nejire’s driving habits. She’d gotten a perfect score on her driver’s exams, and had successfully avoided three car crashes. Plus her car was ridiculously cute and well kept, and Mirio knew she’d never dare the risk of wrecking it.

“It’s good,” Mirio replied, shifting in his seat.

“That’s good! Roomie Y/N went grocery shopping there today,” Nejire said. “They always see this cute dude working there, but they’re too shy to say anything, bless their adorable little heart.”

Y/N. Nejire and Tamai often speak of them, and despite having mutual friends, he’s never met them. He knows they’d like them, by what he’s heard. Every time he hangs out with Nejire and Tamaki, Y/N is always busy working or has extra curriculars. Which he understands all too well.

“And how’s swimming going, Mirio? Got yourself a date yet? I’ve heard people thirst over swimmers all the time, how are you not dating anyone? Is it your hair? I can cut it for you!”

They fell into an easy conversation after that. Nejire was always easy to talk to, and Mirio felt terrible that he didn’t hang out with her and Tamaki as much as he used to. It was bad enough that he couldn’t room with them, since he had to live with the other athletes on campus. But swim and work took up all of the free time he had. The rest was filled with homework and classes.

“Bye Mirio! Hand out with us soon, you still have to meet Y/N!” Mirio thanked her for the ride and climbed out of the car, noticing a stray receipt that fell to the ground as he shut the door. He picked it up and turned around to give it back to Nejire only to see she was already driving down the street and rounding the corner.

On his walk over he glanced at the receipt, curious.

It was a Costco receipt, which Mirio figured Y/N must’ve left in Nejire’s car by accident after their trip to the store. As he made his way into his own dorm room, he was about to drop the receipt onto his dresser when he noticed the address.

It was his Costco.

He almost screamed in shock but refrained from doing so, afraid he’d scare the new freshman who lived on the same floor as him.

There was no way. Right? Yeah. No way. Right?

He collapsed onto his bed, trying to remember everything he knew about Y/N from Nejire and Tamaki. They worked at the student center, were a great roommate, and had an odd oddication to Costco food court items.

Oh.OH.

He refrained from calling Nejire. It could all just be a coincidence. No one besides his coworker, Yuyu, knew about his crush on the frequent customer. Mirio had learned Y/N’s name after their third visit, when he’d sneaked a peak at their name on the receipt they presented him. Yuyu had teased him about it, and continued to do so—including today. He’d been so embarrassed when Y/N caught him staring that he dropped to the ground, and Yuyu had laughed at him the rest of the day.

With horror, Mirio realized Yuyu was literally Nejire’s best friend. But she’d kept true to her word and hadn’t told anyone about his crush. Otherwise Nejire would’ve been teasing Mirio about it, too.

He has practice the rest of the weekend, and his free time is spent getting ahead on assignments, so he has little time to dwell on it. But the time he has had he has spent analyzing his entire situation.

Y/N, Nejire and Tamaki’s beloved roommate, famous for their costco food court addiction. Never met Mirio. Nejire and Tamaki had never mentioned the Costco they frequented had been the one he worked at, and he had concluded that they simply didn’t know about that particular detail. The more he thought of it, the more he was convinced that they were the same person.

So on Monday, after his classes, he rushed to the student center. He did have an essay to print, so he wasn’t just going to find out if this was all an odd coincidence. He normally borrowed Tenya’s printer, since they lived on the same floor, but he decided to leave his underclassmen alone for the day and use the printers in the student center.

He made it to the computers, glancing around every which way. There were a few students sitting at the reception desks on the other side of the room, near the printers. But no Y/N.

“Hello, Mirio-senpai!”

“Oh, Izuku!”

His teammate settled down into the chair beside him, logging onto the computer. “Is Tenya out of ink?”

Izuku nodded, smiling to himself. “He was very upset about it. He ran straight to the store to buy some more, so I’m using the student center printers today.”

Mirio momentarily forgot about his original intent to be here and talked with Izuku about how he was liking college. The kid was super enthusiastic about it, rambling about how cool his classes were and how he loved swimming with everyone on the team. They both printed their essays and were about to leave when Mirio heard someone say something behind him.

“Have a good night, Y/N!”

“Thanks!”

He whirled around wildly, startling Izuku, who was about to reach to open the door. But no matter where Mirio looked, he didn’t see anyone. He ushered Izuku out the door, deciding he was in the mood for some off campus food.

“Dinner is on me, Izuku!”

“Really? Thanks so much!”

Y/N loved their job. It was relatively easy, and they had a lot of time to do their own homework while on the clock. Plus, free access to the printers and occasional snacks the student center offered sometimes.

They were getting ready to clock out when they noticed a blond guy walk into the center, and their heart stopped.

It was Costco-man.

Y/N went into a panic, sitting back down heard at the front desk and sliding down so their face was hidden. A little while later, they heard someone greet someone else, and Y/N was almost sure they heard the name “Mirio.”

It took them two seconds to connect the dots.

They packed up, mind whirling with speculations and then confirmations of their now greatest fear. Nejire and Tamaki must’ve not known, assuming Y/N went to a different Costco or that Mirio worked at a different one. Nejire was busy all the time, and Tamaki was too, so the miscommunication was understandable.

They said goodbye to their coworkers and slipped out the back, sighing in relief at their close call.

“Ah, Y/N-san!”

Y/N turned toward the familiar voice, a smile already on their face. Izuku was a part time worker at the student center, too, and they thought they’d heard him earlier. He was a sweet kid, and Y/N had been tasked with showing him the ropes of the job and had basically taken him in under their wing.

And just their luck, he was standing next to Mirio. Costco-man.

Izuku’s bright smile was not enough to blind Y/N from Mirio’s bewildered look, which quickly switched to a growing smile that Y/N hesitantly returned.

“Hi, Izuku,” Y/N greeted, stopping just in front of the pair. “How’s it going?”

Izuku had a glint in his eye Y/N had seen once before, when he had been tasked with reorganizing the filing system and had ended up making it much better than it had been before.

“Actually, I’m quite busy!” he chirped, making Mirio quickly turn his head to look at him in barely concealed surprise. Izuku ignored him. “I’ve got to run, enjoy your dinner, Mirio-senpai! See you tomorrow, Y/N!” And he sprinted away, as though afraid they’d chase after him.

“So,” Mirio smiled, his cheeks tinted pink. “Y/N.”

“Mirio,” Y/N smiled back. “Nice to know your real name.”

He laughed, falling into step beside them as they continued walking idly with no particular destination in mind, rushing back to the apartment long forgotten.

“I was heading to dinner off campus, want to come with?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Sure.”

“Eh? What is this?” Nejire motioned between the two of them, eyebrows furrowed. Tamaki peaked from behind her curiously.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, turning towards their roommates. They’d just greeted Mirio with a hug after the other two had invited him to their apartment for a get together so that he could “finally” meet Y/N.

“You know each other?” Nejire asked.

“Well, you see—”

“OH MY GOD!” she gasped in sudden understanding, her eyes glancing between the two of them quickly. Mirio had just finished a shift at work and had brought them all ice creams, which Nejire wordlessly was now pointing at on the table in shock.

“Nejire—”

“Oh my god.”

“Tamaki!”

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pairing:midoriya izuku x f!reader

synopsis: y/n, with a new spider-based quirk recently given to her, is determined to free a little girl she saw on the street. eri. after eri is rescued, y/n meets her again, in the safety of their new home of ua, alongside her rescuers. one of which helps reignites y/n’s dwindling dream, and reminds her of why she wanted to be a hero.

content: implied abuse, injuries, spider-man quirk, best senpai mirio, lovesick izuku

word count: 3.6k

a/n:thanks to the anon who sent in the request that inspired this!! I deviated from it a bit, hope that’s okay!! This is like the 4th spider-man related thing i’ve written, but i love the concept so idc >:)

The first time she sees her is on her second day of UA, on her way back home from school. She was just about to make it onto the street before a man grabbed her and snatched her back into the shadows, almost too quick for Y/N to see anything. Almost. She’d still seen the frantic look in the little girl’s eyes, the bandages wrapped around her arms.

On instinct Y/N follows after them, sprinting across the street to the alley, sure she didn’t imagine it. The little girl had white hair. Impossible to miss, even from a dark alley.

But when she makes it into the alley they’ve vanished. There’s doors leading to who knows where on either side of the alley’s walls, and Y/N desperately yanks at them, wishing the radioactive spider had given her lockpicking skills, too. None of them budge. Y/N calls the police, waiting impatiently for them to arrive. There isn’t a lot of foot traffic along near the alley—at least, not when she saw the little girl. She might be the only witness, and the police might not believe her.

She still stayed and gave her statement, describing the little girl with as much detail as possible. The police took down everything she said, and Y/N hoped they’d look into it. There wasn’t anything she could do. Her body hadn’t automatically reacted with her quirk, because she’d only received her spider abilities a month ago, and they were not second nature to her yet. If she’d swung across the alley with her webs, or at least grabbed the arm of the man with them, would she have been able to do something?

The next few weeks are a blur. UA was notorious for being a hero school, but the general studies course was jam packed with college preparatory courses. Y/N wasn’t able to apply for the hero course since her quirk arrived… late, so she stuck with general studies. After school, she’d walk the same route where she’d seen the little girl every day, sometimes circling back to walk a different route with more alleys. Y/N couldn’t swing from place to place like she wanted to, since a hero on patrol might scold her for it, or she’d get in the way of a mission in place, so she stuck to walking. She’d checked in with the police about the report she’d made, but they told her they hadn’t found anything. So it was up to her to find the little girl again, and save her from whatever was happening to her.

Y/N started training with her quirk at home, avoiding her parents by practicing on the roof or in the safety of her locked room, getting the hang of the sticky touch and the web shooting. The reflexes were a great added bonus—she dominated in PE class. But she needed to train herself to react instinctively with her quirk, especially if she wanted to follow through on her dream of becoming a hero. She didn’t want to fall behind, even though the odds were literally stacked against her.

The little girl found her the next week.

Y/N was walking along a route behind the alley where she’d first seen her when she felt someone bump into her, lightly enough where Y/N may have mistaken it for the wind. But she glanced down and there she was, big red eyes staring right back at her, as surprised as she was.

There’s no one else on the street—it’s mainly filled with warehouses to begin with, and people are still at work. It’s just Y/N and the little girl.

“Hi,” Y/N dropped to her knees quickly, eye level with the little girl. “I’m Y/N, I’m here to help you. What’s your name?”

She was trembling, and an arm’s length away from Y/N. Her bandages looked new, as though they had just been replaced.

Before she could reply, Y/N sees a shadow approaching from the alley, and she scoops the little girl up, ready to sling away with her webs. She turns to latch onto a building across the street and is met with a man standing in front of her, smiling cruelly down at both of them. “There you are, Eri.”

The man reaches up with lightning speed, before Y/N can even react, and touches his fingers to her temples. She vaguely felt the man take Eri from her before she blacked out, feeling her energy drain out of her as her vision faded to darkness.

She woke up to someone lightly shaking her shoulder. Y/N sat up with a gasp, wildly looking around her. “Where is she? Did he take her?”

The workday seems to be over, because the street looks busier than before. The lady who woke her up helps her to her feet, asking if she needs to go to a hospital. Y/N thanked her before stumbling away, still feeling a bit light headed. She knew there was a police station around here somewhere. The woman who helped her insisted on going with her, and Y/N let her help her walk the few blocks there.

The police took both of their statements, and Y/N goes home long after the sun has set, exhausted and fearing the wrath of her worried parents.

Y/N had plans to go back to the police station at least once a week to bother them into taking her seriously, but then the Heights Alliance dorms were built, and she found herself moving into the dorms.

When they were allowed to return home on breaks or odd weekends, Y/N was sure to take the same routes as before, searching every alley for Eri. A few times she thinks she’s seen her, and she calls out to her, slinging across streets to the alley, only to find it empty. Y/N was starting to think she imagined it, but every time it happened, she finds bandages on the alley’s floor. Eri’s had come looking for her, but either was too scared to ask for help or was dragged back to wherever they kept her.

The police tell Y/N to stop calling, assuring her they are on the case. And she believes them, because this is the first time they’ve told her that. She’s practically on a first name basis with the receptionist at the station, who was always very blunt on where they were in the investigation. The next time Y/N calls, she’s told Eri is safe, but they aren’t allowed to say anything more.

Y/N is pretty sure she scares her dorm neighbor with her loud cheers.

“Hey, Midoriya!”

Izuku screamed, almost dropping his notebooks. He was on his way to his dorm, and hadn’t even noticed Mirio. Even without his quirk he was surprisingly sneaky.

“Yes?” Izuku squeaked, still a bit startled.

“Eri-chan’s been asking for someone lately, and no one knows who it is.” Mirio falls into step beside him as Izuku leads him to a nearby bench where they can sit.

It’d been a while since Izuku saw Eri. She was getting acclimated to her new life living on campus, and was doing better than ever.

“Really? What’s their name?” Izuku adjusts his notebooks to set them on his lap. Mirio leans back into the bench, looking thoughtful.

“Y/N, Eri-chan says. She keeps asking for her. Aizawa can’t get much else out of her, I think she’s still a little shaky, especially when it comes to her memories.” Izuku nods.

“So, how’re your classes going?” They fall into an easy conversation after that, until eventually Mirio heads back to his own dorm for the night. Izuku gets his homework done for the day, the name Y/N in the back of his mind for the rest of the night.

A few weeks later, Izuku found himself wandering around the school during lunch. He was in the mood for a walk, but his allergies had been acting up lately, so he was stuck inside as much as possible. He didn’t even really know where he was—he’d never been in this part of the school before. After some vague snooping into classrooms he figured out it was the general studies branch of the school. He brightened, thinking maybe he’d see Shinso around somewhere.

“Y/N!” he heard someone call from down the hallway. He whirled around, almost activating his quirk in his haste. Someone was at the end of the hall, looking at someone else out of sight. “Wait up!”

Izuku bolted down the hallway, but when he rounded the corner there was no one else there. He kept searching nearby classrooms in vain, sure this couldn’t be a coincidence.

Aizawa had told him and Mirio not even a few days ago that Eri had finally shared who Y/N was, and why she wanted to find her. She’d been the first person to try and save her, but they’d both been caught every time. Eri wanted to thank her for all of her attempts. She’d even made her a card already, with a picture of the two of them. Aizawa had shown it to them, and although it was the drawing of a little kid, the UA uniform was unmistakable. Aizawa said he’d search for a Y/N in the school records that weekend. It was Friday today, which meant he hadn’t yet.

“Midoriya?”

Izuku whirled around, mid inspection of an empty classroom.

“Shinso-kun!”

He quickly explained he was searching for someone named Y/N, and if there was anyone with that name in the general studies program.

“Oh, Y/N. I was about to go borrow their notes. I can take you to them.”

But the bell rings just as Izuku begins to practically glow in thanks. He thanks Shinso for his help, telling him he’ll meet Y/N soon, and hurries back to class, suddenly desperate for the end of the day so he can find Aizawa and ask him about the Y/N search.

But Mirio found him first, right after classes are over for the week.

“Aizawa says he might’ve found Y/N! I’ll come get you tomorrow, he’s taking Eri to meet her in the staff room. She’s taken a liking to it, she’ll feel safe there.”

Izuku could barely sleep that night. He was so excited—both for Y/N, who’d feel so relieved at knowing Eri was safe, and for Eri, who was going to be able to thank Y/N. He finally fell asleep at around two in the morning, but not before going through at least five of his hero journals before he got sleepy.

Mirio kept his promise and showed up at the dorms just after breakfast, and Izuku hurried to clean off his dishes before leaving with him.

It felt odd to be on campus on a weekend, but every door Mirio opened for them was unlocked, probably thanks to Aizawa. Izuku unconsciously sped up, scared he’ll have missed the reunion. He’d become invested in this, determined to see Eri smile more as she learns how to be happy and interact more with others.

He found Eri sitting on the couch, looking nervous and staring intently down at the note in her lap. Izuku took the seat beside her after greeting her and Aizawa, starting a small conversation with her while Mirio and Aizawa conversed quietly before Mirio hurried out the door, probably to fetch Y/N. Aizawa sat himself down at the table and sipped his coffee quietly while Izuku talked with Eri. She relaxed after a few minutes, opening her note and sharing her drawing once more, her eyes shining with excitement.

“I’m back, and I’ve brought a friend!” Izuku whipped around at the same time Eri did.

Behind a grinning Mirio was a girl, who tentatively peeked around him, her eyes searching the room before landing briefly on Izuku, and then on Eri beside him.

He heard her sharp intake of breath and watched, transfixed for some reason, as she walked forward slowly toward Eri, who had got up from the couch and was walking toward Y/N slowly.

“For you,” Eri said, thrusting the note out in front of her. “To thank you.”

Y/N took it gently, as though scared Eri would suddenly bolt. She unfolded it and read it quietly, a smile growing on her face and tears starting to slide down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner,” she said, barely loud enough for Izuku to hear from his seat on the couch. Eri offered her a tissue from her pocket, and Y/N took it with a quiet thanks, wiping away her tears as Aizawa started to explain how Eri had ended up at UA.

Eri led Y/N over to where Izuku sat on the couch and she sat down in between them, beaming at them both as Aizawa talked. Y/N glanced at Izuku when he was mentioned in the story, smiling, which he brightly mirrored back to her.

“I’m glad someone was looking out for her,” Y/N said, looking at Izuku with shining eyes he found very hard to meet the gaze of without blushing. He could practically feel Mirio’s knowing smile from across the room where he sat at the long table with Aizawa, talking again now that the long story was over. Eri was busy showing Y/N her outfit and matching bows, and Y/N was complimenting them. Izuku wandered over to his teacher and upperclassmen.

“I’ll take Eri back soon,” Aizawa murmured. “Mirio, walk these two back to the dorms for me.”

“I can walk Y/N back,” Izuku blurted, almost surprising himself. Mirio’s smile returned, and Izuku rushed to finish. “That way Mirio-senpai can head back with Eri-chan, I know he was supposed to spend the day playing with her.”

“Fine by me,” Aizawa sighed, moving to wash his empty coffee mug in the sink. “Straight back to your dorm, Midoriya.”

“Yes, sir,” Izuku replied quickly, knowing the meaning behind the tone and knowing glare Aizawa sent him. No more spontaneous meetings with villains on campus alone.

After a tearful goodbye with promises to visit often, Izuku and Y/N parted ways from Eri and co, walking the opposite way towards the dorms. He was bursting with questions. Eri had only mentioned Y/N had tried to save her multiple times, but often Eri had only caught a glimpse from her across the street before she was taken back inside. What was Y/N’s quirk like? How had she found Eri the first time? Had she had to fight against Chisaki’s men? Why had she filed two police reports, as she’d briefly mentioned—

“This is my stop.”

Izuku stopped in front of the dorm building, where a giant 1-C Alliance sign adorned the entrance above. Y/N smiled at him, moving to enter her dorm building. “Thanks for walking me. Shinso had mentioned you were looking for me, but we both had no idea why. I would’ve never imagined Eri was involved.”

Izuku could only nod, his voice caught in his throat. He hated the way he froze up around attractive people. He resisted the urge to sprint away from Y/N in the hopes of hiding his blush but fought against the instinct. “I heard someone call your name during lunch, and I remembered how Eri-chan had been asking for a Y/N. It’s very nice finally meeting you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Y/N had stopped moving towards the dorm entrance, turning to face Izuku again. “I watched you at the sports festival. Has… Has your quirk always been like that?” Izuku didn’t miss the hesitation in her voice, or the way she subconsciously moved to rub at her wrists, which were wrapped in bandages.

“It’s much better now, I’ve been getting the hang of it!” Izuku reassured her brightly. “It just took some getting used to.”

“I can understand that,” Y/N replied, laughing quietly. “Mine is a bit like that, lately. I think I’ve just been over exerting myself.”

“Ah, your wrists?” Izuku asked, pointing at her hands. “I can offer you pointers! If you’d like, that is. I’m not sure how helpful I’d be, but I love learning about different quirks, and I know about a lot, so I think I’d know something to help you out somehow!” He quickly shut himself up, realizing in horror he’d been rambling.

But Y/N is looking at him with that same look in their eye as before, after hearing how he’d been involved in Eri’s rescue. “Would you? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re not a bother!” Izuku hurriedly said. “Does tomorrow work for you, in the afternoon? I know a spot behind the 1-A dorms that’s perfect for sparring and quirk usage.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said. “Seriously, Midoriya. Thanks.”

“No problem! I’ll come get you after lunch tomorrow!” He waved goodbye, waiting for Y/N to walk inside before jogging back to the 1-A dorms, feeling beyond giddy with himself.

Y/N’s quirk, Izuku quickly decides, is beyond cool. He’s already filled almost two pages with information about it, complete with a sketch of Y/N mid-swing with her webs.

Her main issue is her wrists, she tells him. At first she was fine, but after using her quirk more often, she’s started to feel the strain, and sometimes her skin would crack and bleed. Similar to Sero and his quirk repercussions, Izuku thought to himself.

Izuku does his best to help her, telling her all he can on how to treat her injuries after over exertion, something he is very knowledgeable in, and after seeing her in action for a while, he copies her moves (minus the webs). It’s similar to how he’s adjusted to flying through the air, but Y/N has the added momentum thanks to her webs, and thus uses more of her strength to change directions or stop.

Together, lying on the grass, they write out a workout routine for her while consulting online resources. Shoulder to shoulder on the grass, Izuku forgets about his nerves as he scribbles in his notebook, talking ambiably with an equally enthusiastic Y/N.

After they work out the plan, Y/N offered to show him her “spidey-senses.” Izuku is excited to see them in action and before he knows it they’re sparring. Y/N’s reactions are instantaneous, moving right as Izuku swings to tap her. He only landed a tap once, when she’s laughing at the determined set of his eyebrows and too distracted to doge properly.

They both tire themselves out and lay back down on the grass, panting.

“Hey, Midoriya.”

“Hm?” Izuku hums from his place beside her, still catching his breath.

“I wanted to be a hero. That’s why I applied to UA. But I wasn’t ready for the hero course, so I went with general studies.” Izuku turned his head to look at her. She was staring up at the sky, twiddling her fingers resting on her stomach. “But after meeting Eri, and you, I think I’m going to work for it. With all I’ve got. I’d be happy just working as a nobody in a hero agency if it means I get to help people.”

Izuku resisted the urge to start crying. “I believe in you, Y/N. And so does Eri-chan.”

He yelped when he felt her slap his arm gently. He turned to see her covering her face with her hands.

“Gonna make me cry again,” she mumbled from beneath her hands. Izuku laughed, rolling away from her when she reached out to smack him again.

Their training sessions become a weekly tradition. Every weekend they meet behind the 1-A dorms and stay there for an hour. Mainly they spar together, making a game out of how many times they manage to touch each other. After they get tired they lay in the grass, pointing clouds out to one another and talking about their weeks. Y/N’s been sticking to the workout routine Izuku helped her make, and she tells him it’s been a great help. He notices the difference in her moves, how she doesn’t hesitate as much anymore, trusts herself to listen to her instincts.

After a particularly tiring session, wherein Izuku won, Y/N plopped herself onto the ground, laughing to herself. Izuku sat beside her, stealing glances at her since her eyes were closed and there was no one around to tease him about it. She looked so at peace whenever they finished training, despite the sweat sticking to her forehead and the heavy breaths that escaped her lips.

“Hey, Midoriya.”

“Yeah?” He hurried to glance elsewhere, up at the clouds.

“I’ve never told anyone this,” she paused before continuing, “but I was born quirkless.”

He almost gave himself whiplash as he turned to face her. Her eyes were still closed, but he knows she could still feel his movements despite her sense of vision being obstructed.

“I got my quirk a month before school started, after a spider bit me. It was so scary to figure out alone. You’ve helped me alot.” She smiled at that, reaching over to pat his hand lightly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, almost automatically. His brain was still processing what she’d said.

“You’re like me, aren’t you?” He froze, his body going rigid in shock.

“It’s okay if you can’t tell me,” Y/N said, eyes still closed. “It’s just nice to know I’m not alone.”

Izuku didn’t trust himself to say anything. He reached out to take her hand, intertwining their fingers. Y/N’s smile returned, and she squeezed his hand lightly.

“I’m glad I found you,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I’m glad I found you,” he echoed, moving to lay down beside her to look up at the clouds. He was careful not to let go of her hand.

“Although, I did find you first.”

“Oh, so it’s a competition, is it?”

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Equal…pt. 1 - BakuKami x Reader

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1355 words

Warnings: self doubt and worth, mild angst, unintentional hurtful comments.

+ Equality is majorly important in relationships. Bakugo and Kaminari always tried to make sure you felt equal even though you joined the relationship later and it makes you love them even more. Sometimes though you can’t help but think otherwise. Unintentionally, they raise the doubts in you. It isn’t until one catastrophic day that everything snowballs and you let those doubts win.

I joined the relationship late. Bakugo and Kaminari were already in a relationship for a while when I joined. Though their relationship was the last thing everyone and even themselves expected, they were a strong couple. Everyone was even more shocked when Kami revealed the news that the 3 of us were together.

So, I was still sometimes feeling like I’m gaining my footing or finding my place in the relationship. I feel like I don’t belong sometimes but the boys always seem to push those doubts away. Well most of those doubts away. I get to see a side to the boys that noone else does. A soft and sweetest Bakugo with the natural goofy Kaminari that isn’t afraid to show when he is feeling down.

“I am starving!” I yelled out as Tsu, Sato, Shoji, and I walked into the dorms.

“Agreed.” Tsu laughed and quickly slipped into the kitchen after changing out of her shoes. I chuckled and put on my slippers. I looked around and searched for my two boys.

“They disappeared a while ago.” Tokoyami said from the couch. I sat on the arm next to him while Shoji sat close on his otherside. “They were in the kitchen before slipping upstairs.”

“Thanks, Yami.” Tsu came back and handed me an orange before plopping on the floor in front of the boys. “Thanks Tsu. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye.” I trotted up the stairs and checked Kami’s room first. They weren’t there so I went to Bakugo’s.

I softly knocked but the sound of a movie or something told me they wouldn’t hear. I slipped in and saw a dark room illuminated by Bakugo’s laptop. I walked in but froze when I saw Kami and Bakugo deep in conversation. They were in each other’s arms and speaking softly to each other. It was times like these, where they were so close and soft with one another, did I feel like I was intruding on the relationship. I went to step back out.

“Baby?” I heard Bakugo call a little shocked and confused. I looked at them and smiled. “Shit, I forgot you were going to be back this early.” His statement sent a small ache through me. Were they talking about or doing something they didn’t want me to be a part of. “I would have made more food for all of us.”

“We’re sorry.” Kami apologized. My eyes caught sight of the empty bowls on Baku’s desk. Relief filled me a little.

“Oh that’s okay. I’ll get something a little bit later.”

“Are you sure? I can go make something real quick.” He went to get up but I shook my head.

“Yes I’m sure.” I walked to the bed and Kami quickly snatched me, pulling me down between them. “Eep!”

“Careful Spark plug.” Bakugo growled but wrapped his arms around us nonetheless.

“He he. Sorry!” He snuggled up against me, squishing me between the two.

*Time Skip *

Today had been a long one and I just wanted to lay down to nap. I trudged up the stairs to the front door. I silently made my way in, through the common room, and went to go to my room. I decided at the last second to go to Kami’s room. I didn’t even think to knock so when I walked in, I was met with screaming.

“What?! Hey!” Kami squealed. He quickly covered something up.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Bakugo snapped. I paused and looked at them shocked. I gulped and took a step back at the defensiveness.

“I, I, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… I’m sorry.” I stuttered. They’re gazes softened as they looked me over. They shared a look and I went to leave. I just grab the door knob when Kami darted forward.

“Wait baby. Don’t go.” Kami gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug. I went stiff before hugging back. “Just let us get this all put away and we can cuddle. I can tell you’re completely worn out.”

“Yeah.” I whispered. I heard Bakugo moving throughout the room as Kami held me. My thoughts were turning back to my doubts. Did they really see me as their equal in the relationship? Did they even really want me? I started to sniffle when Bakugo spoke up.

“Alright dumbasses. Get over here.” Kami guided me over and Bakugo pulled me into his lap and laid us down. I was out in no time flat.

*Another Time Skip*

It was a rare Saturday that Kami and I had gotten Bakugo to actually have a lazy day with us. I was lounging on a bean bag Kami had gotten while he was sprawled out on his bed. Bakugo was at the table complaining under his breath. It caused me to giggle.

“Come on, Blasty! You can’t complain all day.” I teased. He gave me a side eye.

“They’re right, Kacchan.” I got up and sat on Bakugo’s lap. His hands found my waist and I dipped my head to kiss him gently. He leant into me and I felt him loosen up.

“It’s okay to be lazy and take a break every now and again.” I whispered. He groaned and let his head fall back. I laughed out loud. I was surprised I didn’t hear Kami laughing or complaining where his kiss was. I looked over and saw him glued to his phone. “You’ve been glued to your phone for most of the day. What’s got you so distracted?”

“Oh nothing really. Hey Blasty, I need to talk to you real quick.” He got up from the bed.

“What is it, Spark Plug?” He looked at Kami.

“Privately.” Kami urged. A rock settled in my stomach Bakugo nodded and lifted me from his lap. He stood up and Kami came over to kiss me. It was a hungry kiss and I tried to chase him when he pulled away. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay…” I watched as they left the room.

I stayed there kneeling before plopping down on my side on the floor. I sighed and looked around the room. I got up and poked around his desk. I remembered the thing that they were working on when I walked in the other day and they freaked. I looked at the closet and went to peek. I was just about to see inside when the door slammed shut.

“Hey!” Bakugo snapped. I stumbled back and saw him seething. “Stay out of there! You can’t just go around and poking through Kaminari’s Shit.”

“Bakugo…” Kami looked at him then me. I started trembling at Bakugo’s tone.

“Why can’t you stay out of anything. God, you’re so annoying.” I gasped at his words. I tried to find something to say when Bakugo proceeded to look in the closet. He could go through Kaminari’s things but not me? My fears were starting to plague my mind and I started to cry when I came to a realization. I wasn’t equal…

“Bakugo…” Kami spoke up. He was watching me with somber, panicked eyes.

“What!” He turned and glared at him before following his gaze to me. His face dropped. “Baby…”

“I knew it.” I sniffled, wrapping my arms around my stomach. “I should have known.” Clenching my teeth before I laughed humorlessly, refusing to look at them. “I’m not equal in this relationship. You guys don’t see me the same way you see each other. Damn, I’m so stupid.”

“Baby… no…”

“L/N…”

“I'm…I’m gonna go.” I wiped at my face furiously. “You two can go back to the way you were before I came. Just forget… forget this ever happened.” I darted for the door, running past them.

“No! Wait!” Kami tried to grab me but I was too quick.

“Y/N!” Bakugo exclaimed. He almost sounded desperate but he was probably just relieved. I ran as fast as I could and ran from the building, needing to be away from everyone and everything for awhile. I didn’t get far before I ran into someone. “Umph!”

“Crap.” I was falling back until a black shadow wrapped around me. I looked through my tears and saw Dark Shadow. “Are you alright, L/N?” I looked at Tokoyami and just shook my head.

“No.” I collapsed into his chest and sobbed.

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Body Snatched - Kirishima Eijiro

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1497 words

Warnings: unwanted touches, attempted assault, vague mention of wounds, language

Author’s note: This is a draft I had done. I am still working on requests, I just haven’t had much energy to write this week. Requests are still open. Look at guidelines post for the rules.

+One day, Kiri & Mineta get hit with a quirk that switches their bodies. You are in your dorm when it happens so you have no clue. Somehow, Mineta, in your boyfriend’s body, gets away from everyone. He ends up at your door. Since you have no Clue, you let him in. He immediately latches on to you.

I groaned, bored out of my mind. I was laying on my bed with my head hanging over the edge. I rolled over and grabbed my phone to play a game. I didn’t get that far because of a knock on my door. I set my phone on my head board.

“Coming!” I ran to the door and opened it to see Kiri. “Oh hey love. Surprise visit?”

“Yeah, something like that.” He stepped in and quickly wrapped his arms around me.

“Okay.” I giggled as he held me tight. He pulled back and looked down at me. His eyes raked up and down me. “What?”

“Nothing. Just admiring the view.” He smirked before kissing me. I groaned and kissed back. I thread my fingers into his hair. He then picked me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked to the bed and sat down, keeping me in his lap.

“Mmm.” I quietly moaned as he attached himself to my neck. I felt his hands roaming everywhere. The sound from my phone pulled my attention for a second. I finally grabbed it when it kept going off. I saw multiple texts from Mina.

Y/N!

Y/N Please!

Please Answer!

Dammit Y/N! Mineta & Kiri got hit with a quirk that switched their bodies! So if you see Kiri it is not him it is the Grape! Be careful!

I gasped at the text. I looked at the red head in front of me, mortified. I dropped my phone and pushed his shoulders back or tried to. He gripped onto my back and kept going on my neck. I kept trying before I decided to yell.

“Mineta!” I yelled with another push.

“What?” He asked, pulling back. Kiri’s ruby eyes widened at his mistake.

“You little pervert!” I screamed. I tried to get out of his lap but he grabbed my waist tightly. He used Kiri’s strength and pulled me back down.

“No, no, no! Please!” I flinched and fought against his grip. It was starting to hurt.

“Let me go, Mineta.” I said firmly.

We fought for a minute before I was able to get out of his grip. I turned away to run but he wrapped his arms around me from behind. He lifted me into the air and dropped me to the floor hard. He followed me to the floor and took my wrists to pin me down. As he did, Kiri’s quirk activated in his hands.

“Ah!” I screamed as my skin tore. I felt him reattach his lips to my neck. “Please stop!” I sobbed out and tears were quickly coming to my eyes. I struggled against him and he took one hardened hand and pushed me still by my chest.

“Enough squirming.” I whimpered at the pain on my chest and the tone I never heard my Kiri use. Before he did anything else, my door burst open. Kiri’s quirk was deactivated and was thrown off me.

“Y/N!” I heard Mina scream. I sat up and reached for the pink girl. I was immediately incased by hers and Ojirio’s arms. They blocked any view of Mineta but could hear Aizawa yelling.

“Just because you’re in their body doesn’t mean you get to take advantage of the situation! Especially not with their partner.”

“I want out. I want out.” I started to repeat over and over.

“Okay, okay. Come on, we’ll take you somewhere else.” Mina said softly. The two helped me up and guided me from the room.

“Take her to my actual room.” I heard the faint voice of Mineta but remembered that it was actually Kiri. I looked over my shoulder and saw the small frame. His eyes held nothing but pain and anger. I wanted to run to Kiri so badly but I didn’t.

“Here we are.” Ojiro said and set me down the bed. They got to work on cleaning my wrists and chest but I sat there numbly.

“I almost feel sorry for Mineta if Kiri gets ahold of him after they switch back. Almost.” Mina said. I laughed before setting my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and just held me. I saw one of Kiri’s hoodies and made a noise, reaching for it. Ojiro gave it to me gingerly. I slipped it on and cuddle into it on Mina’s lap.

Eventually, after I was all bandaged up, they both left. I was curled up under Kiri’s camo blanket, slowly falling asleep to his scent. At some point, I was aroused by the sound of someone entering the room. I pushed up and rubbed my eyes before turning to see Bakugo & Kirishima’s body. I froze.

“Uh…” My eyes darted between Bakugo and him.

“Relax. It’s really him.” Bakugo said. I was still unconvinced.

“You sure?” Bakugo sighed before looking at “Kiri” for help. “Kiri” was rubbing the back of his neck. He met my eyes.

“It’s okay, Sundrop. It’s me.” I immediately relaxed and reached for him at the private nickname he had for me. He had given it to me after he found out my childhood obsession with the drink. He ran to me and wrapped me in his arms.

“I’ve never been happier to hear that silly nickname.” I mumbled into his chest. He quickly sat down next to me and moved me into his lap. I felt tears hit my shoulders and I squeezed him tight. I heard a cough and looked at the door.

“You okay if I…” Bakugo trailed off and jabbed his thumb towards the door. I nodded. “I’m right next door if you dumbass… dummies need anything.”

“Okay.” I croaked before burying my face in red hair.

“Thanks Bakugo.” Kiri said as he pulled up from my neck. I closed my eyes as he walked out. I felt Kiri tap my shoulder. I looked at him. “Get up for a second.”

“Okay.” I stood up from the bed. He pulled the covers back and leant against the headboard. He looked at me with sad eyes and a smile.

“Come here. Please?” He opened his arms and gave me the option to say no. I knelt on the bed and grabbed his hands. He guided me to straddle his lap. He gently took my wrists and stared at the bandages. I saw tears welling up.

“Hey, it’s alright. It wasn’t you.”

“But it was my fucking body! My Quirk! I’m the one that shielded Mineta from the hit and then we switched.” He kept going on and on, getting himself worked up until I placed my lips on his. I kissed him softly and he returned with eagerness, holding my face firmly but gently.

“It wasn’t you.” I whispered. I pulled away slightly. His hands moved back to my hands. “You were being the hero you always wanted to be while trying to protect him. You can’t control him even in your own body.”

“Y/N…”

“It may have been your quirk but it was not you.” I laced my fingers through his and set my forehead on his. “I will never be afraid of you or your quirk as long as it’s you in here.” I pecked his nose.

“Alright.” He nodded and grip on my hands tightened before wrapping his arms around my hips. “I will always protect you in one way or another. I promise.” He pulled the blanket up and over us. We both fell asleep wrapped in each other.

Muttering and mumbling shook me from my sleep state. I felt a warm hand on my forehead but it was gone in the next second. We must have switched places while asleep because I was on my back for a weight on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw Kiri still asleep on my chest, snoring slightly. I looked towards the door. There stood the silhouette of Aizawa and Principle Nezu.

“Are they alright at least?” Nezu said softly.

“Yes. Just some injuries on their wrists and chest. They are going to be emotionally troubled for a while but they have plenty of support.” Aizawa said. I saw him pause and look at us. “I know it is unorthodox but I know these kids. It would be best if they stay here with Kirishima for a while.” His statement gave me a little hope and relaxation.

“I agree with you.” Nezu agreed and I completely relaxed, nuzzling into Kiri’s hair. “Mr. Mineta will not be returning to UA. They don’t have to worry about seeing them again.” I heard retreating footsteps. I felt a hand on my head again.

“Get some sleep, L/N. Everything will be alright.” I looked at him and nodded.

“Goodnight, Aizawa-sensei.” I snuggled back in and held onto Kiri tight. I felt him squirm before getting comfortable again with a kiss to my collarbone. The combined comfort of his body against mine and the rhythmic sound of his breathing lulled me to sleep.

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Take Responsibility - Denki

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• Pro-Hero AU, Denki x GN!Reader
• 1360 Words
• Warnings: Smut, Smut Smut. If you are not 18 or older, please do not read.
• Authors Note: Requests are still OPEN! Refer to guidelines on my blog for rules. This is my birthday present to myself, LOL.

+Denki comes home late one night and is in a certain mood. You wake up to him coming into the room. He crawls into bad with you and proceeds to make a mess of you and himself.

I had fallen asleep early that night. We had been messing around a bit but Denki had to go out on a late mission and told me not to wait up. So I threw on one of his shirts and went to bed. I was woken up by the bedroom door shutting and opened my eyes. I was laying on my stomach and saw the clock read 2:30am.

“Denki?” I called out in a sleepy voice. I pushed up on my elbows slightly, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s me baby…” I felt the bed dip and Denki crawl over me. I turned over to look at him. Once level with my eyes, he leant on his forearm next to my head with his other hand on my waist.

“What…” I went to ask, setting my hand on his chest.

“Sh, baby…” He leant in close, ghosting a breath over my lips before kissing me hungrily. I whimpered underneath him, barely being able to keep up with his pace. His hand lightly traveled down my leg and back up, catching the hem of my (his) shirt with his thumb. He pulled away and I tried to follow his lips.

“Hey!”

“Haha. Soon enough sweet darlin’.” He said. I watched him look me over in the dark. “I love it when you wear my clothes.” He leant down and traced the shirt collar with his tongue. I gasped, arching my back and squirming under him. “Oh, do you like that?”

“Yes!” I tried to pull him into a kiss but he kept his distance. I whined and he just laughed in response. His hand moved back down and traveled between my legs, purposely missing the spot I needed him most. He pushed my thighs apart and slotted his hips between my legs. I could feel his hard length pushing against me.

“What should I do next darling?” He kissed my neck and slowly rolled his hips into mine. My mouth dropped open before I bit my lip.

“Anything, please. Just… touch me, love me, kiss me.” I grabbed onto his neck. He let me pull him down this time. My kiss to him is very needy. I whined against his lips as he rubbed circles into my hips. I bucked up into him and he gasped against my lips.

“Shit baby.” He pulled away as his hips moved against mine. I kissed down his jaw before searching his neck for his sweet spot. He gave a particularly hard thrust when I nibbled just above his collar bone. I attacked that spot and shivered as he moaned.

“Denki, please. I need you.” He pushed up onto his hands, still grinding against me.

“Uh, do you know? I couldn’t tell.” He joked. I hit him in the chest before running my fingers through his hair. I toyed with the black bolt.

“I want you.” I whispered.

“Then you’ll have me.” He smiled. He hooked his thumbs in my underwear before pulling them off. I watched as he pulled off his own clothes. I trailed my eyes down his toned chest until I got to his v-line. He was just about to pull off his briefs.

“Let me…” I sat up and pushed his hands away. He stood up on his knees and I pulled them off. His cock bobbed before standing at attention. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking a long stripe from base to tip.

“Shit” He hissed and I felt him grip my hair. I wrapped my hand around his shaft before slowly pumping him. I teased the tip with my tongue before blowing on it. My head was pulled back roughly. “Now, no teasing.”

“I’m sorry.” I tried to go back to his cock but he instead pushed me down. He lowered himself back down. He kissed me and I felt his fingers at my entrance. I moaned as he slipped two fingers in. I bucked against his hand. “More.”

“Patience baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered. He slowly prepped me adding another finger for a bit before pulling them out completely. He then reached behind my head and came back with a condom.

“Denki, hurry.”

“Impatient tonight?” He asked while slipping it on.

“You’re the one that woke me up and got me all hot and bothered so take responsibility.” I snapped, yanking on his hair. He hissed and dropped down to hover just above me.

“I will then.” He smirked and pushed in in one go.

“Ah, Denki!” I moaned out, my hand finding more purchase in his hair. He grinded his hips slowly against mine while I adjusted to his size. His fingers had nothing on his dick. I gasped and he get his forehead on mine. “Pl-lease.”

“Alright.” He pulled his hips back slightly and pushed forward again. I whined and bucked up into him more. He chuckled and pinned down my hips.

“Denki!” I went to protest but was cut off by a hard thrust. A moan forced it way out of my lungs as he set an ungodly pace. I clutched onto his back, nails scratching his back.

“Dammit Y/N…” He said breathlessly. He angled his thrusts and lifted my hips higher.

“Ah! Denki, right there!” I gasped. He straightened up and I ran my nails down his chest.

“That feel good, baby?” He asked breathlessly. I nodded furiously, basically mewling at the pleasure.

As he went fast and harder, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just moans of his name. I hiked my legs up higher on his waist pulling him closer. I reached up and cupped his cheek. He opened his eyes to meet mine and his were completely clouded with lust. I’m sure mine matched his.

I slightly tugged on his hair and he seemed to get the hint because he dropped down and planted his lips on mine. His hand traveled down and rubbed me slightly. I gasped and tightened around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped against my lips. His hips stuttered before he picked up his pace. The sound of slapping skin, heavy breathing, and muffled moans were filling the room. It wasn’t long until I felt that familiar warmth tightening in my belly.

“I’m close, Denks.” I said, pulling away from his sweet lips.

“Are you know?” He asked. I nodded with a whimper. “Mmm…” Suddenly he tapped my thigh, sending a small voltage through me.

“Denki!” My back arched off the bed.

“God dammit, that was hot! Got to admit I’m close too, babe.” He nipped at my neck and ear. “How about we cum together?”

“Yes.” I nodded furiously.

“Come on then baby…cum with me.” He gave one hard thrust hitting all the right places and I fell over the edge.

“Denki!” I screamed.

“Shit, Y/N!” His hips sputtered before going still, cumming hard. He lightly kissed at my neck, grinding his hips as we both came down. He pushed up and pulled out slowly. I whined from the sensitivity. “I’m sorry baby.” He kisses my chest and tummy before getting up.

“Fuck.” I moved up the bed and laid better on the pillows. “Denki.”

“I’m coming back, my love. Patience.” He called from the other room.

“Okay.” I murmured as I tried to pull the blanket over me slightly. Denks came back with stuff to clean me up. He shushed and cooed at me as I flinched from the sensitivity. He disappeared for a moment before coming back and he hopped into bed with me.

“Damn, you always amaze my baby.” He whispers as he cuddles up to me, burying us in the blankets. I bury my head in his neck and completely relax into his arms.

“I try.” I joked. He chuckles and nuzzles into my hair and breaths in. “Did something happen at work that you needed some relief from?”

“No. Just wanted my darling baby.”

“Okay.” I kissed his collarbone. “But know that I will be getting you back for the teasing later.” I felt him shiver under me and smirked.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said in an excited tone before we both drifted off.

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Misjudged His Teasing - Kirishima

+You and Kiri have been pining after each other for a long time. Kiri had figured out you return his feelings and has been trying to figure out a way to confess to you. His attempt goes terribly wrong and you avoid him at all costs. This tears Kiri apart until the rest of the Bakusquad steps in and forces you two to talk things out.

• 2870 words
• Angst to fluff, Warnings: super makes you want to cry because Kiri is sad.
• Readers Powers ⬇
• https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Lunar_Manipulation
• https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Solar_Manipulation
• Authors Note: Requests are Still Open!

I sighed as I watched Kiri joking around with the rest of the Bakusquad. I admired the smile that crossed his face and nearly swooned at the sparkle in his eyes. As he looked my way, I snapped out of it and looked away, looking around the room with wandering eyes. I looked back and met his eyes. He smiled and gave a small wave. I waved back. He chuckled before Kaminari ran into him from a push by Bakugo. He caught the yellow haired boy before putting himself between the two.

“Calm down, Bakubro!” He tried to calm the angry blonde. Kaminari slinked away and I turned away from the red head to watch the electric boy slink up behind me.

“I am not going to protect you.” I said looking over my shoulder as he placed himself right behind my back.

“No, I know. Kiri’s already doing that.” He placed his hands on my shoulders before peeking over my shoulder. I looked back as Kiri held Bakugo back from running at Kami. My eyes darted down to his exposed bicep. I watched as his arm flexed from the strain of holding the strong boy back. I tilted my head to the side while staring. “You keep staring like that and he is bound to notice.”

“What!” I nearly screeched, looking back at him. He just smiled, letting go of my shoulders and setting his chin on my shoulder. I felt him cross his arms over his chest before he gave me a smug look. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You literally stare at him all the time and I am seriously surprised you have not been caught. Especially by the man in question.” He mused. I looked between him and the red head who now was laughing and roughhousing with the loud blonde. I sighed and looked down. Kami hummed in smug question.

“Fine. Maybe I do.” I admitted. “But! You say absolutely nothing! Nothing!” I turned around quick. Kami stumbled as he was thrown off balance by my movement away from him. “Promise me, Kami!”

“Well, I mean maybe it would hel…” He smiled while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Kaminari!” I exclaimed. He flinched and threw up his hands in surrender.

“I promise.” He squeaked.

“Hey, you two alright over there?” Kiri called. We turned to see him holding Bakugo in a headlock. He was smiling and had one eyebrow lifted in question. My eyes darted to Kiri’s arm where his bicep was rippling from the strain of holding Bakugo. I gulped and nodded.

“We’re fine!” I threw a glare at the electric blonde. He smirked. I turned back and smiled at the red head.

“Well, actually…” Kami started but I threw my arm out and hit him in the stomach. He gave out a gurgled yelp before falling back and toppling over the back of the couch.

“Like I said, we’re fine.” I chirped as a loud groan echoed behind me. Bakugo burst out laughing as Kiri let him go. I walked past the two as Kami yelled at me. I went to go into the kitchen but turned before entering. I looked back at Kirishima and watched as he helps Kami get up.

3RD POV

Right after Kiri helped the blonde up, his eyes darted to see Y/N’s disappearing figure. He sighed and placed an arm on Kami’s shoulder. He stared off into the distance, thinking about the solar & lunar manipulator. Kaminari groaned out loud.

“Oh My God! I just had this conversation with Y/N! You keep this up and they are going to notice.” He exclaimed.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Kiri looked at his friend with a smirk.

“Right, you know about their feelings.” He muttered before turning back to the red head. “That is not fair on their part, Kiri. They don’t know about your feelings for them yet you’re here knowing about theirs and not doing a thing about it.”

“I know, I know.” He said before he was hit on the back of his head. Kiri groaned as he lurched forward. He turned to see Bakugo standing there with his arm raised, drinking from a water bottle.

“Just tell them you dipshit.” Was all he said before he walked off towards his room. Kiri stood there in shock.

“He’s right Bro. You just need to tell Y/N.” Kami said with a smile before walking to the stairs. In the same moment, Y/N walked out of the kitchen.

“Hey Kiri, you alright? You look kind of, well, you have that look of constipation on your face kind of.” They giggled. The sound made Kiri smile instantly.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” He walked over. “Just a few things on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?” They offered. Kiri was nearly entranced by their gorgeous (e/c) eyes that were filled with worry and care for him.

“Maybe but not right now. It’s getting late.” He said, reaching up and brushing hair back over their shoulder. Y/N’s eyes darted to his hand before looking up at him with bright yet slightly shy eyes. A slight glaze of red went over their cheeks.

“Yeah.” Y/N bit the inside of their cheek. Kiri was all giddy inside and was reeling from their reaction.

“But how about we train together tomorrow after school?” Kiri offered.

“Yes, for sure.” Y/N took a step back. “Night Kiri.”

“Night Y/N.” They disappeared upstairs and Kiri’s legs gave out on him. He fell back over the arm of one of the couches. He smiled uncontrollably. He punched the air in excitement.

“You alright there Kirishima?” He jumped in surprise before rolling off the couch. He stood up and saw Uraraka standing there with as questioning look.

“Yeah, totally fine.” He said little nervously, scratching the back of his neck. She looked at him in worry. He relaxed and gave her a smile. “Really I am. I am just excited.”

“If you’re sure.” She shook her head before going upstairs. Kiri went up to his room and barely was able to go to sleep that night.

The next day was an easy on for once. Aizawa wasn’t as hard on them today, normal classes weren’t too hard, and no villain attacks. Both Kiri and Y/N nearly bolted for the training area they agreed on. They trained quirks on both offense and defense for a few hours before switching off to hand to hand.

Y/N’s POV

“You seem like you’re running down there, L/N. You doing alright?” Kiri gave me a teasing smile. He then ran his tongue out and over his lip. I got distracted by it for a second before shaking my head.

“I’m doing fine. Not running down at all. I think you need your eyes checked.” He laughed before lunging at me. I took a small step back before timing my jump just right. I launched myself over Kiri’s back and used his shoulder as launch pad.

What is didn’t expect was for him to stop short enough to swivel around and shoulder chuck my side on my landing. I went somersaulting before landing on my knees. I looked up at him in surprise.

“What? I’ve been working on it.” He said. “Can’t handle it?”

“You wish.” I crossed my arms. He smirked and held his arms out, waiting. I rolled back in quick and came up with my feet against his chest. I heard him groan before stumbling back. We danced around the mat until Kiri got me slammed up against the padded wall. “Umph!”

“Gotcha.” He said in my ear. I groaned before looking at him. I froze when I realized how close we were. I’m pretty sure my face was already red from the exertion but I felt the blush burn. I met his eyes and he smile wide. I glanced down at his pearly white sharp teeth.

“Um…” I didn’t realize I was staring until his chuckled. I dropped my head and looked away. I mentally kicked myself but froze when he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. He was still smiling and booped my nose.

“Damn you’re cute.” The blushed intensified. I stuttered.

“I am.”

“Mm hmm.” He nodded. He moved in even closer. I had to look up to keep eye contact with him. “You know, I have notices you’re stares and looks on me.

“You have?” I was starting to panic a little bit but also get a little excited. I mean he was standing this close with a smile on his face, had to be good thing right?

“Yep. I have also seen how you act around me. You are laid back, cool minded, and confident around everyone else but around me you get flustered, shy, and sometimes even panicky sometimes. I mean it’s absolutely adorable.” His last statements threw me off. He sounded almost mocking.

“Wait what?” I snapped. I pushed him back. He stumbled and looked at me confused. He went to say something but I held up my hand. “Are you making fun of me?” His confused look changed to panic in a second.

“W-what? No of course not!” He stuttered.

“Yes you are!” I pushed him again and he fell on his ass. He looked up at me in panic. “What? Hate that I’m not playing along? It’s not nice or, or, or manly to play with someone’s feelings! It’s not right to tease me.” Tears were streaming down my face. “You’re not who I thought you were.” I said in a hushed tone before running out of the training area crying.

“Y/N!” I ignored him and kept going.

3rd POV

Kiri watched as they ran away, too shocked and ashamed to fully comprehend what just happened. Once he finally got his ass in gear, he was up and out the door but he was too late.

“Y/N!” He called out in desperation. He ran down the side of the building a bit before stopping altogether. He was breathing heavy and pacing in place, anger at himself growing. He became so pissed off and before he could stop himself he punch the wall, quirk activated. He looked at the cracks and crater. “You are an idiot.” He muttered to himself as the picture of you crying. Just the sight brought tears to his eyes.

Kiri went and gather his and Y/N’s things before making his way back to the dorms. He gathered himself enough to not have anyone ask him questions right now. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. He asks your dorm neighbor to bring your stuff to you before trudging to clean up and hide in his room.

A couple of weeks went by with by with Y/N avoiding Kiri like the plague. He would try to go up to them and explain what he had done, what he really meant but you wouldn’t have any of it. The only time you let him near you was during class training or internship.

He would try to catch you to explain but you would just walk away. There times where he almost broke down in tears watching you walk away. There were times where he actually did. He would go hide in an empty stairwell or a janitor’s closet or where ever he could hide from prying eyes. It tore him up knowing he made you this upset. The rest of the class was starting to catch on to the rift that had fell between you.

They grow especially concerned when Kiri becomes a shell of his former else. He isn’t as cheerful or smilely like normal. He just walks around like a zombie. He doesn’t talk about being manly anymore and even he started to lack in training. What got everyone really, really worried was his eyes grew dull and he got paler.

Everyone else has had enough when he stopped spiking his hair and his black roots started to show and he didn’t even try to hide it. They had tried not to get involved in what ever happened between you two but enough was enough.

“Put me down Bakugo!” I beat on his back as he carried me over his shoulder. I looked at Mina and Kami with narrowed eyes. “What is the meaning of this?”

“We’re worried about Kiri. Whatever happened between you two has really affected him.” Mina said.

“He isn’t himself and we’re even starting to get scared for him. He’s just not our Kirishima anymore.” Kami said with a sad smile and fear in his eyes. I stopped squirming at their words.

“Woah!” I yelped as Bakugo threw me off his shoulder and to my feet.

“Enough is enough! Get in there and fix Shitty hair.” He growled. I could see the worry even in his eyes. Mina opened the door and Bakugo shoved me in. I tumbled to the floor as they slammed the door.

“Real nice guys!” I yelled but whirled around when I heard a surprised whimper. I saw Kiri sitting up in his bed, face riddled with shock.

“Y/N?” He asked in disbelief. I finally actually looked at him for the first time in weeks. I could see why everyone was worried. He was pale, his normal lively eyes were dull, and so much more. I had noticed he was acting different but didn’t realize how much.

“Hi.” I stood up. He jumped up in an energy I haven’t heard from in him in so long. The next thing I knew he was on his knees in front of me, face buried in my stomach. He was holding my legs while crying his eyes out.

“I’m so so sorry. That’s not what I meant at all.” His shaky voice came through muffled. I somehow understood him as he explain what happened, what he really meant by his behavior. I covered my mouth and started crying too at my misjudgment of him. “I was only trying to show my feelings for you.”

“Shit.” I whispered to myself. I started crying harder, my whole body shaking. I felt him still before looking up at me.

“No, no, no!” He cried before pulling me down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his shoulder. “Shit! I’m sorry! Why do I keep screwing up?! I can’t even apologize right. I’m such a…”

“No, Kiri, no!” I stopped him before he could down talk himself anymore. “I’m just upset at myself for jumping to conclusions. I should have known better and not yelled at you like that.”

“Really?” I nodded and cupped his face. I gave him a watery smile. He let out a big breath of relief. He set his forehead on mine.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I should have let you explain.”

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you entirely. I should have just been plain honest with you, not try to be…well, be like Kami and flirt my way through. It wasn’t manly of me.” I chuckled with a big smile.

“There’s my Eijiro Kirishima. The manlest out there.” He smiled before burying his head in my neck, holding my tight. I ran my fingers through his hair and frowned at the sight of his roots. “Hey Ei?”

“Hmm?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“How about we both get cleaned up and then I help you with your hair?” I ask. “Sound good for our first activity as a couple?”

“A couple?” His eyes lit up at the word. I nodded. He shot up with me in his arms. I clung to him as he nodded profusely. I laughed as he held me tight. “Come on, let’s go.”

A little while later we made our way down to the common room hand and hand. Kiri kept nuzzling or kissing my hand, kissing my cheek, and giving me surprise hugs all the way down the four flights of stairs. We finally got to the common room and were greeted by loud hollers and cheers.

“Yes! Finally!” I heard Kaminari scream. We chuckled and made over to the couch where Sero, Kami, Jiro, and Mina sat.

“Hey guys.” Kiri said softly.

“Finally, our shark boy back to normal. Even the red spikey hair.” Mina teased.

“Yeah and I have the red hands to prove it.” I held up my stained red blotched hands. They all laughed.

“Hey shitty hair.” We both looked at the kitchen. Bakugo stood there with a smirk on his face. “Get your ass in the kitchen and eat. You need the energy.”

“Coming Bakugo.” Kiri laughed as Bakugo went back in the kitchen. Kiri brought my hand to his lips. “Caring in his own way.”

“Yeah, he’s a hard one to read but he definitely cares for his friends. Trust me, I got the hint quite well.” I looked at Mina and Kami with raised eyebrows. Kiri looked between me, them, and the kitchen.

“Wait, what did you guys do?” Kiri asked suspiciously. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet.

“Nothing that wasn’t helpful to the situation.” Kami rushed his words out before sharing a look with Mina.

“Bye!” She exclaimed and they both darted for their respective stairs.

“Guys!”

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Don’t Wanna Go -Tamaki

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+You and the Big Three are invited to a party. Mirio and Nejiere were going and so were you. You were still trying to convince Tamaki though. Eventually you relent and go to leave. You didn’t mean for him to hear it but he heard you mutter, “I don’t wanna go without you.” He grows guilty before Mustering up the courage to show up.

I finished adjusting my (skirt/dress parts) and walked over to my boyfriend. He looked up from his tablet and Smiled at me. I twirled for him before holding out my hands in silent question.

“You look very cute, bunny.” He said sweetly. I bounced in glee before going over to him. He set his hand on my waist as I leant down to peck his lips. His fingers played with the accent pieces on my waist. “I hope you have fun tonight.”

“Thank you.” I said. I went to brush my hair out one last time. “Are you sure you won’t Come?” I sat down next to him. He poked down the sleeves of his sweater over his hands.

“No.” He shook his head. My shoulders slumped and a pout came across my face.

“Please?” I asked cutely. I saw the ghost of a smile but he shook his head again. I pouted more before laying my head in his lap. His fingers immediately found purchase in my hair.

“Sorry.” He said.

“No, don’t be.” I looked up at him. I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over his cheek. “I know you don’t like big crowds. I won’t make you do something you don’t like.”

“Thank you bunny.” He pecked my forehead. He looked back at his tablet, pushing his hair behind his ear. “It’s getting close to time. You better get moving.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. ” I got up and turned to kiss him. I went to pull away but he kept me in place. “Tama…” I giggled against his lips. He pulled away finally with a blush. I walked towards the door grabbing my shoes on the way.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun. Mirio and Nejire Will be there so you’ll still have company.”

“You’re right. I’ll see you afterwards.” I said waving. I turned to the door and silently sighed. “But I don’t want to go without you.” I mumbled.

3rd POV

Tamaki’s shoulders slumped as he heard the wards leave their lips. He knew they didn’t mean for him to hear it but he had. He sat there for a while feeling bad about this situation. He was taken out of his bubble by a text from Mirio.

They’re so cute but they’re missing you. Attached was a pic of you. You were talking with someone but he could see the small pout still present on your lips. Tamaki sighed before locking his phone. He didn’t text back but ran to his room to get changed.

He took in a shaky breath as he approached the party. He grip the Sleeves of his shirt as he walked in. Tamaki’s eyes darted around the crowded room searching for you and your other friends. He finally saw your (h/c) hair and slipped through the crowd.

Y/N’s POV

I laughed at the joke before holding my nose when the feeling of liquid coming out hit. Mirio laughed at me, nearly falling to the floor. I hit him in the chest to help before feeling arms wrap around me.

“Hey! What do you…” I stopped when I felt the person bury their head in between my shoulder blades. A smile came across my face and leant my head back against his. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, bu-bunny.” He muttered into my shirt. I set my hands over his. He lifted his head and reburied his face in my hair. Mirio finally stood up straight and looked back at me. His eyes widened in glee as he saw his best friend hiding behind me.

“Hey there Tama! Glad you could make it.” He said before turning back to the conversation. I could feel Tama relax a bit behind me at Mirio not making a big deal of his arrival. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Hey there.” I whispered to him. He smiled and tightened his grip.

“Hi.” He stayed in close. I pecked his lips.

“I thought you didn’t want to come. What changed your mind?” I asked before my stomach dropped. I held his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” He smiled. “I just felt too bad. You really wanted me to come and…” He paused. “I heard you when you left the room. How you didn’t want to go without me…”

“Awe, Tama.” I smiled, relaxing. “That didn’t mom you had to come. I would have been fine.” I ran a hand through his hair. He hummed and leant into my hand.

“I know.” He opened his eyes. “Mirio also sent me a picture of you and I could see you were a little lonely.”

“He did, did he?” I shook my head in disbelief but sniced none the less. I kiss his nose. “Well I’m glad you’re here. Now let’s go get something to drink.”

We got drinks and came quickly. Tama seemed to be having a decent time. While still attached to me, he was talking to Nejiere. Mirio was on my other side. I waited for him to have a break in conversation before I smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed the sore spot, looking at me in betrayal.

“You know what that was for. I told you to leave him alone!” I chided. His expression morphed from betrayal to to cheeky shock.

“Well…” I hit him again. “Ow!” He yelped and covered his head to protect himself. “Sorry! But you have to admit he is enjoying himself. So, not sorry really.” He then disappeared through the wall.

“Seriously.” I groaned. Tama turned to me.

“What up bunny?” He asked.

“Just your ridiculous best friend. Drives me nuts.” He chuckled. He nuzzled his nose into my hair. I relaxed into him. He tucked my head under his chin. We just stood there for a while before I heard his stomach rumble. “Wanna bail and go get some food?”

“Please.” He said immediately. I laughed and grabbed his hand. We walked out and I shot a text to the blonde idiot letting him know.

“Hey Tama?” I spoke up after a bit of quiet walking.

“Yes bunny?”

“How about next time there’s a party, you try and convince me to stay instead of me trying to convince you to go?” He laughed and pulled me into his side more.

“I think I can do that, love.” He said. I smiled and joined in on laughing.

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Hi! If you cannot do this that is so okay, I know you said there’s not a guarantee on characters, but could you possibly do a Tensei Iida x reader? If not then totally disregard the following lol

Romantic/fluff, reader has a quirk called Photosynthesis that can make plants sentient and move at her will. Storyline follows the two before the Stain incident, where Tensei has a day off of hero duty and spends the day with the reader.

@tadahoni I hope you like it!! It took me a hot minute since I’ve never written for him. This turned out very cute & playful & I love it!!

ℝ !! Check guidelines for requests.

Day Off - Tensei Iida (Pre-Stain)

I groaned as I woke up. I blocked out the Sun out of my eyes before turning over. I arched my back, stretching out my stiff muscles until my back popped.

“Awe, that felt good.” I muttered. I laid back, relaxing my body. I started to doze off when I smelt food cooking. I shot up, holding the blanket to my chest. I finally remembered. “He’s home. It’s his day off!” I threw off the blankets, jumped from the bed, and threw on one of his shirts. I ran out the door and down the hall towards the Kitchen.

“Because you live and breathe. Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help.” I heard him singing softly as I approached.

“Tensei!” I exclaimed as I walked in. He turned to me with a big smile. He was shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on, Spatula in hand.

“Good morning sweetheart. Did you forget I had the day off?” I nodded before going over to hug him. He held me close to his chest and I breathed him in deep. He picked me up and set me down on the counter. “I know I work alot but…”

“Nope.” I placed a finger on his lips. “You have a responsibility as Ingenium and I understand. It’s okay.” He smiled before Kissing me. The sweet kiss turned into a slow make out session. He laughs against my lips.

“As much as I love this, baby. I don’t want to burn breakfast.”

“Mmm.” I whined, pulling him into a deep kiss before letting go. He backed up and my arms fell to my lap. He finished up the eggs. I looked up at the hanging planter. I stood up on the counter to get a good look at my herbs. I saw my parsley and waved my hand over it. The green haze fell from my hand and the plant grew. I plucked a couple pieces as Tensei spoke up.

“Alright, it’s all finished but could you…” I looked down at him and he was staring at me. I held out the parsley. “Yeah, that. Thank you.”

“Welcome.” I got down and sat at the bar. He set a plate in front of me before sitting down. We ate while making small talk.

“So what do we want to do today?” He asked while taking the dishes. I went to answer but was cut off by him groaning in pain. He grabbed his shoulder.

“Tensei?”

“It’s alright. I just had a run in with a villian with a nasty punch yesterday. So I’m a little sore.” He smiled back at me. 

“Alright, how about a hot bath first?” I cocked my head to the side.

“I could go for that.” He smirked.

A little while later after a long hot bath and a massage he plopped onto the couch. I laughed at his sprawled out position. I waved my hand and the plants by the window shut the curtains. He looked at them before looking back at me.

“I never thought I would have a house full of so many plants. But here we are.”

“And your brother complains about them being overgrown every time he comes over.” I comment. He laughed while opening his arms. I laid down on his chest.

“I try to tell him to relax but he’s so uptight. I have no clue where it comes from.” He shrugs.

“I can think of where. Plus, he is only trying work hard and live up to and be like his older brother. I could only imagine how he was when you told me when he got to be class president.” I said. “I love the kid but damn.”

“Tell me about it.” He chuckles before kissing my head. “But I love him too. And I am so God Damn proud of him. He’s doing so well.”

“Especially with what he and his classmates have already faced.” I added. “He’s going to be an amazing hero someday.”

“Yes.” We sat there in comfortable silence until he perked up. “Did you finish that book we were reading together?”

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Awesome. Can you possibly… read it to me?” He asked shyly.

“What? Is the great Ingerion not able to read a book?”

“Of course I can!” He exclaimed. “I have a very high reading level, it’s just… I like it when you read to me. The sound of your voice soothes me.” He blushed. 

“Alright, cool guy. Let me just find…” I sat up and looked around for the book. I saw it on the top shelf of a bookshelf next to the TV. At the appearance of the green hue around my hand, the vine plant on top of the bookshelf grabbed the book for me. It stretched Across the room to give it to me.

“That always amazes me.” He said. I smiled before patting my lap. He moved and set his head in my lap.

We sat there as I read out loud. It was a long while before we moved from that spot. We moved on from the book to watching some TV. There were a couple lacy make outs mixed in here and there. Before we knew it, it was lunch time.

“Do you wanna order in?” He asked as he got up. I nodded. “What do you wa…” His phone began ringing. He looked at it and groaned.

“Go ahead.” I said as my phone went off too. It was a text from Hawks. “I gotta take of something too.” I called the birdman as he spoke with some of his sidekicks. Luckily, neither of the calls took long.

“I’m gonna order some (F/Food) . Is that okay?”

“Yeah! How about in the meantime… We make my mom’s famous brownie cookies for dessert?” His eyes widened in excitement.

“Yes!” He nodded before swiftly making the call. He pranced over into the kitchen.

“You sure you’re the Oldest?” I asked. He gave me a  glare before pulling out ingredients we needed. Baking with him is an adventure. There’s dancing, sampling, messes, and food fights. Let’s just say, when the food came, Tensei’s hair was more white than dark blue.

“He looked at me like I was crazy before I told him we were baking cookies.” I laughed as he set the take out containers down.

“Well you do have flour I mean, everywhere.” He brushed off his clothes while rolling his eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” I bit my lip and darted my eyes around the room.

“Lilie’s.” I pointed to the Easter Lily in the corner.

“Yeah. Sure.” He came up behind me and took over panning the cookies. I let my arms drop and leant back into him. I turned my head and nuzzled into his neck. He hummed in delight before hugging me tight. “Thank you, Love.”

“For what?”

“You always make my days off amazing.” He said. “I’m always so relaxed and energized for the next day. It’s miraculous. I love you.” He nosed my cheek. I sighed and rubbed my thumbs over his hands.

“I love you too Tensei. I love doing this for you.” I turned and rubbed my nose against his before ghosting my lips over his. Our moment was interrupted by the sound of the oven. Tensei took the cookie sheet and put it in.

“How about we eat?” He asked. I nodded.

“You know, we should send some of the cookies to Tenya. He’s probably really stressed with school and I know how much he likes them.”

3rd POV

Tensei watched and listened to his partner talk about their worries for his brother, for him, and about other things that they were thinking about. He could listen to them talk all day. Hence him asking them to read to him earlier. As he admired them more, his mind went back to the little box he had hidden in the back of his drawers.

Maybe today’s the day… He thought to himself as he got a Kiss on the head. They’re attention made him forget, even for a moment, about the nasty, red eyed murderous villian that has plaguing the hero world.

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you knew since the moment you clumsily crashed into him on the ice rink, made eye contact with one another and held your breathe — that shouto todoroki had captured your heart to the point of no return.

you won’t ever forget the patience he had when you tried to remove yourself from him yet kept on slipping back towards his body, further entangling the both of you together.

he waits until you’ve calmed enough to focus your attention on him again before speaking up, assuring you that it was alright and he wasn’t angry or any of that sort at all. even going as far as to ask you if you got hurt and apologizes for not catching you.

gazing at his heterochromia eyes, you fought away the nervousness in yourself in favor of savoring the time you had being so close to your oh so dear friend.

you’ve thought him handsome and pretty on the first day you’ve seen him sat on his desk in yuuei. you also pondered the idea if he was secretly a prince in some country and was forced to stay here with people like you the longer you eyed his default blank face. for someone who was entering the hero industry, todoroki sure gave of the feeling of being a model or an idol instead (of course that didn’t mean good-looking people like him aren’t fit to become heroes. he’s more than capable of being a fantastic hero).

you never had any problem interacting with the man in front of you. there’s the occasional awkwardness you get from his personality that can’t be avoided but you all worked it out. in the end, your friendship was something you cherished greatly.

that is until tonight when you finally admit to yourself that you may have been developing some not-so platonic feelings for the half and half for quite a while.

were you willing to lose what you have with him just so you could tell him what you felt?

“(y/n),”

his voice brings you back to the present.

not only that, his touch on your skin undeniably breaks the troubling thoughts that is swirling inside your head.

“did falling perhaps damaged your brain?”

you would have laughed your ass off because of his unexpected choice of words if it wasn’t for the seriousness of his tone and the worry in his eyes. scratch that, his words aren’t unexpected at all. in fact, it was very shouto-like.

you shake your head and contently sighed while touching his warm hand that was placed on your right cheek. he reacts to your actions with a suprise look crossing his face, as if he hadn’t think you would do that.

he made no move to detach himself from you and you revel in the soft moment you two are sharing as of now in the nearly empty ice rink you had invited him and the others — who unfortunately couldn’t come — to go to and enjoy quality time while you were on your break.

“how do you feel?”

he asks you after seconds have passed and you’re still in the same position as earlier, forgetting the cold hard floor and the few people who had skate passed by where you two were laying upon.

“i feel like i need a kiss from you to make the ache on my head go away.”

you cheekily replied. you might not have the courage to confess but that won’t stop you from messing around and letting him know bits of your pining here and there.

it’s not like he’ll notice anything with him being somewhat oblivious to your hints and cues. nothing prepared you for what transpired next though.

you really ought to choose the things you say to todoroki or else he’d take them earnestly and do exactly what you were hoping him to do.

it was nothing more than a simple graze of his lips on your forehead and yet it flustered you to no end.

he quickly escapes from your hold and stared at anything else other than you. todoroki’s ears are slightly flushed and you notice him take a deep inhale as if he was anxious for what you’d do after that whole situation.

“is the pain gone now?”

it took you a moment to register his new question. grabbing the scarf that hangs loosely on your neck, you burrowed half of your face to hide the embarasssement that’s creeping inside you. you didn’t realize that he did the same thing.

“y-yeah. thanks, shouto.”

as you try to recollect yourself, you wondered if the man with you meant anything about that kiss he gave.

before you could come up with something plausible in your mind that didn’t involve him liking you back (because you didn’t think he even saw you that way) you see him reaching for your hand. you willingly give it to him and watch as he tenderly intertwines your fingers together.

“you might get a cold if we stay like this.”

todoroki says nothing else so you nod in agreement. he lifts you up and you momentarily lose your balance from how long your legs were sat on the freezing ice. one of his hand grabs your waist to steady you as you feel him hold your other one tighter while your free hand takes place on his shoulder.

you send a shy laugh his way when you realize how close your bodies are with each other again. it doesn’t bother you that you feel like a damsel in front of him even when you know you’re very much capable of going toe to toe with todoroki in a fight.

“this is nice.”

you say softly, brushing away a few strands of his colored hair that’s blocking his eyes making sure to evenly split away the red from the white. you hear him chuckle and as you stare at his eyes that always manages to keep your attention, you see that unmistakable familiar emotion in them when he looks at you back.

it’s the same expression you have for him, that expression of longing and wanting to be something more than just what you have right now.

maybe you weren’t wrong about your feelings being reciprocated after all should you find yourself confessing tonight.

a/n - reupload because i couldn’t decide if i should post it or not */dives back to bed

catching feelings ft. todoroki shouto

notes — not beta read so might have errors!reader is somewhat oblivious haha also mineta ain’t part of the class in this one (sorry not sorry)

when you first met shouto, you thought he was a person you couldn’t even begin to associate yourself with — ‘way too out of your league’ type of thing.

he was the definition of pretty boy™, comes from a prestigious well-known family, is one of the smartest people in your class, and is someone aiming to become an amazing hero with his flashy strong quirk. although he’s a bit behind on social cues and have a closed off personality, it just adds up to his character and makes him more endearing, is what you think.

there was that one time in the earlier months, he declared to midoriya he wasn’t here to make any friends, you were (borderline) devastated. you wanted to be his friend. you just weren’t able to because you were kind of intimidated to approach him. he did look like he’d either burn or ice you alive with his penetrating stare whenever you so much as go near him. you decided then and there to stay away from his path because not only does he not want anything to do with any of you, it just was highly unlikely for you to even have a chance with him because you were… well, you. you’re confident in yourself but the boy was seriously on another level so staying away from him it is.

everything was easier said than done.

it was difficult not to interact with the half and half boy especially when your green haired classmate turned best buddy had smoothly included todoroki in his group circle consisting you, ochako and tenya.

your infatuation towards the quiet boy in your class becomes stronger the longer you get to know him. pass all that coldness and mysteriousness his aura brings lies a kind, gentle and caring individual who never fails to make you smile. the small changes in the way he carries himself as well as the continuous development he has going on with all of you doesn’t go unnoticed. that’s when you knew there really wasn’t any escaping from todoroki shouto’s odd charms anymore.

days turned weeks and then months in which you make so many unforgettable memories with him. each moment spent with you and todoroki together engraved in your mind. he’d come a long way from where he once was. you remembered not being able to sleep the night you heard him tell everyone you were someone special in his life, afraid it was just something that your silly little brain had made up. you didn’t know why he thought of you that way considering you haven’t contributed anything significantly big to his self improvement (heck, that was like midoriya’s thing).

all you knew was that you, just like what any other friend would do, were by his side whenever he needed someone. you attentively listened whenever he talks about whatever it is that’s on his mind. he lets you tell stories to him when he’s content with what he’d said to you after. you were constantly looking out for him and cheering for him for all the effort he puts in socializing with others. most of the time you were the person he seeks out advice from on how to better communicate with your class, gladly teaching him a few things here and there. opening up was very difficult for todoroki but you were one of those people who patiently waited until he was ready to accept your genuine friendship.

you were fascinated with the trivial things he does, laugh at his awkwardness before making him comfortable again, focused whenever he’s the one infront demonstrating something for your lessons, and not to mention you actively annoy bakugo back in return for all the fights he kept picking with todoroki who doesn’t even care enough to get agitated by the blond’s actions.

as if someone had slapped the back of your head while reminiscing, realization crept up on you.

so maybe almost all the stuff you kept doing for him weren’t done as just a friend but it’s not like that’s important to anyone, right? it’s one sided and you’re not hoping for your good-looking classmate to reciprocate it. you convince yourself it’s enough for you what you have now with him.

your infatuation developed to something more in the lines of liking him.

the hero course was exhausting as ever. fortunately everyone was free to celebrate christmas together in the dorms without getting into any more tiresome activities like the joint training competition from last time. deciding to hold a party and even exchange gifts with a friend got you all pumped up. although there was a planned exchanged presents from whomever it is you luckily or unluckily get on that day, you supposed it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to give todoroki a separate one of his own after — like coupons for this popular restaurant that makes delicious cold soba. who knows? maybe he’d invite you to join him when he chooses to visit it.

soon, the whole living room was packed. everyone was hanging about and started idle conversations with one another. you all wore santa outfits and customized santa hats to make the event more fun and interesting. chaos was beginning to unfold, in a good type of way. when it was time to pick presents you almost couldn’t breathe from too much cackling when you got aoyama’s polaroid picture of himself.

the whole party lasted for a few hours before everyone was ordered to go to bed due to curfew. changing your clothes and fixing your appearance, you were just about to go and knock on todoroki’s door to give him your christmas gift when you opened yours and was met with familiar heterochromia eyes staring right at you.

surprise and confusion was seen on your expression when you saw todoroki, who’s still in the santa get up, randomly right at your door. he seems to understand the question behind your slightly raised eyebrows because he began holding his hand out in your direction which you now notice is cradling a tiny bouquet of what you’re sure are purple lilacs.

to say you were flustered was an understatement. you were utterly speechless and stuttering when you thanked him while you shakingly took them from his grasp, memorizing how it felt to touch him and the obvious difference in size between your hands. collecting yourself together and calming down, you successfully gave him the coupons without being an absolute embarasssement. it was worth it to see todoroki’s eyes widening when he learns what it was, a smile plastered on his lips.

you find out not a few seconds later that you weren’t the only person he’d given presents to — he thought about giving midoriya, ochako, and tenya too to show how much he appreciated them. you tried to mask the bit of dissapointment you felt about not being as special as you thought you were to him (you’re hanging on to the giddy thought that ‘the’ todoroki shouto just gave you freaking flowers! that’s so romantic!! besides it’s touching that he even thought about everyone so it also made you guilty you were sulking for something small) but for some unexpected yet welcomed reason, todoroki had picked up on your change in demeanor.

“my sister told me flowers contain different meanings.”

you perked up at that. curiously looking down at the bouquet and then back at his heterochromia eyes, you replied,

“oh! i know that one… umm mind telling me the meaning behind these lilacs then?”

he surprises you yet again when his eyes glint in what you think were amusement as he gave you a reserved laugh. you weren’t sure if you were dreaming but you were also pretty sure that todoroki’s cheeks were sort of reddening. he clears his throat and acted like he was contemplating whether or not he’d tell you until he chooses to gaze at your face and finally respond, you couldn’t fight the shy smile on your lips.

“goodnight, (y/n).”

he leaves you all alone standing there as he quickly resides back to his quarters. you couldn’t even say anything back before he very much disappeared, dazed from the way he softly said your name. you resisted the urge to slap yourself from being too absorbed in this emotions that you feel for the half and half, closing your door and sighing. you guess it wouldn’t hurt to search it up yourself. why couldn’t he just tell you instead? was it that embarasssing? or was it just not worth his time to explain anything to you? it’s just flowers, right? he did say his sister was the one who recommended them if he was gifting a girl. not his idea. just a gift to show appreciation, that’s what he told you.

shaking your head, you placed the lilacs somewhere safe on your desk, you made sure you were comfortably laying in your bed before going to the internet to look for the answers. you want a clear understanding tonight of just what it seriously meant when todoroki gave this to you so you could have a peace of mind. if anything about being a good friend comes up you’d cry yourself to sleep at how one-sided your feelings are for him and then laugh next because you were so ridiculous for remotely hoping for something more in the deepest part of you.

what greeted you on your phone however was something entirely different than you expected. it almost made you drop the device down hard at your face as a startled gasp came out from you.

minutes passed by, you kept your attention at the ceiling, not exactly sure what to do. your heart was beating so fast you’re worried that it would burst anytime. you tried punching yourself to wake up but you were very awake at the moment.

clutching the phone to your chest, you squealed and rolled over on your bed as you then screamed at your pillow due to the happiness that you felt. you were grinning so much and were giggling nonstop. you abruptly stopped when you heard a ping, notifying you that someone had just left you a message.

seeing who it was, your stomach fluttered as you read the three words that were sent by none other than todoroki.

‘cold soba tomorrow?’

you typed back a simple ‘okay’ not bothering to see if he had already seen it or not. you find yourself staring at the ceiling again, humming a melody you heard from the other day.

you were excited for tomorrow.

:i feel like the ending was rushed oml i’ll fix it when i get some inspiration again */cries

study date ft. midoriya izuku

notes — heart been owned by this cinnamon roll nowadays and it shows <33

you know you’re not supposed to mess around while your green haired boyfriend diligently reviews his notes from the earlier lessons in class. you know you shouldn’t even start planning on grabbing his attention away from it when you were the one that suggested to study the topic in your room earlier in the first place.

boredom manifested inside you quicker than you thought it would be which is why you’re now sprawled at your bed staring at izuku’s broad back, having the urge to ruffle his mop of broccoli hair. you debated on just browsing on your phone or messaging some friends to annoy them, but then decided observing the aspiring hero albeit creepily, was better. he must’ve sensed your heated gaze directed at him because you notice he stopped his self rambling and became a bit tense as he then slowly looked at you.

with a timid voice he hesitantly asks if there’s something wrong, which you answered with a little shake of your head. he raises an eyebrow at that as if telling you he knows there’s something else you want to say. you don’t reply and just kept your eyes on the freckles on his face, wanting to count them again. it’s a simple past time you find yourself doing — admiring the patches that are littered on different parts of his skin — only when he’s asleep. though sometimes he’s awake on those instances and pretends he isn’t. midoriya doesn’t know that you know of this, and you don’t have the heart to tell him anytime soon, because you realize he likes it a lot when you touch him so lovingly but is just too shy to tell you.

for a moment you’re so lost in thought, you fail to recognize the hand that cradles your cheek. it snapped you back to the present when you feel it apply the slightest pressure. you end up staring at izuku who was now hovering slightly above you, curiosity in his expression with a hint of concern, his notes completely forgotten.

when your name leaves his lips in a whisper, you knew you were done for.

nothing else mattered except him and his goddamn shy smile and that endearing blush that formed when he sees the way you visibly brightened at his full attentiveness finally directed at you.

with the exams coming up as well as other more pressing things to boot that comes with being a hero in training, it’s not a surprise that izuku and you haven’t been able to get some time alone together for quite awhile. the last nice uninterrupted date you remembered you two shared happened a few weeks ago.

so it’s not your fault that you’ve been missing him — very much, to be exact.

you totally didn’t pretend to invite him to study just to gawk at him stupidly. also definitely didn’t plan to watch a new all might documentary film as you snuggle under your blanket and catch up with each other. you didn’t anticipate the situation in which your boyfriend would have believed your idea so easily (like you don’t even study that diligently why doesn’t he think it’s suspicious you would start now), which then resulted to you absently staring at your book for half an hour until you gave up on it.

not bothering to hide the longing laced in your tone as you say his name back, you give him a pout and invite him with open arms that makes his heart flutter. he gives you the chance to wrap your arms around his neck as he positions himself to lay on your chest, careful not to put all his weight on you. you feel rather than hear him sigh with contentment and it makes you happy to know that he shares your unsaid sentiments.

you stay like this for some time, just basking on each other’s company and listening to each other’s breathing. he gives an appreciative hum when you place a chaste kiss on his green curls. you want him to know what you’re feeling right now and how hard you hoped for a sweet moment like this again with the love of your life. however, before you could get a chance to speak, he tightens his hold on your waist and stares at you again.

the look he gives you tells you enough — izuku’s figured everything out. he’s one of the smartest people you know so it wouldn’t be hard for him to connect two and two together.

when he sees you try to speak up for the second time, he lowers himself to give you a peck on the lips. you’re in disbelief yet also extremely flustered at what he’d done that it ultimately shuts you down. if you hadn’t caught his reddening ears, you’d have thought izuku had improved with initiating physical intimacy between you two.

“i miss you.” he murmurs gently in your ear, placing another innocent peck underneath it. you laugh wholeheartedly at his darling confession — ‘so he wanted to be the first one to say that line huh?’

with a grin and newly found energy, you squish his cheeks and gave him an eskimo kiss which in turn makes both of you giggle like lovesick idiots (which you both are).

izuku and you ended up doing what you planned, the green haired boy pointed out the fact you could’ve just asked him because he would’ve agreed in a heartbeat instead of putting an act to actually do school-related activities. you chose to ignore his comments so you could leave fleeting kisses on the scars of his fingers in peace.

everything else outside this secluded room of yours could wait for a moment.

right now, you’re pretty much enjoying the time you have with izuku as he once again starts his rambling of opinions for you to hear on the new all might documentary film he had already watched a couple of times alone.

movie night with bakugo katsuki

bakugo katsuki isn’t a fan of people — but he is for a fact, a fan of you.

an undeniable truth that everyone clearly understands as they silently watch both of you in the couch, you playing with the intimidating blond boy’s hair with a small smile as he sleeps peacefully on your lap, the occasional twitching of his eyebrows from the different noises seen.

movie night with the class tend to last longer than anyone expects it to be so you use it to your advantage. since sleeping in the same room isn’t allowed (aizawa’s scolding still engraved in your mind the first time he caught you two), you’ve been inviting him out to join the bonding experience with the intention of spending more time together and also because you really want to cuddle with him.

if it was anyone else persuading him to come, bakugo will surely give out a curse and flip them off. he’d rather train alone and go to bed early like he always does.

but because it’s youthat’s asking, of course he has to go.

it always starts the same way every time. he’d roll his eyes and snaps at you that it’s pointless to enjoy the evening with “some extras” yet you find him following you later to sit at the sofa, scowling at kaminari to back off from his spot or threatening to skin mineta alive for eyeing you up.

don’t get him wrong. he still thinks it’s pointless to be with a bunch of extras.

he doesn’t care about the movies or the not so quiet conversations of his annoying friends. he doesn’t even give attention to midoriya’s constant muttering when describing the film.you’rethe reason he’s here. you were the one that sought after his warmth at night — and it’s not like he’s complaining or anything because he’s just as much wanting it as you though he’d die before he admits that.

when you nudge him to lay on your lap and when your eyes twinkle with giddiness when he does so, bakugo finds it bearable to stay in the living room with everyone else. when you use your fingers to massage his scalp and when you intertwine your unoccupied hand with his large ones, bakugo finds it easy to close his eyes and just rest even with all the loud sounds. his ears never fail to catch your voice when you say something to your classmates. he waits for the moments that you’d laugh or complain about a scene because it’s the only ones he’d be willing to listen to.

he sleeps later than usual whenever there’s a movie night but who cares anyways when he’s with you and you’re softly tracing the features of his face?

rody soul having a crush on you

a/n: he now lives in my mind rent free i just had to come up with something

• screaming internally at how close you are to him that it only takes one little push from either of you to hold one another
• staring for who knows how long at you until he finally notices that he’s grinning so widely that it hurts his cheeks
• when you stare back, he’ll pretend that he was looking at something else while awkwardly giving out excuses such as “the cloud behind you looks like a poop”
• he tries so hard to remain unbothered with your casual flirting — throwing his own ones back at you — but pino shows just exactly how he’s embarrassed and wants to crawl inside a hole
• rody thanking whatever being he can name because you don’t know his quirk so pino can just do whatever and you wouldn’t even think of associating the bird’s action to his
• inviting you out to get new clothes together then eventually holding a competition of who has better taste in fashion and he’s very much okay losing to you
• enjoys playing hide ‘n seek when you’re the one furiously seeking him out and he’s laughing at how you’re so bad at the game that he ends up blowing his position
• remembering the things you say to him and when rody has the extra money, he’ll get you what you’ve been gushing about for days as a present
• he’ll shrug when you sincerely thank him saying it was no problem at all, ignoring the way pino was receiving head pats and pecks from you because haha of course she was all over your face (that sly bird)
• greatly admires the way you spend your precious time with him together with roro and lala
• both of his siblings see you as their big sister and the first time rody hears them call you in that way, he swears his heart just did a somersault
• he skillfully avoids questions thrown at him by roro about you and him being together
• lala playing matchmaker for him and he has to beg his adorable cute younger sister not to play with him like that “do something else please!”
• if you’re a big fan of their little family, he’d be happily willing to tell you all the funny and memorable stories of their childhood
• one night of recalling the past with you makes him quite sentimental and he can notice you being curious about their history
• asking about his mother’s death and father’s disappearance in their life results with rody admitting how much he struggled taking care of his brother and sister while only being a kid himself
• all that growing up they had to do without their parents, learning how to survive on their own, as well as putting up with the mistreatment others have showed them took a toll on him than he would have expected
• pino is chirping sadly on your lap as he remains strong in appearance, not wanting to burden you further
• the moment you tell him how much of a good brother he is and you’re glad to have met him he couldn’t help the tears that escaped his eyes as he quietly sobbed with pino
• lending your shoulder, he tightly hugged your side grateful that you couldn’t see the small smile forming on his lips when he hides his face on the crook of your neck
• he’s genuinely appreciative of you for being there for him that he on the spur of the moment told you how he felt about you
• a simple “i have a crush on you” left his mouth that he felt you take an intake of air which made him freeze and which then made pino chirp frantically, her wings attempting to get him out of the room
• “…i like you too rody but don’t you think that was so random?”
• hearing you laugh brought his confidence back as he finally met your stare and chuckled, wanting to look cool in front of you and not look like a lovestruck fool
• the mood brightening up when the two of you joked back and forth at the confession, finding out how and when you crushed on each other
• you just had to ask why pino looked like she was flustered and malfunctioning that he couldn’t keep it any longer from you and told you what his quirk was
• rody may have been teased since that moment on by you but it did earn him your endless shower of affection towards him — intent on being the person that gives rody the love he truly deserved

Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight supremacy (nsfw-ish/suggestive themes ahead!)

he traps you against the wall between both of his muscular arms, inching closer to your personal space so you wouldn’t have any chances of escaping. his usual spiky blond hair is down, droplets of water falling down and wetting him and yourself.

you involuntarily make yourself smaller than you already were with katsuki bakugo.

he looks like a predator taunting its helpless prey before they eventually feast on them. you see his lip tug upwards — a playful smirk. oh.

you want nothing more than to hide your face right now, and he’s out here having fun seeing you miserable.

“say it.”

he whispers near your ear, earning a shaky exhale from you when he lightly grazes his teeth on your earlobe.

refusing to succumb to his wish, you shake your head and placed your hands on his chest to push him away and create distance. your effort is futile though as he doesn’t even move from where he was standing.

curse his amazing sturdy ripped body. that tank top he’s wearing should be illegal.

“(y/n),”

he lets one of his hands wander agonizingly slow from your neck. your shoulder. on your arm. your waist. and then it stays still on the flat of your back. his gentle touches succeeds in making your body pliant for him. he hums in approval when he catches you staring at the way his mouth moved to say your name.

“i’m waiting.”

resisting becomes harder for you when he kneads softly at the area which his hand was on. he positions himself yet again closer to you until there’s no more space left in between you both. you could now feel his hot breath fanning your face more so than earlier. it begins to affect you, spreading the warmth he brings to your entire being.

“or would you rather let me force the words out of you?”

gulping harshly, you gathered the courage to gaze at his sharp dark crimson eyes (that’s already eyeing you so intensely you swear you can melt right there and then).

“k-katsuki,”

“yeah?”

you licked your bottom lip in nervousness. you see the way he huffs after your little action and how he pushes you more to him. gosh you really wish you could ignore the clear indication of katsuki’s want for you but it’s difficult when it’s obviously pressed up against you. and good lord it’s still as massive as ever. it’s embarassing how it starts making you rub your thighs together, excited for what it is that’ll soon happen.

you hate your body for betraying your goal to get out of this predicament you’ve found yourself in.

of course katsuki notices this — he always does from your reactions — and spares you the relentless teasing in favor of hearing you utter the words you ‘jokingly’ texted you said you’ll tell him in person. you should’ve known this explosive boyfriend of yours would do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

with your heart hammering loudly in your chest and your hands gripping tightly on his shirt, you shut your eyes and finally caved in.

“please make me your g-good little girl.”

you could only yelp in surprise when he suddenly hoists you up in the air, your legs and arms wrapping around his waist and neck for support. when you looked back down at him, katsuki’s red eyes were glowing with pure promise of chaos and mischief towards you. he sends you a deep chuckle with his gruff voice and runs his own tongue on his teeth, preening at the way you unconsciously let out a slight whimper.

“happy birthday to me.”

okay now please stop bothering my thoughts porcupine i feel bad for not posting anything on the april 20th *cries*

A/N: so excited to be a part of the underground’s “underground” collab! i was happy to get a chance to write something like this as i’ve been itching for a good ol’ fashioned fight au! hope you all enjoy <3 this is my baby and i punched it out in under three hours lol 

CHARACTER PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader

WORD COUNT:6,158

WARNINGS: lots of blood, fighting, swearing, some quick sex scenes, toxic relationship, toxic reader?? maybe??, no real happy ending + open ending

SYNOPSIS: some questionable decisions brings a mysterious man in your life. how much do you really know about him? 

want to wade through the depths of the underground a bit more? Click HERE!

the multicolored lights danced around your body, illuminating you in an ethereal glow. your frame swayed to the beat of the music, letting the notes carry you through all your stress and worries. after a long week at work, it was time to unwind and relax. your friends had found this private, underground club only a few weeks prior and had been begging you to come. you had relented only when your workload had eased up enough for you to not feel guilty spending time away from your house. clubbing wasn’t your thing but after a couple of drinks, you felt loose enough to forget why you ever hated it. your head may hurt you in the morning but for now, you threw your arms up in the air, skin sticking to skin as you jumped to the sounds around you.

after a few more songs and one more drink that half spilled down your chin, you shimmied your way out of the throng of people and eyed the crowd from the sidelines. the chilly air and slight breeze instantly cooled your sweaty body. swaying on your feet, you pressed your hand against the concrete pillar next to you, accidentally touching hands with a guy who looked less than enthused to be there. half-heartedly apologizing, you moved your to wipe the salty liquid from your forehead, turning to look at the guy who stood on the other side of you. his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat sheening off his body, muscles prominent as he used the column for balance. he seemed to be swaying on his feet and upon closer inspection, what you thought was face paint was actually blood splattering his face, rivulets running down his neck and pooling at the collar of his wife beater. 

“uh, hey man, are you okay?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to get involved but feeling like you needed to anyways.

“‘m fine,” he replied, not even bothering to glance your way.

you were content to give it up at that until you looked at him again and noticed his face was turning white, his hand gripping onto the concrete like his life depended on it, which you were sure in the moment it probably did. with a disgruntled huff, you shuffled your petite frame underneath his arm, propping him up to the best of your ability. his red eyes shot to yours and then closed quickly, as if that movement alone made him sick. 

“alright dude, while i typically would mind bringing a guy home the first time i met him, i think i need to make an exception for you.”

“what are you talking about?” he choked out, eyes still closed, his body finally starting to lean against you, his muscles straining under the tension of trying to keep himself upright.

“c’mon, let’s get you out of here. and please don’t be some sort of ax murderer. i’m not in the mood to deal with that. i’ve had a shitty week and while i’ve enjoyed the past few hours here, i think half of my friends are too drunk to understand what’s going on and the other half have been trying to herd them out of here so i think that’s my cue to leave too. even if they didn’t want to leave, i think i’d leave anyways. ya know, clubs were never my thing. this one time…”

you continued to ramble as you led the brooding and bleeding man out into the cool night air, talking more to yourself than him, amused as he let out noncommittal grunts on your very prominent pauses. you weren’t sure if he knew what was going on, if he was coherent and understood that you were a stranger taking him away but you were glad you could help and only hoped that he wouldn’t steal all your shit and disappear in the middle of the night or worse, strangle you in your sleep. with the way your life was going, both of those options seemed plausible, but something about leaving a man bleeding out on the outskirts of a seedy dance floor didn’t sit right in your stomach, so you trudged on, shoving his body into a cab before crawling in next to him, flashing an apologetic smile to the driver. you tipped heavily as you hauled your handsome stranger out of the car, frowning as you noticed that he smeared blood all over the back of your white shirt, his hands gripping it firmly as he tried to find purchase in the dimly lit night. 

it took all of fifteen minutes to coax him up one flight of stairs, heaving with all your might as you took it one step at a time. once he was at your door, he collapsed against it, smearing blood against the wood. you took the time to really pay attention to his wounds and sighed, wondering what you got yourself into and why you didn’t just take him to the hospital like a normal person would. clearly, this guy wasn’t okay and needed serious medical attention, but the second you brought it up to him, he glared at you, asking you if you were stupid for even suggesting something like that.

at least he can still hear, understand, and speak, so i guess he can’t be too bad.

you muttered back at him, half-assed insults about his porcupine hair and bad attitude, but still pulled him back up and through your door. 

“you’re sleeping on the couch, if you can make it there. and for the love of god, please try to keep the blood to a minimum.”

“tch, like i can help that when i’m bleeding from… well… everywhere,” he grumbled back, practically crawling to the couch before lifting himself unceremoniously onto the cushions. you winced as you saw blood smudge all over the leather before resigning with a sigh. you’d either spend time scrubbing your couch or toss it and hope a work bonus came soon enough to get a new one. 

“i’m going to get you some supplies. don’t go anywhere,” you ordered, shuffling into your bathroom to dig the giant first aid kit out from the back of your closest, a nearly forgotten first apartment gift. 

a minute later, you snuck back into the living room, setting the large tote loudly on the coffee table. the man, who you realized never introduced himself, was half asleep on your couch. you smacked his knee and reeled your head back as his fist came flying towards you. 

“jeez dude, i bring you back to my place to help you and the first thing you do is try to hit me? very rude and unmanly.”

“you sound like a mix of my mom and my best friend, which is not a good combination. and who goes around hitting people without expecting to be hit back?” he retorted, leaning forward to examine what you had brought out.

“bring some water and a washcloth,” he ordered, beginning to dig into your first aid kit like he knew what he was doing.

normally, you would argue, but you had made about a million and one questionable decisions today and were too tired to think. a quick trip to the kitchen and you had a cup of warm water in one hand and a barely used dish towel in the other.

he took them with a grunt, perhaps his form of thanks, before taking the mirror out of the kit and examining himself, dabbing the cloth in the water and wiping the blood away from his face and neck. he seemed much more alert and awake when he had a job, something to focus on, so you sat down on the coffee table in front of him, watching him work as he carefully cleaned his wounds, not even wincing as he wiped alcohol pads over the various cuts and scrapes. 

“are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” he asked finally, looking up with cautious yet curious eyes.

“this is kinda fascinating and i’m also a bit terrified and also exhausted so yeah, i’m just going to space out here while you do your thing. mind telling me your name so i don’t have to keep referring to you as “bloody man” in my mind?”

“Bakugou.” 

you hummed, replying with your own name before settling back into a strange yet somehow comfortable silence. when he was done bandaging himself, you threw the cloth in the dirty clothes bin and then thought again, tossing it in the trash, the cup discarded in the sink.

“didn’t anyone ever tell you to not let strangers in your house?” he asked as soon as you returned. though the words sounded menacing, they held a pinch of concern and a lot of exhaustion.

“with the week i’ve had, i wouldn’t even be surprised if something bad happened from my decision to bring you here but when you see a guy about to pass out, bloody and confused, in a creepy, underground club, you assume that nobody is going to help him and that he really has nowhere to turn. so why the hell not, be my guest for the night, and if you don’t steal anything or kill me, i consider that a win. i don’t want to know what got you in this predicament, just reassurance that you’ll be okay.”

“aw darling, we just met and you’re already concerned about me?” he cooed, leaning forward even more until your faces were inches apart.

you would usually be flustered but the incredulous night you had paired with the drinks flowing through your veins had you only chuckling.

“i have a savior complex. i want to be a hero and do something good for someone for once. it’s less about helping you and more about helping me feel good about myself.”

“well, at least you’re honest sweetheart. ‘m not gonna kill ya or steal anything. you’re real fucking weird for bringing me here but a couch to crash on is something i won’t pass up so as long as you don’t have any sort of creepy agenda or plans, i’ll take it, no matter your real reason for bringing me here.”

you chuckled again before moving to the other side of the couch, throwing a couple of blankets his way and bidding him a goodnight. he responded with a wave, immediately passing out moments after he had settled down. you spent only a few minutes getting ready, brushing your teeth, going to the bathroom, throwing on modest sleeping attire in case he tried anything odd and then promptly passed out yourself.

when you woke up the next morning, there was a bottle of medicine next to you with a glass of water, a simple thanks written on the back of a takeout menu. you shrugged, mildly disappointed Bakugou didn’t stick around but thankful that you had gotten a chance to experience something so wild to begin with. your life had been very boring and stressful lately and any chance, weird or not, to feel something, you took without hesitation. 

when you had finally gotten ready for the day, you prepared yourself for the worst: something stolen, the apartment in disarray, a mass murderer secretely hiding under your couch, but you were mildly surprised to find the first aid kit packed neatly on your coffee table, blankets folded and thrown over the back of the couch, the only indication someone had been there being the blood stains all over the leather. with a shrug, you resigned yourself to a quick breakfast and a trip to the store to see if any couches may fit your budget and your modest sized apartment. 

just as you were able to leave, you heard a firm and sharp knock on the door. your jaw clenched, headache coming back full force at the loud noise, before rolling your shoulders back and opening the door. your head cocked to the side as you saw a few men, smiles plastered on their faces as they held a clipboard out to you, asking to confirm your name and address.

“what’s this for?” you asked suspiciously, hand clenching the door as you glanced next to you to make sure your baseball bat was there, just in case.

“Mr. Bakugou has ordered a new couch for you. we’ll be taking the, uh, soiled one out and replacing it with this new one. just need a quick signature and we can be in and out of your hair in minutes,” the kind man explained, holding the clipboard up to you once more. you signed wearily, making sure to read over every single line on the paper. the second you handed the paper back to him, you opened the door and invited the men in. within ten minutes, they had your bloody couch out and a new, much nicer leather couch, one without cracks in the seat, sat in your living room. you thanked the men and attempted to tip them but they shook their heads, promising that Bakugou took care of everything, tipping their hats before shutting the door behind them with a wave. 

you sat, dumbfounded, before reading over the receipt of purchase they had left you, flipping it over to see a single number written on the back. a laugh left your lips as you stared at the number, wasting no time to send a thank you text which was met with a simple you’re welcome. 

for days after that, you pestered Bakugou, trying to figure out who he was or what he did, learning plenty about his childhood, his friends and what he liked to do for fun but little about his actual life. he was surprisingly responsive, though he had attitude, as if your questions were a bother, but you knew better. he was relishing in the attention and you were relishing in the newness and mystery.

it went back and forth for weeks before you finally asked to see him again. your usual anxiety and awkwardness around guys went out the window with him. he was simply too interesting to forget about and even if he wasn’t into you like you were, you still wanted to be around his confident and intoxicating presence.

the first time you saw him was for ice cream in the middle of winter. it was an odd decision, him ordering a simple chocolate and you vanilla if for nothing more than to argue with him over what was better. the bantering came easy to you and you noticed him getting caught up in your words more than once. it felt nice to be around him but you were still itching to know more about his life. he kept it vague during your conversation and you assumed he chose a very public place so that he could avoid a more personal interrogation. you were persistent yet careful with your questions, not wanting to scare him away, but needing to know as much as you could. something about him screamed confidence, danger, desire, power, something you never really had in life but so desperately wanted. 

the second time you saw him was a little more quiet, a quaint walk around the park, but still public, with plenty of people around and prying ears that cast questionable glances your way, as if you were in some sort of danger around the man who had enraptured your heart. you managed to get more out of him then than the first time, learning more about his family and home life, but his lips were sealed when it came to where he worked and you assumed that that’s where his power came from. you thought maybe he was some big hot shot corporate guy with a hankering for gambling, pretty women, alcohol or drugs. he seemed to be willing to pick fights at the littlest of inconveniences and you were sure his vice had something to do with the seedy club you met him at but boy, were you wrong. 

the third time you saw him, this time at a small diner, he told you point blank to stop asking about where he worked. he told you that he wasn’t interested in you like that, that he was just a friend who was repaying his debt to you, and you had almost believed him if not for the fact that he kept texting you after that. despite your hefty desire to know more about him, you attempted to respect his space, but your distance bothered him as much as it bothered you and before you knew it, he was knocking at your door, lips finding purchase on yours, hands tangled in your hair as he muttered about how shitty you were for making him feel this way, how dumb you were for letting him in your apartment, how he wanted to ruin you and yet make you the happiest person at the same time, how he could never really let you in like you needed him to, how you would never be happy and satisfied with what he could give you. the list went on and on in between kisses and deep breaths, hands planted firmly against your waist, teeth nipping your neck, legs tripping over one another as he threw you against the couch he had bought you only a couple months prior. 

your hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him firmly against you, wanting to break him down in the rawest form possible. if you couldn’t know it all, if you’d never be happy together forever, you at least wanted this moment with him, something to remember him by, toxicity and lust, anger and desire, love and loss, every inch of his soul was to become yours for at least one night.

your shirt was ripped down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, his own pulled swiftly from his body. he was a man of few words at times, careful to tell you so much that you felt like you’ve known him for life yet so little that you didn’t even know if you could trust him. in your heart, you felt like you did, but your brain screamed for you to run, that he was someone that could ruin your life but you didn’t care. all you needed was him. 

clothes continued to fly across the room, his tongue finding your clit with quick licks, your hand finding purchase in his hair, trying to ground yourself to this reality, to him. your thighs were covered in purple marks, fingers digging bruises into your plush hips, your first orgasm being drawn out of you expertly, your voice a harsh cry against the softness of the tv in the background.

his first thrust was slow and deep, allowing you to feel every inch of him, his body covering you, encasing you, protecting you, trapping you. he was an enigma even in such a vulnerable moment, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, promising a life of luxury, promising a life of risks, if only he could let you in. you pleaded with him, cried out his name, wrapped your legs around his torso, crossing your heart and hoping to die if it only meant that he would let you in like you wanted, like you needed. you thought you had him figured out, who he could’ve been, what he was, but you were thrown into a sea of darkness, the sirens calling out their song of sorrow and despair as you struggled to swim in the confusion. 

you came too fast and so did he, pent up desire causing you both to cling to one another as if your lives depended on it. when you woke up the next morning, you were covered in a blanket, a simple i’m sorry written on the same takeout menu that he had left for you all those months ago. you cried, your tears smearing the ink, snot bubbling in your nose. you cried until your throat was hoarse and your body tense, wrapped up in a blanket that smelled just faintly enough of him to hurt your heart even more. when you had finally gotten up for the day, the sun a bright speck in the sky, you noticed a package of clothes on the counter, replacements from the ones he had ruined the night before, fresh tears spilling over your cheeks as you realized that he wouldn’t be coming back. 

it had taken a few weeks and some major coaxing for your friends, the party animals, to get you out of the house and back into the nightlife. they had, of course, found something exciting to do again. this time it was an underground fighting ring in the same district as the club where you had met him. you didn’t want to go, the simple proximity causing your stomach to churn, but they insisted that they wouldn’t go that close to the club, that watching some dumb meatheads fighting one another would allow you to get some of your anger out. after that, and a promise that you could leave at any time without repercussion, you had relented, letting them drag you out and about.

it felt like you were a teen again as you snuck through alleyways and down dingy doors, saying a secret password and slipping the bouncer money as you ducked into the club. the room was filled with the haze of cigars and weed, choking you as you adjusted to the thickness. blinking, you admired the crowd, a mixture of everyone milling about, throwing money around as they gambled on different people, hoping their fighter would win for the night. while you weren’t interested in gambling yourself, you enjoyed people watching and so you took a seat with your friends, happy to be present for the night. you relished the tension in the air, the spark of a fight waiting to be set off by one single hot head who got a little too cocky or one dumbass who got too pushy. the thin veil of danger set your veins on fire, your senses heightened. you were so enraptured with the hustle of the bypassers that you didn’t even realize that the first fight was starting. as soon as the fists started flying, you became even more enamored. there was so much adrenaline coursing through the air as everyone, you included, shouted and screamed, some cheering on a fighter, some booing, some just caught up in the whirlwind of it all. it was all so much and yet so cathartic at the same time, your anger bubbling over, thinking of everything that had happened.

a few more fights occurred, the shouting only continuing to get louder as the night led on to the grand finale. two of the best fighters in the underground scene were going to be pitted against one another. they were friends by day and enemies by night, doing it all for the money and power that came with the territory. you vibrated as the first man, a tall, bulky red head, took the stage, introducing himself as Red Riot. the crowd had mixed reactions, some cheering loudly for the young fighter, others booing, clearly favoring the other guy. you waited with baited breath to see who he would be pitted up against but as the smoke cleared, you saw a tuft of blonde, spiky hair, and your blood ran cold. your voice caught in your throat as Bakugou, your Bakugou, was introduced as Dynamight, the fighter taking on Red Riot tonight.

your friends either noticed your reaction and chose to let you have peace or were too enraptured in the noise to pay attention but either way, you were happy that you had time to process your emotions. the smoke was thick enough to haze the vision and you weren’t in the front lines so you didn’t think he would see you, but you also knew that one real good look into the crowd would reveal you to him. while you wanted to run away, you stayed put, your chin set high and shoulders squared back. you were prepared to face him, to see him for who he truly was, to know his darkest secrets, except this time, you would leave them in the dark, for he was no longer yours and truthfully, never was to begin with.

the fight started off slow, the men testing each other with a few half hearted punches, but as the crowd riled up, so did the guys. Bakugou managed to land a solid right hook to Red Riot’s face but he bounced back immediately, sweeping his leg out in an attempt to knock Bakugou off his feet. he jumped back quickly, kicking his leg out in an attempt to catch Red Riot’s but missed. he was now off balance and Red Riot took that as a chance to push forward, slamming his body into Bakugou’s as they both crashed to the ground. they grappled for a few minutes, the cheering deafening before Bakugou took his fist and slammed it into the side of Red Riot’s head, kicking into his stomach and scrambling up, using the momentum to bring his heel into Red Riot’s chin. after a few seconds, the ref shimmied onto the stage, raising Bakugou’s hand in victory as his opponent laid on the ground, out cold. 

a strange sense of pride, relief and anger washed over you. suddenly, everything made sense. why he was always jumpy, covered in blood and bruises from time to time, how he only ever wanted to spend time in public, how he thought he couldn’t be with you because you would judge him for what he did, how he didn’t want to bring you into this life of shade and danger. you understood and yet rage boiled over you at the thought that he took that choice away from you, that he never gave you a chance to choose for yourself. how different things could’ve been if you had only known, been able to clean him up after a fight, run him a hot bath and tell him how proud you were as you rode his cock, learning to fight together, learning to protect yourself, learning to protect him. instead, you were sentenced to a life of sadness, emptiness, hollowness, a life that may be safe but served no real purpose. 

as you thought about everything that had happened, you looked up to the ring, eyes locking with his, defiance flashing in your gaze as he stared at you with unreadable eyes. murmuring to your friends that you had enough adrenaline for one day, you promptly turned around, disappearing into the shadows. Bakugou had desperately wanted to run after you, mistaking your defiance for disappointment, but instead he climbed out of the ring and shoved his way into the locker room, breaking down as he realized that he had really lost you forever. little did he know, he would see you again.

months had passed since he had seen you last. a month after the fight, he had trailed over to your apartment, wanting to see you, to make sure you were okay, to explain everything and make amends, to maybe see if he could have you in his life again, however selfish that may be. he worked in a dangerous profession and knew that you being a part of that meant that you were in danger too, with many people wanting him hurt, or even worse, dead, but he also knew that he had taken that choice away from you without ever telling you the truth, afraid of what you might say. he needed to make things right, but when he got to your door, a very confused older lady had opened it, explaining that she had just moved in two weeks ago and the previous tenant was no longer there. 

he spent the next three months exhausting all resources trying to find you to no avail. your friends said you had put in your two weeks and disappeared from work, saying you needed to travel and take time for yourself to see the world. he couldn’t find where you had gone and only hoped that you were safe on a beach somewhere, enjoying life like you had deserved. he fucked up something that was good, too good for him, too pure for him, just because he was scared, and while he would never forgive himself, he was beginning to be okay knowing that you were alive and happy somewhere out there. life continued onwards as he fought, won money, bought nicer things, shut himself off from the world and did whatever he could to fill the void in his heart to no avail. 

it was only when he heard that you were back in town that he began to have hope again. your friends reached out to him and told him that they were going to be at the fight that night, that you had gotten them all tickets, that you were ready to finally talk and see him face to face after all this time. his heart cracked at the thought of the pain that he put you in but he didn’t let your friends know that, replying that he hoped things could go over smoothly and that you were happy. secretly, he would be fighting for you, hoping that you could see him at his worst and still tell him you loved him anyways. even if you came to yell at him and call him a piece of shit, he would welcome it, knowing he could say everything he needed to say and move on one way or another. as long as he could talk to you tonight, things would be okay. 

he texted you right before he began fighting, telling you that he missed you, his vulnerability seeping through with those simple words. you only responded that you would see him soon and good luck. according to everyone he had talked to, this fighter was new, reckless, calculating and not afraid to take risks, but Bakugou was experienced and wasn’t scared of the new guy. he was fighting for you and would do anything to win. 

Bakugou walked into the ring, ignoring the crowd, zeroing in on his opponent. the strange guy had his hood up and his back was facing him but Bakugou still sized him up, determining that he was nothing special. the ref announced that the fight was to begin and Bakugou wasted no time charging, slamming his fist into his opponent.

a wicked laugh rung out, hushing the crowd as everyone stared, incredulous, as the hooded opponent pulled their hood down. it was then that Bakugou stumbled back, nearly dropping to his knees as he stared at your face, blood trickling down your nose and settling in the pits of your teeth. 

“aw, Bakugou, cat got your tongue?” you cooed out, sending him a wave.

one second you were across from him and the next, your knee was planted firmly into his stomach, your right leg going in between his as you hooked your ankle into his knee ditch, hitting the tendon and whisking his left leg out from under him. caught off balance, you reeled your fist back and slammed it into his face, sending him stumbling down onto one knee.

with his face leaning towards the ground, you brought your right knee up to his face, blood spattering as his head was thrown back. he reached out to grab your middle, begged you to stop, asked you what you were doing here. he didn’t care that you were beating the shit out of him, he would let you do that any day if it made you feel better, but to get to a club like his you would’ve had to do a lot of fighting, made some shady deals and dig yourself deep into the pits of hell. you were too pure for this, too pure for him, so why were you here?

“you made the decision for me long ago that i didn’t deserve to be here. i could’ve been in your corner, could’ve been helping you, but instead, you cast me aside for your own selfish reasons. so i made the decision myself. i cut ties with everyone i knew, friends, family, you, so i could become someone you never wanted me to be but someone i’ve always known i was. and now, i’ll just prove to you how little you knew me, just like i never knew you, even though i loved you.”

he tried to tackle you to the ground, his sheer size overpowering you, but you dug your thumbs into the grooves of his neck, his vision going blurry as the blood to his brain was cut off. as soon as his grip loosened, you shoved him away from you, preparing yourself as he scrambled to his feet. your fists reflexively came towards your face, shoulders hunched as you waited for his next move. he wasn’t attempting to hurt you, just make you submit, but you weren’t Bakugou and you weren’t afraid to fight in order to win.

as his body came bolting towards you again, he leaned down, wanting to bear hug you to the ground once more. your fists came out to grab his shoulders and, with his face right in yours, reared your head back to slam it into his nose, blood spraying on your scalp as he reeled back once again. confusion and hurt clouded his eyes as he eyed you up. to you, this wasn’t revenge, you didn’t hate him, but you did need him to know that you weren’t some innocent little girl that he put in danger. you were your own person and you would do anything to win.

he squared his shoulders, his own fists coming up to his face, seriousness setting in his brow, finally taking you for his opponent and not the girl he loved with every fiber of his being. his left fist came out to test your reflexes. you let him test you, let his hand break through your defenses, let him beat into you, let him feel like he was winning. you were waiting for the right moment to end him and you knew it would soon come.

the adrenaline of the fight began to kick in for Bakugou and soon he was a cocky, smiling mess. to him, this fight meant that he could show you that this life wasn’t for you. it wasn’t about forgiveness now but rather saving you from yourself. you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into and he blamed himself for every allowing it to happen.

he saw you getting weaker, saw how his punches affected you, how the blood ran down your face, how your nose sat a little more crooked, how you spat out the iron liquid every few minutes, your hands bruised and littered in cuts from blocking his attacks. he knew he had to hit you with everything he had, not back down. you deserved to see him at his worst.

Bakugou stepped back and for you, everything happened in slow motion. his left fist came back, ready to punch, when you stepped forward with your right foot, your left hand going into his shoulder, dislocating it from the socket, ducking underneath his other arm as you swept his feet out from under him, his face planting to the ground, knocking him out cold from the sheer pain and impact. you stood, unmoving over his body as the ref climbed onto the stage to raise your hand in victory. you watched as Bakugou rolled onto his back and then sat up, eyes boring into yours, confusion laced in his gaze. wordlessly, you crawled next to him, popping his shoulder back into place without warning, not even flinching as he screamed out in agony. 

you stood up, swaying slightly as people booed and cheered at you. you saw your family, friends, coworkers, anyone you knew that would be willing to come, all lined up, watching you with wide, scared eyes. the look of awe and understanding on their faces was something that you would never forget. 

without turning around, you spoke loudly, “if you want to talk, we can talk, but i believe now you’ll know that you made the wrong choice. i could’ve been by your side but now i’m in too deep, too power hungry, too addicted to the taste of blood in my mouth, to the adrenaline running through my veins, that i can never turn back. you either accept me as i am, as you allowed me to be, or turn back now, but know that nothing you do will change me. i am who i’ve always meant to be: powerful.”

Bnha x danganronpa x reader

No quirks au 

A/N : BAhaha I didn’t even get 10 notes but f/ck it I’ll write it anyways. This might be hella long so lemme know if you want to be added to a taglist. There’s gonna be a traitor so stay to find out!!!

I really hope I get at least like 3 readers on this T^T 

Also it’s not going to be strictly Danganronpa like class trials, more just a play or die 

Warnings : Swearing, mentions of shooting & bombing 

Words :  1,295

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Chapter 1

The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves 

The day had just started like any other. 

It was at least another 10 minutes before class started and most of your classmates were already there by the time you walked through the doors. 

“Y/N!” Mina called, waving you over as you dumped your bag down next to your seat.

“Morning.” you replied with a smile, pulling a chair to sit next to Kaminari as you listened to them talk about their weekend. Kirishima began talking about a new shop that had opened up near the shopping centre. 

The conversations started fading to background noise as you felt a sense of dread wash over you. Nothing had seemed ever so slightly out of place as you entered the classroom, yet the feeling of utter despair still weighed heavy on you as you turned around to try and spot anything peculiar.  

There was of course something wrong with the door. A wire, you supposed, chalking it up to another one of Kaminari’s pranks. 

Your eyes fell on a small bear perched on top of the teacher’s table, it’s features pulled up in in a large grin as it’s eyes remained still and empty. 

“Hey guy, do you know who’s that is-”

Your question was cut short when the door suddenly slammed shut, a click sounding throughout the classroom as it was locked in place. A small shriek left your mouth at the jump scare and you put your hand over your racing heart.

“Um, is this a joke?” Uraraka asked nervously. You could hear your classmates mumble in agreement as your eyes remained on the bear. 

“Where is Aizawa senpai?” Midoriya asked.

“I’m not sure.” Todoroki responded. 

“Uh guys, should we be worried about that creepy bear?” Hagakure asked, bring everyone’s attention to it as well. At the mention of itself, the bear’s eyes light up, a red glow in one as it jumped up and stood on the table. 

“Upupupup…” it started to laugh, bringing it’s hands to it’s mouth as it giggled at the perplexed expressions on everyone’s faces. “Welcome everyone! My name is Monokuma” it cheered. “And we’re going to play a game.”

“No we’re fucking not.” you heard Bakugou curse, his hands clenched in fists as he obviously raged at the stuffed bear. Your friends tried to calm him down and Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back. 

“The rules are simple.” it continues. “Out of the 20 students in this class, 2 carry a bomb with them.” 

“A bomb?” several people gasped, quietly talking among themselves as they questioned if it was telling the truth. 

“Yes! However they do not know that they have the bombs, so this way no one can spoil the game. You have three hours to correctly identify them.” 

“So we just have to find the right people?” Todoroki asked, a blank look on his face.

“Yes!” it nodded. “And then you just shoot them.”

“I’m so sorry what?” you asked loudly, everyone’s eyes on you at your outburst as they agreed. “We need to kill our friends?” 

It nodded excitedly. “Correct! You will have a gun with three bullets and if you can shoot the two people before the time limit is up, everyone else will survive!”

“And if we don’t…?”

“The bombs will activate!” it laughs. “Alrighty, the time starts now!” Monokuma brought out a massive timer, setting it down next to it on the table before also getting out a gun and tossing it towards the middle of the classroom, it hitting a desk before falling to the floor with a loud clatter. 

“This is utter bullshit.” Bakugou stated, stepping forward aggressively. 

“Bakugou, I think it would be best if we stayed calm.” Iida called out. “We are not yet aware of the repercussions of harming this bear.”

“Calm my ass.” he shouted back. “You losers can kill yourselves all you want but don’t drag me down with you.” He stormed towards the door, a hand reaching for the door handle as you quickly rushed out of your seat and tackled him into the wall beside the door, a massive bear snapping at the air at which his hand would’ve been. 

“Holy shit.” you cursed, getting up off him and pulling him to his feet. “Stop being such a pissy kid and listen to Iida.” 

“Are you alright Kacchan, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, rushing to where you two stood as an unreadable expression cast across Bakugou’s face. It was rage perhaps, more so disbelief, helplessness, possibly even pity for their current predicament. 

He stormed off back to his seat, his friends crowding around him worriedly as Midoriya sent you a slightly pitiful look. You smiled as reassuringly as you could, but the worried gaze in his eyes showed everything. 

“Well, that was unfortunate.” the bear called out, shaking it’s head slightly. “We could’ve witnessed some nice hand biting but you missy, just had to get in the way.” 

“Well I’m sorry for caring about my friends.” you snapped, leaning back against the wall as you now faced the rest of your classmates.

“But how did you know Y/N?” Yaoyorozu questioned. 

“The wire.” you said. “I noticed it when I walked in this morning. Though I thought it was Denki messing around though.”

“W-what?” Kaminari responded, putting both his hands up. “I didn’t do anything I promise. I’m as clueless as the rest of you.” 

“That’s something someone guilty would say don’t you think?” Tokoyami asked.

“N-no! I would never-” he began before you cut him off.

“No, I don’t think he has the brain capacity to pull off something like that.” you said. “Also the door closed so harshly could the perpetrator have been someone from the outside?” 

“Perhaps.” Todoroki nodded, “however we shouldn’t rule out anything. If they managed to easily install and hide such a dangerous trap in the door then I think it’s possible they altered the door to slam shut and lock.”

“I didn’t even realise the door could be locked.” Sero said. 

“I don’t think it originally could.” Yaoyorozu said, biting her finger as she thought about their situation. 

“Well what the fuck are we going to do about this?” Bakugou demanded, his arms folded as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Is there any way to tell the two people apart?” Shoji asked. 

“Well Monokuma, is there?” you inquired. 

“Upupup, would you like that to be the first of your three free questions?” it responded.

“Well do we?” you asked, turning back to the rest of the class.

“Well we’ll need to start somewhere so sure?” Tokoyami said.

“W-wait wait wait. You guys aren’t being serious right?” Uraraka cut in, waving her hands in the air frantically as she tried to get everyone’s attention. “I mean, there must be another way to get out of this without killing our friends right?”

“I agree.” Jirou spoke up. “You guys are diving too quickly into this without realising that you’re basically asking for people to be killed.”

“Like I said, this is all so fucking dumb to begin with.” Bakugou grumbled. 

“So there must be a way to get out of this without anyone dying.” Asui said, but when no one else responded, she continued. “Guys…?”

A brief silence engulfed the room as everyone remained awkward and pitiful towards themselves.

It lasted for a good minute or two before Uraraka responded. “Y-yes, of course! We just need to work together and everyone can survive.”

The class remained silent as her eyes darted, pleading that this nightmare of a situation was solvable. But most looked away, shuffling or biting on their nails as no one wanted to address the obvious. 

The stillness was cut through when Monokuma began laughing again. 

“Alrighty, 5 minutes have already passed, chop chop!” 

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Bnha Class 1-a x reader Masterlist

No quirks au 

Warnings : swearing, gun, bombs, death, gore, mentions of killing oneself

Chapter 1 - The start; two little piggies and a pack of wolves 

Chapter 2 - The catalyst; one down many to go

Chapter 3- 

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Eighty percent of the world’s population wield special abilities, known as “quirks,” which have given many the power to make their childhood dreams of becoming a superhero a reality. Unfortunately, Izuku Midoriya was one of the few born without a quirk, suffering from discrimination because of it. Yet, he refuses to give up on his dream of becoming a hero; determined to do the impossible, Izuku sets his sights on the elite hero training academy, UA High.

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Bakugou x reader Drabble (fluff)

Bakugou let out a soft grunt as he padded across the cool linoleum floor of your apartment. Reaching around and giving the small of his back a lazy scratch, a sharp puff of air escaped his nostrils as he skirted around your bed. Stepping over the fluffy black cat weaving between his ankles on the way to the balcony. With a gentle click Katsuke unlatched the door and slid it open, sparing a glance over his shoulder at your undisturbed form. Eyes shifting back down he clicked his tongue. Adding a scolding hiss —prodding your reluctant feline back inside with his foot, as he slipped through the crack in the glass door heaving it shut behind himself.

“Fuck,“ The words left his lips like steam leaving a tea kettle. Already the icy breath from your air-conditioned abode evaoprated into this unseemingly hot spring morning. Narrowed crimson eyes scanned the not so distant overpass, the continual thrum of traffic providing a constraint ambiance that some might consider “noise.”

You however found the wind skirting past sleek bodied vehicles, emergency sirens, and the occasional blare of a horn to be a reminder that you were not alone in this world. Seeing so many busy lives rushing by reminded you that each of those cars held a story, a tragity, a celebration. Bakugou mulled over the past explanation you had given him of this racket as he slipped back inside. Finding the brief life pause had left him more disgruntled than refreshed he slipped back through your heavy glass doorway. Running his fingers through disheveled blonde hair Katsuke took comfort in the short stride to your bed, whatever thickened murky mood that tried to cling to him wouldn’t stand a chance once he was in your embrace.

Peeling your covers back, corner of his lip twitching at the sight of your bare skin. Sheet tangled around your legs and hair a mess as you hugged a pillow to your face. Knees meeting the plush mattress Katsuke slid a large calloused hand over the slope of your back, savoring the smooth invitation of your flesh before slipping his fingers under the sheet and beginning to untangle you.

Allowing his hands to greedily stroke and cup your delicate flesh as he went, Bakugous heart rate slowed, breath returning to a sleepier cadence and an occasional grin or chuckle escaping his lips at your soft sleepy hums and mewls while he straightened the bed. Slipping at last under said covers with you, taking the sheets place he tangled his legs with yours. Burying his face against your neck, your fragrant tresses of soft hair pulling him closer to euphoria. With a peck on your shoulder Katsuke bid a “fuck off” to the thought of a productive day and wrapped his arms around you even tighter. The world was always busy, that damn freeway reminded him of that. So today he’d let them deal with the whole life thing as he endulged in his favorite pastime, you.

: What are you supposed to do when you’re dead friend is suddenly standing before you? 
: cursing, someone getting hit, mention of murder?
: 2008
/: not my best work but o well….yeah also there’ll probably be part 2 to this

This wasn’t how Bakugou wanted his Friday night to turn out. He was supposed to come how to a quiet place. Silence and tranquillity enveloping him as he let himself fall onto the plush cushions of his couch. Maybe there would be a warm meal waiting for him if he was lucky. He could finally let his worn-out muscles take a break from the constant stress they’re under.

Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Or else he wouldn’t be here, standing before a mocking bunny mask. Floppy fabric ears and blood-stained cheeks staring back at him. The sewn-on grin seems to scream ‘punch me’.

“What thefuck are you doing here?” he snarls. He grits his teeth while trying to keep his explosions at bay.

The bunny simply tilts their head as they stay silent. Their long limbs seem to move spiderlike as their body turns. Bakugou’s eyes following their movement.

No. Shit. Fuck. The bunny tilts his head towards the other side as they snag a photo frame from the coffee table. Pointy fingers glide over the glass, lingering on a specific person in the picture.

Bile starts to rise in Bakugou’s throat. Its acidic bitterness only seems to light the fire to his aggression even more.

“Who the fuck are you?”. It’s useless, he knows. Like hell, a villain like ’The Bunny’ will just give up their identity. The silence is killing Bakugou. His nerves on edge and his muscles rippling as he struggles to constrain himself.

He lifts his hands, an explosion already blooming out of his palm. He is ready to blast whoever this might be into bits.

“That’s no way to treat your friends,” a distorted voice says. Great, so this bastard can speak. Bakugou opens his mouth, about to yell their ears of but a simple word shuts him up.

“Kacchan.”. His hand drops to his side his mouth hangs agape. He had dreamed of this moment. Fantasised about the moment he could apologize and hug his friend. He had planned out exactly what he would say. What he’d do, how he’d act. But this wasn’t in the plan.

The bunny’s pointy fingers come up to its face before ripping the mask off. A mop of green hair springs out from underneath. “Cat caught your tongue?” he asks mockingly before running those same fingers through his hair.

“How..”. Bakugou’s throat fails on him. His voice stops working. Is he crying? He wants to tell himself he’s not but he’s honestly not sure anymore. Knees buckling underneath him yet he still manages to keep himself standing up.

“How am I still alive?” Izuku finishes for him. He casts the mask aside, throwing it on the floor before letting his body fall onto the couch, the same couch Bakugou planned to rest on. He lazily drapes his arms over the top of it.

The casualness of his movements mocks Bakugou. As if he isn’t Japan’s most wanted criminal sitting on Japan’s number one hero’s couch.

“Everyone always asks that, you know?” he says he glances down at the picture frames he’s still holding. “It’s getting old.”. He lazily runs his finger over the glass.

“You died. I buried you. Inko fucking mourned you, she still does,” Bakugou says. His voice wavers and he hates himself for it. He’s showing weakness.

“You’d be surprised how easy it is to fake a death,” Izuku says.

Bakugou’s red eyes bore into his green ones. A silence hangs between them. It feels almost surreal to Bakugou. His mind hasn’t caught up to the fact that his friend, or rather ex-friend, is sitting before him and isn’t six feet underground.

While Bakugou’s movements are ragged and forced, Izuku almost seems comical. His body has seemed to adapt to his villainous life. A theatrical elegance laced into his movements.

“I don’t see you as a friend anymore,” he breaks out. Izuku’s eyes grow for a second and so does his smile. He straightens his back as he silently urges Bakugou on to speak.

“I buried my friend,” he says. “You’re not him. You might think you’re him but you’re not. He isn’t this pathetic.” He grits his teeth before lifting his hands again, getting ready to swing at him. Izuku quickly jumps up from the couch.

His eyes glint in mischief as he takes in the sight before him. “Oh, looks like you still haven’t dealt with your anger, Kacchan.”.

The nickname sets him off. He storms towards the green-haired man, fists raised and palms crackling from explosions. That is until he hears a familiar sound.

Both of them look towards the front door. Bakugou’s face slacks with shock while Izuku’s lights up with excitement. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?

Izuku quickly moves the kick his mask underneath the couch before he places the picture frame back. Bakugou eyes linger on the picture for a second. It’s one of the three of you. Bakugou squished in between you and Izuku, his fingers raised behind both of your head to give you bunny ears. Oh, if he could just turn back time.

“'Suki?” you call out. Bakugou fears for his life, or rather, yours. Who knows what the crazed psychopath standing before him will do. “I thought I’d swing by and-”.

Your words stop as you walk into the living room. The bags in your hands drop. Soup spills out of the containers you so meticulous packed. Bright orange curry stains the spotless carpet beneath it. The hot liquid splashes up against your leg, most likely burning your skin though you don’t care.

You try to speak, mouthing opening and closing like a fish. This must be a dream, one of those horrible nightmares Kirishima often gets. That is until a familiar wobbly voice reaches your ears.

“Hi,bunny,” Izuku says. Within a second, he has closed the space between you. Your arms wrap around him instinctively. It’s an awkward hold. You used to be able to rest your chin on his head. Now, his muscled body towers over yours.

“Y-You’re…You’redead,” you whisper against his chest while nuzzling your cheek into him. His body heat seems to bring you a type of peace you haven’t known of in years.

“I know, I know,” he says while running his hands over your back. Sobs break out of your chest as your emotions seem to flow over. Salty rivers running past your burning cheeks and dripping into Izuku’s musky hoodie.

Your body shakes as you grab onto Izuku, painfully so. You’re sure you’re going to leave bruises on his sickly pale skin yet you can’t bring yourself to care. The aching in your chest that you’ve suppressed for years finally seems to boil over.

Hot and heavy emotions spill into your mind. You aren’t sure if the salty taste in your mouth is from biting your lip until blood gushes out of it or the tears streaming down uncontrollably. You’re sure that you look like a mess. Tears and snot dripping down your chin.

Instead of trying to see through your tear-blurred vision, you burry your face further into your friend’s chest.

He’s dead or at least supposed to be. You buried him, cried at his funeral and went through grief for him.

Yet here he is, in the flesh. His voice still sounds the same. He still smells the same. But he is not the same boy you knew years ago. His smile isn’t the same. And his scarred hands sure aren’t the same. Everything about him is the same, yet slightly different, giving you a mental whiplash.

“You have some fucking explaining to do,” Bakugou says. His voice breaks you out of your trance. You pull away from Izuku, your body immediately screaming in protest. You look up at him. It feels strange, you used to be at least a head taller than him

“How the fuck are you still alive?”. Bakugou doesn’t have time for nicknames or formality. Not when he knows that the man standing before him has the blood of at least a hundred on his hands.

Izuku steps away from you, unwinding his arms from your body. Bakugou quickly strides over and pulls you away from the offending man. He pushes you behind him while one hand still grips onto your arm. You want to ask him what the fuck he’s doing but Izuku starts talking before you can.

“It’s a long story,” he says. “Can’t tell you everything but, long story short, I had to fake my death. Some guys were after me but it’s all fixed now!”. The vagueness mixed with his eerie smile only makes him look more like a psychopath.

“All fixed? All-fucking-fixed?”. Boiling anger rising to Bakugou’s head, clouding his thinking. He taking quick steps up to his ex-friend. Izuku doesn’t even flinch when Bakugou grabs onto his neck tightly. “You left. Fucking made us think you’re dead and you think you can just come in and say that everything is fixed?”.

Spit flies out of his mouth and lands on Izuku’s cheek, a shiver of disgust running over his spine at the feeling. Yet the green-haired man can’t stop the excitement from bubbling up at seeing his friend so rilled up.

“Bakugou, Jesus fuck, calm down,” you say. This situation should probably feel more serious than it is. Yet the shock still evident in your body and the adrenaline clouding your mind makes you unable to properly process it all.

“Like hell, I’ll calm down!”. Bakugou finally lets go of Izuku’s throat. A set of cough falls out of the green-haired man’s throat. He smirks as he glances down at the aggressive blond.

“Come on, Kacchan, we shouldn’t do this in front of our little bunny,” Izuku says with a smirk. The gears finally seem to click in his mind. Suddenly, the bunny mask, the name, the costume, it all makes sense.

“You sick fuck!” Bakugou yells before landing a hit square on Izuku’s jaw. He stumbles back a bit, taken aback at Bakugou’s sudden outburst. The blond takes the opportunity to land another punch right on his nose.

A wet crunch sounds through the room. You cringe as you feel bile rise in your throat from the sound. “Izuku!” you yell out as you try to get to your friend or ex-friend, you’re not sure.

Bakugou stops you thought, his arms wrapping around your body and spinning you away from the green-haired freak. You pound your hand on his arms pleading with him to let you go but your ministrations do nothing to the number one hero.

Izuku laughs as he wipes away the blood dripping from his nose, tainting the grimy grey of his hoodie with it. “You’re gonna regret that, Kacchan,” he says. Bakugou doesn’t even give him the light of day as he makes his way out of his apartment with light speed

Your throat grows dry and painful as you plead Bakugou to let you. To let you go to him. “It’s okay, he’s gone,” Bakugou says.

You shake your head violently as you claw at his back, trying to get his arms to loosen their hold. “I need to see him. I gotta-I gotta see him. Suki,please!”. The hoarseness of your voice shoots painful stabs into Bakugou’s heart.

But he doesn’t let his mind linger too long, running down the stairs two steps at a time. All he can focus on is getting you away from that creep before he can touch you again.

“Please, I can’t leave him again,” you sob out. Bakugou simply lays on hand on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Thankfully he doesn’t see Izuku following behind him.

“Please, not again,” you say before your voice bursts out in sobs again. Fuck, how much Bakugou wants to blast that fuckers skull in. He’s sure his friends at the police force wouldn’t mind turning a blind eye for him. But that’ll have to wait until later. Now he needs to focus on keeping you safe, safe from him.

❀Warning: Bad Grammar / Angst / Burning / Bad Language

❀A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just thought about this scenario and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Thought I could share it with y’all.

❀Words:247

❀Published:03.03.2021

This whole situation was just stupid. You where fighting over nonsense again. Normally you two would give each other the silence treatment for a few hours and that’s it, but this time it was somehow different.
“Everything would be so much easier if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, it’s fucking annoying!” Dabi screamed at you, blue flames coming up from his patched up skin.

That was a damn lie, he loved it when you would show him affection – but the anger got the best of him.

You immediately froze. Sure he could get mad sometimes, but never to the point where he would say such hurtful things to you. The feeling of disappointment spread over your whole body.
Disappointed in Dabi? Disappointed in yourself? Maybe with the whole situation you got yourself into.

Not knowing how to handle it any further you stormed of. All you wanted was some space right now.

Dabi grabbed you by your wrist.
“I swear I didn’t -”

You flinched away in pain. A sharp burn coming from your wrist. Dabi pulled away immediately, probably just as shocked as you were.

Looking at your wrist you were able to make out a red ring, right where Dabi grabbed it.
Not one of you said a word, just looking at your burned wrist.
After you realized what just happened you turned on your heel and left.
“It wasn’t on purpose.” he breathed, fully aware that you couldn’t hear him anymore.