teacher edition !

all might / toshinori yagi :
- is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it )
- uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror
- forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )

present mic / hizashi yamada :
- makes his own songs / cover songs
- lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all )
- has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair

eraserhead / aizawa shouta :
- wears glasses
- got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, )
- had a pet hamster called momo when he was little

mr. principal / nezu :
- is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster
- he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, )
- never finds his shoesize in the adults section

midnight / nemuri kayama :
- only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily
- has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk
- got heartbroken many times,,,,

thirteen :
- often gets misgendered, because of her costume
- is considered scary when it comes to her quirk
- is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture

ectoplasm :
- super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers )
- draws smiley faces on good tests
- has a good fashion style but fails to show it

( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)

if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !

-ann !!

Shouldn’t You Be With Them?

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MHA Headcanon

Getting upset with the partner after basically being ignored and/or forgotten.

Featuring: Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, & Shinso Hitoshi

Warnings: Arguments, accusations, feelings against partners, angsty

Iida, Aizawa, Tamaki, Hawks, Dabi, & Shigaraki coming soon.

Bakugo: You know your boyfriend is not used to the ways of relationship but he is not clueless either. He just never really had a reason to think about it Until now.

I was sitting on a couch in the common room holding a pillow in my lap. I had been sitting here for a few hours actually waiting for my MIA Boyfriend. He wasn’t really MIA but he might as well have been. I groaned out loud, throwing my head back.

“What’s up, L/N?” I jumped slightly before turning to see Shoji.

“Oh, just waiting in vain.”

“Again?” He leant against the arm of the couch. I nodded. “Have you tried to talk to him?”

“Never get the moment because I only see him in class or in passing. He’s never there long enough for me to say anything more than hi.” I vented. “Sorry Shoji.”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged. “You have a reason to be upset.”

Yeah.“ I bit my lip and looked at the clock. "Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to head to bed. Night.”

“Goodnight.” I got up and set the pillow aside. I walked to the elevator and went to bed. I went to sleep annoyed.

The next morning I got up and got ready for class, deciding to skip breakfast. I walked out of the elevator while putting in my earphones. I walked through the lobby to go out the door.

“Hey babe!” I heard Bakugo call out to me. “I got some breakfast for you. Come on and eat!” I acted like I didn’t hear him and continued to put on my shoes. “Baby?”

“Aw, Bakugo acting cute.” I heard Kami tease Bakugo.

“Shut up Spark Plug!” He snapped and while he was distracted I darted out the door.

All day I could feel Bakugo giving me strange looks. I would meet his eyes and smile like nothing was wrong and go back to what I was doing. I sat with him like normal at lunch and when he asked why I didn’t respond this morning, I told him I had earphones in.

“Thanks L/N for the help on the homework. I owe you one.” Midoriya said as he packed up his Stuff.

“It’s no problem, Midoriya. Glad to help.” I smiled and finished up what I was writing. He left and I relaxed back into the couch. I felt someone sit down next to me. When they put they’re com cround me, I knew instantly who it was.

“Hey blasty.”

“Ugh. I curse whoever came up with that nickname.” I giggled softly before looking at him. I went to say something but Kiri walked over and they started up a conversation. I heard them talk about a hiking trip and started to get annoyed. I huffed silently and tuned them out. “Babe?”

“Hmm?” I turned back. He had his eyes narrowed at me. I was expecting him to tell me he had to go. I waited and looked at him expectantly.

“What?” He asked in response.

“Oh, nothing.” I said before turning away. I Scooted forward and reached down for my bag to put my school stuff away. I felt him grab my arm gently and pull me back.

“It’s something. You’ve been acting Weird all day.” He says before cupping my cheek. “What’s up?”

“Oh it’s just…” I pause asking myself if I really was going to do this now. “Shouldn’t you be with Kiri? I mean you shouldn’t just drop any PLANS you have with him to spend time with me. It’s not like I’m that important.” I got up and walked away. I heard him stuttering to find words behind me but I was already up the stairs before he could find any.

Kirishima: I walked around, searching for my red headed boyfriend. We haven’t got to spend a lot of time together lately. He had been doing some extra training and had some time with the Bakusquad. I don’t mind but sometimes I wonder if he prefers to not spend time with me.

“Hey Bakugo, have you seen Kiri?” I came up behind the blonde on the couch. He leant his head back and looked at me upside down.

“I think he’s with Spark plug & raccoon eyes.” He said while eying me.

“Oh…” I felt a slight disappointment. The feeling must have shown on my face because he moved and gave me his full attention.

“I only think. They were together earlier.” I sighed, appreciating his try even though he probably doesn’t care.

“They’re always together.” I mumbled before turning away. I felt him grab my hand before letting go.

I walked out to get some air. I heard footsteps following me. I knew it was Bakugo and we walked together. After a minute we heard familiar voices.

“Hey Bakubro, Hey babe!” Kiri called. I looked cuel smiced. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing just getting some air.” I felt a small nudge on my back. I looked at Bakugo and he motioned to the red head. “Was also looking for you to see what you were up too.”

“Oh, Kami, Mina, and I were going to the movies.” A shout from Kami got his attention. I felt the insecure feeling rise in my chest. He really didn’t care to spend time with me anymore. “Gotta go.”

“Shitty hair!” Bakugo yelled but I was already walking away wiping tears away. “L/N!”

I was sitting in a window just staring out when they came back. They were all raving about the movie. Bakugo hadn’t left you alone in the room. I heard him and Kiri talk before footsteps came up to me. I looked and saw Kiri.

“Hey there.” He smiled. I just turned back to the window without a word. “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”

“It’s nothing, Kiri.” I waved off. He grabbed my hand.

“Don’t give me that.” He pushed softly. I looked at him. I was about to give into his puppy eyes when I heard Mina call for him. He looked at her and Bakugo snapped at her.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?” His eyes were back on me in a second.

“What?”

“Mina & Kaminari. Shouldn’t you be hanging with them? I mean, they’re more fun then I am so don’t waste your time on me.” I said and got up. I pulled my hand from his grip with some needed force. I walked silently through to and up the stairs, last thing I heard being Bakugo yelling.

Kaminari: I watched as Denki bounced around trying to figure out how to get into Shinso’s good Graces. Ever since the training exercise when he first joined our class, Denk’s has been bound determined to his friend. The purple haired boy was ‘being difficult’ to quote Denki.

“I just can’t figure it out. I’m an amazing guy with a wonderful personality. How could he not want to be friends with me?” I looked over my Switch at him. I pushed down the annoyance. Shinso is all he could talk about anymore.

“You are kind of a pervert sometimes. And hyperactive.” I said with a cheeky smile. He glared at me for a solid minute.

“Well you’re not wrong but I wouldn’t be perverted to him. Even though he is hot.” I shrugged and nodded. He sat down next to me. “Plus you love me this way.”

“Do I?” I teased. He shoved me before going into another brainstorming session. I was about to snuggle up to him when he jumped up.

“Got it!” He yelled and ran from the room without even saying goodbye.

“De-Denki!” I yelled after him. “Hey I thought it was game night…” He was already long gone. I groaned in irritation. I got up and walked down to the common room. Midoriya, Roki, Mineta, and Sero were there. “Have any of you seen my electric ferret tumble through here?”

“Electric ferret?” Todoroki looked at me weird. Sero burst out laughing. Todoroki looked at him confused.

“Kaminari just ran out saying he’s cracked Shinso.” Sero said. My jaw dropped before clamping shut in growing irritation. I saw Sero cringe a little. “Drop a date again?”

“More like ran out on one. Thanks guys.”

“I can keep you company.” I turned to see Mineta before shoving him. I walked to the elevator. As I got in I heard Todoroki.

“Why did they call him an electric ferret though?” I heard them laughing.

“It was a joke, Roki. A nickname of Sorts. Because of his quirk & hyperactivity …”

The next few days could almost prove Denki didn’t exist in my world. My texts were ignored. I could never catch him in person. He was nowhere to be seen at lunch. It would have been as if he never existed if I hadn’t seen him in class. That is until I heard a familiar knock on the door.

“Yes?” I ripped my door open. I was beyond pissed off.

“Heya!” He went to come in but I put my arm across the opening. He looked at me confused. “What’s up, baby?”

“You remembered I exist.” I stated with venom laced in my voice. His eyes widened in shock.

“How could I forget? Baby, what’s got you so uptight?” He flinched at his choice of words immediately after they left his lips. I shook my head, holding my tongue.

“Shouldn’t you be with Shinso? You haven’t been anywhere else as of late.” I snapped before slamming the door in his face.

Todoroki: I watched as Midoriya showed something to Roki. He seemed to be very entranced by whatever it was. I sighed looking back at the paper in my hand. It was tickets to the movie he had been waiting to see.

“Hey, love?” I walked over. He looked up at me and gave me a smile. I waved at Midoriya who returned before going back to his book excitedly.

“What is it, darling?”

“Are you busy this afternoon?” I asked hopefully. He nodded.

“Yeah, Midoriya & I are going to Watch and analyze some training video’s. Try and figure out if We can learn some new Moves.” He said simply.

“Oh, okay.” I hid my disappointment. “So that will be the rest of your afternoon?”

“Yep.” He nodded before looking at his phone. I sighed before looking at Midoriya. He had a sorry look on his face that I just waved off. I kissed Shoto’s cheek. “Alright, have fun and be Safe.”

It has been like this for a while now. I would ask if he wanted to hang out but he would already have plans with Midoriya to study, train, or something else. At first, I was fine with it. I mean he was new to the friends thing and was making up for lost time. Also, he wasn’t used to the concept of a relationship either. Now, I was getting more and more upset. Enough to overshadow the understanding.

“See ya, L/N!” Kiri called as he walked past.

“See ya! Have fun at your moms!” I waved as he went out the door. I went back to my room to grab my bags. As I zipped it up there was a knock on the door.

“Hey love, I was thinking, Oh… Are you going somewhere for the weekend?” I turned and saw Todoroki standing there.

“Yeah. My sister and I are going to a hot spring spa for the weekend.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize you had plans. I was hoping to spend the weekend with you.” He said sadly. I couldn’t hold back tere eye roll and mutter.

“Like you’ve been there to know if I had plans or not.”

“What?” He asked. I sighed heavily before throwing the bag on my shoulder.

“Look, I’m sorry to disappoint you. We’ll have to make up for it another time. But shouldn’t you…” I paused before Snapping at him, completely over it. “Shouldn’t you be with Midoriya? I’m sure there is something you two can do together. I mean you’ve been able to do that for the last month anyway.”

“L/N? I…” Todoroki looked so confused and conflicted, pulling at my heart.

“I’m sorry, Roki. I just … I’ll see you later.”

Midoriya: I was bouncing in place outside the gallery. I looked at everyone who walked past or went in, trying to see the familiar green Curls. I looked down at my phone to see it was close to the start time.

“Where are you?” I said under my breath. After a few more minutes, I decided to text him.

What are you up to? I gently probed through the text. It was only a few seconds before he replied.

Doing some extra training with All Might. You caught me taking a break. I stared at the phone in shock and disbelief. I closed my phone for a moment to compose myself.

I knew he was determined to harness One for All and I was happy he trusted me with this secret but come on. He had promised to be here. I felt tears of anger trying and forced their way out.

Why? What’s up? Another text came through. I was about to snap when my dad came out.

“It’s starting.” I nodded and saw him look around confused. “Where’s Midoriya?”

“Not coming.” I walked past while typing out my last text. Just curious. Thought you had plans.

I was interrupted the next morning by furious knocking on my door. I gave an annoyed sigh and got up to open my dorm door. There stood Midoriya and by the look on his face, he knew.

“Really?!” I snapped before he could say anything. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not finding anything to say. “You knew how important…you promised…”

“L/N…I just forgot and… I, I, I.” He looked down at the ground. I looked down and saw him fingering at one of the scars on his hands.

“Look…” He looked up at me. “Shouldn’t you be with All Might? You’re not going to become the world’s greatest hero by spending time with me.” I said solemnly.

“L/N…” He reached out but I closed the door.

Shinso: Ever since Shinso finally moved into the class A dorms, he has Spent every moment he could with me. Enough that it made some of the others gag by how 'Love Sick’ we were. Every now and again though, someone would be able to Pull him away. Mainly Deku or Denki.

“Hmm.” Shinso hummed happily as he snuggled into my chest. I was running fingers through his hair as I read over some study guides on the couch in the common room.

“Hey! Toshi!” I yelped as he nipped at some bare skin. He giggled as I wacked his shoulder. “You little Shit.”

“You love me.” He got comfortable again as I shook my head. It was quiet for a few minutes until a screech of Shinso’s name. We both jumped as a certain blonde came running.

“Shinso!” He tried to slow down but ran into the back of the couch, falling over and landing on top of us.

“Kaminari!” We both yelled.

“Sorry!” He scrambled Up with help from Toshi. He sat up and glared.

“Yes?”

“I need you to come with me.”

“Right now?” Kami nodded enthusiastically. Toshi groaned and looked at me. I giggled at the look in his eyes. “I’m not going to get out of this?” Kami shook his head and grabbed him.

“See you later!” I waved to him as Kami dragged him off.

I had moved to my room some time later and was watching some random movies. It was getting close to 8pm when my door opened. In trudged Toshi, looking more tired than usual. He plopped down next to me and wrapped himself around my waist.

“Well hello there.” I laughed, running my hand over his back. He mumbled something into my side. “Shouldn’t you be with Kaminari?” I jested.

“Dear god, no!” He sat up. “He just wanted my opinion on this person he likes.”

“And that took nearly four, no, five hours?”

“He also wanted some advice on what to do. But no it didn’t. Midoriya caught me after and he wanted to train a bit.” I nodded. I leant down and kissed his head.

“So, shouldn’t you be with Deku?” He glared. He ripped the pillow from under my head and walloped me. “Toshi! Sorry, sorry!” He threw the pillow away and laid down.

“You know I’d rather be with you.” He nosed my temple as he pulled me into his chest.

“I know and I don’t mind one bit.”

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Shouldn’t You Be with Them Pt. 2

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Part One

Apologies and working it out after getting upset with the partner after basically being ignored and/or forgotten.

Featuring: Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, & Shinso Hitoshi

Bakugou: 3rd POV

Bakugou walked to his room in a daze. He would stop every now and again to go back down but would hold himself back. He got to his door and paused. He glanced to the side at Kirishima’s door. Bakugou had to know.

“Kirishima?” He walked in. The red head stopped beating against his punching bag and looked at the blonde. Bakugou never called him by his name unless something was up.

“What’s up bro?” He said, giving him all his attention. Bakugou sat down on the bed.

“Have we been spending a lot of time together lately?” Bakugou asked. Kiri thought about it for a moment.

“Yeah we have. In and out of school and training. Why are you asking?” He looked at the blonde in wonder.

“Because… Y/N just went off on me for being MIA. Talking about `I shouldn’t drop plans with you to spend time with them.’ I mean…” Bakugou was talking so softly. “I didn’t think I was dropping things with them but…”

“Well, if I remember right. You haven’t really spent any time with them as of late. Only during lunch and class but not really outside of school.” Kiri rubbed the back of his neck. “I was starting to wonder if something had happened between you two.”

“Not that I’m aware of but…I think I messed up majorlyShit.” He ran a hand down his face. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Maybe start with actually going to them and talking.” Kiri offered. Kat nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll do that. Bye Kiri.” He walked out and went to Y/N’s room. He hesitated before knocking on the door. He heard rustling inside before they came to the door.

“Hey Kat.” They said as they opened the door. He was surprised that they knew it was him before seeing him. “I can tell by the way you knock that it was you.”

Y/N’s POV

I watched as he processed that information. I leant against the door jam as he tried to find something to say. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck with a lost, sad look on his face. He was really all over the place. What I said must have really affected him. To be honest, I felt really bad for going about this the way I did.

“Why don’t you come in?” I stepped back and he walked in sheepishly. He stood in the middle of the room even when I sat down on the floor. I sighed and grabbed his hand. I pulled him to the floor with me before cuddling up to his side, under his arm.

“I… What are you doing?” He asked.

“I want to cuddle. I also want to apologize for jumping you like that.” I said while nosing his neck.

“Ha. I don’t think you have anything to be sorry for.” He said. I looked up as he covered his eyes with his hand. “I needed a life check. I didn’t realize what I was doing or what I wasn’t doing. I even asked Kirishima and he thought we were having problems and that’s why I was spending so much time with him. So, I need to be the are apologizing.”

“You aren’t used to relationships Kat. Romantic and friendship. It’s a bit getting used too.” I said. He smiled and kissed me.

“You’re so understanding. You don’t have to try and make an excuse for me. I knew what I was getting into when I confessed to you. I should have been better.”

“Kat.”

“For once… I am the dumbass.” He whispered. I cupped his face. “I’ll be better, I promise. Don’t be afraid to yell at me if I get out of line again.”

“I’ll have to take you up on that. A reason to yell at Bakugou Katsuki and get away with it. Yes!” I cheered. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, alright.” He gruffed. He got up and scooped me up from the ground. I scrambled to hold onto him. He unceremoniously dropped me before laying ontop of me. He laid between my legs and set his head on my chest. He held me tight.

“What are you doing, blasty?” I ran my fingers through his hair.

“You wanted to cuddle, we’re going to cuddle. Got it?” He grumbled. I laughed but agreed. Especially after I saw how late it was.

Kirishima: Y/N’s POV

I was curled up in bed under my blankets as soon as I got back to my room. I sniffled and really wished Kiri was here to cuddle with me but not gonna happen at the moment. I sighed before deciding to just sleep it off for now.

3rd POV

As soon as L/N disappeared upstairs, Bakugou was yelling at Kiri and dragging him away from the others. He chided and yelled at the red head as he drug him off to the kitchen.

“What the hell, Shitty hair? Seriously?” He snapped and hit the man in the chest.

“What? What is going on?” Kiri rubbed the spot Bakugou hit him. He was really confused. 

“Damn, fuck. You are so dense sometimes!” Bakugou groaned heavily and face palmed. “You can’t even see when your own partner needs you! Do you even realize how much you’ve been bailing on them recently? Huh?”

“I, I, um…” Kiri stumbled over his words. He thought back to the past few weeks. He remembers seeing them but not for long before running off somewhere with Kami or Mina or someone else. The dejected look on their face popped up in his memory. “Oh man…”

“They think you don’t care for them anymore. That you don’t want to be with them anymore.” Bakugou crossed his arms and glared. Kiri looked at him shocked.

“They said that!?” His voice pitched and cracked. He felt panic start to rise in his chest.

“Well, no. But I could read it plain as day on them… Unlike you it seems.” Kiri flinched and his gaze fell to the floor. His lip wobbled as tears threatened to fall. He clenched his fists.

“Fuck…” He bites his lip and his quirk rippled across his skin.

“What are you still doing here?” Bakugou growled. He grabbed Kiri by the front of his shirt. “Go you dumb head. And DON’T stop for those extras out there.”

“Right!” He went to pull away but couldn’t because of Bakugou’s grip. “Uh man?”

“Don’t screw up again.” Was all he said before shoving him back towards the common room. Kiri quickly ran for the stairs ignoring the others yelling for him. He nearly tripped multiple times before actually tripping at your door.

Y/N’s POV

I jumped in fright as a loud thud pulled me out of my dozing state. I shook my head to try and clear it. I turned to look at the door for a moment before I finally heard a groan from the other side.

“Crap!” I got up and went to the door. I opened it and saw Kiri on his back, lowly groaning. “Kiri! Are you alright?” I knelt next to him, forgetting about everything else.

“Yeah. Just winded.” He said softly. I helped him sit up. He looked at me with sad eyes. He took my hands in his and brought them up to his lips. “I am so sorry.”

“Huh?” I looked at him confused. “Why are you apologizing for falling?” I asked. His gaze shot up to meet mine and his eyes widened before he started chuckling. I cocked my head to the side. He got up and picked me up off the floor. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. 

“You have such a big heart, love. I get hurt and you automatically put your hurt feelings on the back burner.” He sat us down on my bed. I wilted a little when I remembered what he was talking about. He nuzzled my cheek and hair. “I am so sorry. I was so stupid for not seeing what I was doing. If I hadn’t any time soon, I think Bakubro would have beat it into me.”

“I’m sure.” I giggled. He smiled before it dropped.

“I still want you. I couldn’t imagine being in life without you now. It was unmanly of me to let you think that I didn’t want to spend time with you.” He hugged me tight and buried his face in my neck. “I am sorry.”

“Kiri… Can we go get some fries?” I asked. He looked at me confused. “I want something salty to go with the sweetest man in the world.” I kissed his nose. He smiled big and bumped our noses.

“Of course. Anything for you, baby.”

Denki: 3rd POV

Everyone could see something had happened between L/N and Kaminari. L/N had been actively ignoring the Blonde and Kaminari had been very down in the dumps, pouting when he was ignored. Even Shinsou had noticed something because Kaminari had not popped up to bother him for a while.

“Hey Kaminari?” Shinsou walked up to him at lunch about a week after things went down.

“Hm?” Kami made a noise of distracted acknowledgement. He finally looked up. “Oh, hey Shinsou. What’s up?” He asked with no energy. He poked at his food.

“What’s up? You seem really…down?” Shinsou sat down. Kami sighed before setting his fork down. He looked up and stared across the hall. Shinson followed his gaze and saw L/N.

“I made Y/N mad at me.” He admitted solemnly.

“How?” Shinsou pondered out loud. “You two always seemed inseparable.”

“By spending so much time with you. As Y/N said, ‘Trying to crack you’ and all. I thought back and realized how many dates I’ve dropped or skipped out on just to come and try to win you over to be my friend.” Shinsou looked at him in shock. Kami smiled sadly at him. “And don’t feel bad at all. You’re not at any fault. It was all me. I feel so bad now that I realize what I was doing.”

“Have you talked to them?” Shinsou looked back to where L/N was and saw they were gone. He looked around and saw they were just behind them. Their eyes were wide as they stared at Kaminari.

“Haven’t had the chance. They don’t want anything to do with me right now.” Kami leant his hand on his hand. “I can understand it but you don’t know how bad I feel. I don’t even know how to apologize and they’ll know I’m serious. I’m too much of a jockster and stuff. They probably won’t take me seriously.” Kami sniffled as his voice got softer and broke at the end.

“Kaminari…” Shinsou locked eyes with L/N, who looked chest-fallen. Tears were gathering in their eyes.

“See you later, Shinsou.” Kaminari got up and threw his untouched plate away. He walked out of the cafeteria. L/N watched him go.

“He’s really sorry.” Shinsou stepped up to them.

“I know. I shouldn’t have flipped out on him like I did. He was trying to make friends with you.” They slumped. “There were a thousand other options that I should have gone with over ignoring him.”

“I didn’t know he was dropping things with you to come bother me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. He was so excited to be friends with you. I can’t be upset with him for that.” They set a hand on Shinsou’s shoulder. I got to figure out how to make it up to him. Bye Shinsou.“

Y/N’s POV

I walked up the stairs with a box of Denks favorite take out and my blanket that Denki always stole from my bed. I knocked on the door and heard a quiet 'come in’. I stepped in and saw him at his desk. I smiled a little before closing the door behind me. He didn’t look up.

"Denki…” I whispered as I draped the blanket over his shoulders. He jumped and looked up at me.

“Y/N! What?” I handed him the food. He looked between it, the blanket, and me. “What is this?”

“Part of my apology?” I said sheepishly. He went to say something but I placed a finger over his lips. “It’s alright. I heard you at lunch with Shinsou and I understand. I, I should’ve let you explain but I was so pissed and…” I stopped to take a breath. “I’m sorry. I should have been more understanding about what you were trying to do.”

“And I should have been better at prioritizing my time.” He turned and pulled me into his lap. I snuggled into him. “Thank you for the food. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“I know. I saw you throw away your lunch. Bad boy.” He smiled sheepishly. tapped his nose before snuggling in. “Now eat up sparky.”

“No need to tell me twice.” He eagerly grabbed the bag. I laughed as he bounced back to the excitable boy I know and love.

Todoroki: 3rd POV

Midoriya was just finishing up dishes at home when he got a call from Todoroki. He quickly dried his hands and answered.

“Hey Todoroki. What’s up?” He propped the phone in between his shoulder and ear. He began to dry and put away the dishes.

“I think I made L/N upset.” He said.

“What do you mean?” Midoriya paused for a second.

“Well, I went to ask them if we could spend time together this weekend but they already had plans with their sister. That’s fine but I expressed my minimal disappointment and I think they muttered something like, 'like you’ve been there to know if I had plans.’ I was confused and they continued. They told me to go see if there was anything I could do with you since that’s what I’ve been doing for the past month. What are they talking about?”

“Oh…” Midoriya set down the plate. He had wondered if this was going to come up. “Well you have been spending a lot of time with me lately and not with L/N.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I had noticed but L/N never made a protest. I don’t want to be scrutinizing Todoroki but… You haven’t spent any time with your partner and that is not right or fair to them. If I’m thinking right, you haven’t even checked in with them to see if they wanted to spend time together. So, they have every right to be upset with you.”

“You’re right.” Todoroki sighed. He was kicking himself for only now realizing it. He flopped back down on his bed. “What do I do?”

“I think that’s for you to figure out on your own, Todoroki. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” He said. 

“You were plenty of help, Midoriya. Thank you.” They hung up and To doroki just laid there, trying to figure out what to do. Meanwhile, Y/N was having fun but was distracted a bit. They felt bad for snapping at Todoroki but was still upset with him. Their sister understood and kept trying to make them feel better. So by the time they got back to the dorms, they really wanted to see Todoroki.

Y/N’s POV

I ran up to my room as soon as I got back to the dorms. I basically chucked my stuff on my bed and changed into some comfy clothes. I brushed my hair and then ran for Todoroki’s room. I was nearly to the 5th floor when I ran into Sero.

“Oh hey, L/N!” He greeted me.

“Hey Sero! I was actually on my way to see…”

“Roki? I figured but he is not in his room. He’s out in the courtyard. Waiting for you.”

“Oh thank you!” I ran back down and to the courtyard. I saw him with his back to me. I walked up to him. “Todoroki?” He jumped and a small bit of flame jumped off him. He turned to me and smiled.

“Y/N! You’re here!” He looked behind him and I peaked. There was a bouquet of flowers, two bowls of soba, and an unmarked envelope. 

“What are you up to?” I asked with a small smile. He tried to find something to say but kept stumbling. I chuckled before going to hug him. He froze in his spot before hugging me back.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I should have been more intuned with what I was doing.” He said into my hair.

“It’s alright. I know that this is all new to you. That’s not an excuse but a learning experience.” He nodded. He held the back of my head.

“It took you and Midoriya calling me out to see what I did.” He pulled back and grabbed the envelope. “It seems like I get called out on a lot of things by Midoriya.” He laughed at himself before handing me the envelope.

“What’s this?”

“A start to making up for lost time.” I opened the envelope and saw two tickets to my favorite band next month. “Roki?”

“I got them myself and I already got the date cleared with Aizawa-sensei. If you want to go.” He blushed looking down at his feet. I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Of course I want to. Now, let’s eat. I’m starved.”

Deku: Y/N’s POV

I lazily stroked the brush across the canvas. I really didn’t have any idea in my mind. Just randomly painting. I was too distracted by the tift between Midoriya and I. He had been avoiding me for the past 3 days. Though I was mad, I still missed him. 

“Arg!” I tossed the brush to the side and moved away from my canvas. I looked around my room before deciding to go down to the common room. There were a few people down here.

“Hey L/N!” Kiri called and waved me over.

“Hey. Have you seen Midoriya?”

“Uh, yeah! He left saying there was somewhere he needed to go.” Kiri sighed. I slumped and Kiri gave me a confused look. “I’ve noticed you too haven’t been spending any time together as of late. Are you guys okay? Did you have a fight?”

“Yeah.” I sat on the arm of the couch. “A small one.” I looked out the windows and watched the birds. It was bright and sunny today, the total opposite of my mood.

“I’m sorry to…”

“Kiri bro! It’s your turn!” Kami interrupted.

“Geez, okay. Give me a minute.” He threw back. Sero whacked the blonde and chided him for interrupting. “I’m sorry to hear that L/N.”

“It’s alright. And go back to your game. I’m gonna go take a nap in the sun.”

“Okay. And whatever happened, I know you two will get past it. You are perfect for eachother.” I thanked him and hopped off. I found a good spot before shifting into leopard onel laying down, getting comfy.

3rd POV

A little while later, Midoriya comes back with a bright smile and eyes to match. He was about to head upstairs when a cat noise caught his attention. He turned and looked around before he saw L/N laying in the sun.

“Awe.” He cooed before walking over to them with a gentle smile. He approached the sleeping cat. He sat down next to them and gently put their head.

“Mew… Mrrprr.” They made noises in their sleep and moved in closer. Midoriya chuckled and continued to scratch around their ears.

“Hey love?” He gently probed to wake them up. They didn’t even stir. He tried again with better results. “There we go… Come on.” L/N yawned at the woke up, stretching out wide. They opened their eyes lazily and set their head in Midoriya’s lap.

Y/N’s POV

I saw Midoriya sitting there with a loving smile. I felt him scratching my head and purred. I moved closer in and gave him a cat hug, wrapping my paws over his shoulder.

“As much as I love the Cat hugs, could I have a real hug?” I shifted back still against him and wrapped my arms around him as soon as they were normal. I sat sideways in his lap and got comfy. I started to doze again when he stopped me.

“Huh? What?” I pulled back.

“I have something to show you.” He said. I moved a little and set my head on his shoulder. He pulled out a couple of papers. I took them and looked through them. My eyes widened at what I saw. One was the for pamphlet of the gallery and the next was a receipt and ticket for today. He held out his phone to show me a picture of my art. “I know it’s not the same as being there at the opening but I did go see it. It was amazing love.”

“Midoriya…”

“I can’t express how sorry I am for breaking my promise and missing it. I, I…” I shut him up by kissing him gently. He squeaked before kissing me back. After I pulled away, I buried my head in his neck.

“It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean too.” I pulled back and ran my hand through his hair. “It means a lot to me that you went to the gallery on your own. It shows that you’re really sorry.” He hummed while nodding.

“I’m going to be better. I promise.” He gave me puppy eyes. I kissed his nose.

“Alrighty. Now…Can I go back to my sun nap?” He laughed.

“Of course baby. Just let me, what, Oh… I guess I’m not moving?” He asked as I Got more comfortable in his lap. 

“Nope.” I said as I cuddled into his chest. He laughed but got comfortable with me none-the-less.

Shinsou: His ended good so no second part… unless you guys want one. Let me know!

Tag list: @spicy-therapist-mom@dxnaii-rxse@iris-shihabi@l0vely-lee

probably obvious, but izuku is a whiner and legg shaker/trembler when receiving sloppy toppy. esp thinkin of virgin! deku getting head from his sweetheart (you) in his all might themed dorm room. he has to throw his head back and shut his eyes or look at the ceiling so he doesn’t make any eye contact with the multitudes of all mights.

his toes curling into the carpet as he stutters and his legs tremble so much you have to clutch his thighs in place so he doesn’t accidentally wiggle his dick out of your heavenly mouth.

he wants so bad to grip your hair, but his hands are so shaky and he’s nervous so he basically ends up running his hands all over your head and through your hair, gripping weakly before trying to get a grip somewhere else, and so on.

plenty of little “ohs”and “mphs”with a cute crinkled nose and desperately bucking and twitching hips. wiggly boy to the max. but he’s your wiggler

Master List

My Hero Academia

All characters are aged up over the age of 18. SFW content.

Bakugo Katsuki

• Bakugo Headcanon
• Bakugo: Cuddling AU
• Random Bakugo HC

Keigo Takami-Hawks

• Hawks Headcanon
• Hawks Incorrect quotes
• Hawks Incorrect quotes PT 2
• Hawks headcanon: Jealousy AU

TodorokiShoto

• Comfort AU: Todoroki

Kaminari Denki

• Taking care of you: Denki
• Denki Headcanon 

Midoriya Izuku- Deku

• Deku headcanon

Pet names ft. Todoroki and Deku

because I think we all need some fluff in our lives <3

-Deku-

• HEHASALIST (alongside his list of ideas for dates, ways to ask you out, and your favorite things)
• If he really liked a certain pet name his mom said, he read in manga, heard on tv, or whatever, he wrote it down for when he actually had a partner to use them on. So now that he does… it’s go time
• He was still really shy and awkward about it at first
• Literally practiced in front of a mirror, only to bury his head in a towel when he felt ridiculous about it
• Yes, he overthought every single pet name. Was it too basic? Too weird? Didn’t suit you well? Too much of a mouthful? Would it embarrass you?
• But after he realized how much you liked pet names, he became a downright natural with it :) sure, he’s a bit more reserved in public, but he has SO many pet names for you in private
• He uses honey, sweetie, anddear in public most of the time. They’re simple and don’t extract much attention
• Cupcakeandsweetheartare used quite commonly when it’s just the two of you
• When he’s feeling goofy he’ll call you cutieor one of those rambling/gibberish type pet names like shnookums
• Angelandpreciousare generally used when something is wrong, like when you’re upset and Izuku is trying to be as comforting as possible
• If you have a hero name, he probably has some form of a nickname for you based on that :)
• He doesn’t add my to the front of a lot of pet names because he isn’t super possessive? I mean he’s obviously stoked to be with you, but he isn’t that outwardly possessive because he’s always worried about being overbearing

-Todoroki Shoto-

• Given his childhood, pet names are a bit difficult for him. He’s not exactly used to using them or being called them
• That’s not to say he dislikes it. He thinks that pet names are an endearing thing people in relationships, romantic or otherwise, use to show affection. He likes when you call him pet names, though you’re probably the only person who can notice his faint blush
• Sometimes, he feels kind of bad about it. He sees all these other couples that have cute pet names for one another. You do the same for him, but he… doesn’t. He doesn’t mention this to you though, because he already feels like enough of a problem with the way you help him with his trauma and uncertainties with affection
• So he does his best to figure out pet names for you on his own
• It’s slow work, but he eventually finds a few he likes this probably involved bad advice from Kaminari and Sero. He recites them a lot, but no matter how much he practices, he can’t help but feel that… they don’t sound right in his voice
• The first pet name he calls you is dear. His heart is racing, but the way you smile at him is all the reward he needs
• Dear is basically the only pet name that he uses for you in public, though he may slip up and use the more endearing ones when he doesn’t realize people are listening
• Love, honey, anddearest are used pretty commonly in private
• He tends to use sweetheartordarlingwhen he’s extra grateful for having you
• Preciousorbabyare used when you’re having a rough time, and his voice is always so gentle when he says it
• Prince/princess for when he’s spoiling you after stealing Endeavor’s credit cards

deku doodle

|THE BNHA BOYS AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE |

FEATURING! — izuku midoriya, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eiji

WARNINGS! — none!

A/N!— just my take on what their love languages are! yet ANOTHER draft. i’ve posted like three times this week because i’ve just been trying to clean out my drafts so i really hope you guys are enjoying

DEKU feels most loved through words of affirmation. growing up quirkless, deku never really received the proper words of encouragement that he needed to hear from inko. while things are different now, he still has moments where he feels as though he’s weaker than his classmates and it’s up to you to erase that doubt from his mind. deku grows to see you as another prominent figure in his life, and he’ll very gladly demonstrate just how grateful he is you through any and every mean of affection.

BAKUGOU feels most loved through quality time. we all know that bakugou isn’t very good with being vulnerable,,,or with words. it takes both time and effort to learn how to gently coax him out of his low moments without making him feel as though you’re pitying him. he’s a busy guy with a hectic schedule so whenever you guys spend together, it means a lot to him (even if he doesn’t verbally express it). once you guys get the hang of the timing, you’ll become a pillar of support for the blond; doing homework together, working out together, cooking together, napping together. it’s pretty much just the small moments you guys get throughout the week that makes bakugou’s smile towards you a bit softer.

TODOROKI feels most loved through physical touch. whenever you give him so much as a kiss on the cheek, this boy dies. growing up with endeavor’s harsh hand and words, your soft touch has him in a chokehold. especially whenever you chose to touch him in public (hand holding, hugging, kissing). like, the tips of his ears will turn all red because wow, he’s so happy that you’re his partner and he’ll get all warm inside at the fact that you’re letting everyone else know that you’re with him. todoroki will start turning to you whenever he’s angry, sad, stressed, or even perfectly fine. he doesn’t really need a reason in particular, he’ll just lay his head on your lap and expect your hand to start running through his hair.

KAMINARI feels most loved through words of affirmation. it’s known to everyone that kaminari isn’t exactly top of the class in terms of academics or strength and he grows to rely on you to remind him that he’s more than that. he’s still deserving of his spot in class A and you’re there to make sure to let him know that a test score shouldn’t convince him otherwise. he’ll act all nonchalant about it and it’ll take gentle coaxing to get him to admit what’s bothering him, but he’ll eventually snap and fall apart in your arms. it breaks your heart to see such a beautiful boy feel so negatively about himself so you always try your best to remind him of his worth.

KIRISHIMA feels most loved through acts of service. if you offer to dye his roots for him, or give him a massage after a tough day, his cheeks will turn the color of his hair. he loves having you in his corner and knowing you’re always there to offer a helping hand. and when you offer to help him study, he almost cries because holy shit thank you so much, bakugou is too mean! overall really appreciative of all the support you provide, you give him the motivation to be his best self all the time in order to be that same light for you.

Okay but no like

Wouldn’t it be hysterical if Deku ended up inheriting one of his parent’s quirks after all as a late side effect of one for all

Bakugou would lose his s h i t

Like just imagine one day he has a cold just looking pathetically weak as ever and—

Deku:*sneezes*

Bakugou: *manga turns to ash*

Deku:

Bakugou: what the f—

Deku: *internal panic* j-JEEZ KA-CHAN Y-YOU SHOULD REALLY COVER YOUR FACE ITS FLU SEASON YOU KNOW

Bakugou:

would the bnha boys want kids?

this is just a random idea that popped up in my head and i decided why not. these r all just my opinions!!

short answer: yes!

• while izuku is extremely afraid to become a father and basically be responsible for a human/humans for the rest of their lives, the idea of having mini hims running around is amazing
• i think he’s just scared of being an overbearing dad. he wouldn’t want his kids to be bullied growing up like he was
• but he does really want kids. he considers the possibility of them not following in his footsteps, but just having someone to continue his legacy after he’s long gone to would be awesome

short answer: probably not

• if you asked him up front, the answer would be no
• he’s not that good with kids… he’s not that good with anyone tbh
• he feels like he’d also be too overbearing, but in a way where his expectations would be entirely too high
• he pushes himself everyday of his life. not everyone can live up to that standard; in his eyes, at least
• he wouldn’t want his children to feel like they’ll never be good enough for their father
• but… if he found the right person to balance out his own flaws, then maybe.

short answer:no

• todoroki thinks he’s nowhere near emotionally available for a child
• he’s not exactly afraid of becoming like his father—he knows he’s better than that pos at this point
• but the lingering fear of messing up, and making his kids feel worthless & talentless will always be there
• his family hasn’t even healed from all the trauma they went through, and it’s gonna be a while before they start. he’s gotta get all that figured out before he brings even more children into the picture
• but, i think he’d be open to the idea once he feels at his best

short answer: hell yes

• kirishima would loooove to have a family of his own with his s/o one day!
• the thought of being a pro hero and having his own family to come back to everyday is something he daydreams of
• he literally dreams of teaching them confidence and courage, wanting them to be stronger than he was throughout their journey of his life
• and kirishima would take so much pride in being a dad as well as a hero!

short answer: maybe?

• kaminari definitely isn’t looking that far in the future LMAOO
• starting a family definitely sounds nice but he’s not that interested in it
• once he’s been with his s/o for a while and that conversation arises, he wouldn’t be opposed to it
• but he’s just not that interested in having kids rn!

short answer: yes!

• he 100% wants to continue the iida family line
• having kids of his own that follow in his footsteps, and his brothers footsteps, is his dream
• he would def name them after his brother and other family members too
• he definitely wants a family. if you’re gonna be with him for the long run, expect that talk real soon LOL

Pairing: multiple mha characters x Female Reader

Warnings: cussing (If I miss anything, tell me)

Word count: less than 500 words :)

A/N: Omg I loved writing this. It was very fun to write!! So thank you for requesting this my lovely person you know who you are <3!! Your requests are coming. It is just taking a little longer than I thought. If I mess up on anything, tell me. And feedback is encouraged. Luv u all. Ɛ> likes and reblogs are appreciated.

Shoto Todoroki

Whenever you were out with Shoto and you saw a kid you would grab his arm and make him look at the small child. He would look at you looking at the small child and his heart would melt because he knew how much you loved kids. You guys thought about having a kid of your own but he was hesitant because he thought that he wouldn’t make a good father. But that was okay with you, you would wait until he was ready. And maybe one day he would be.

Tenya Ida

You both loved kids so much. Especially babies. Whenever Izuku and Uraraka asked you to watch their kids, you guys would immediately say yes! Because how could you guys say no to watching some babies? Tenya and you were both trying for a child but it hasn’t happened yet. But he told you not to worry about it because it will happen sooner or later. So when you found out you were pregnant you immediately ran to his agency and told him he was going to be a father. He was ecstatic he couldn’t wait to hold his baby boy (he is positive its a boy ) in his arms.

Katsuki Bakugo

You loved kids, your boyfriend, Katsuki on the other hand…let’s just say kids annoyed the heckie out of him. You worked with kids everyday and you loved it. You wanted a kid but he said no, not surprising. You begged him, and he still said no. And everytime you would ask he would say “GODDAMMIT WOMEN I DON’T WANT A BABY!!!” So you would let it go and didn’t bring it up again. A few months later Kirishima announced that he was going to be a father. And let me tell you that didn’t sit right with Katsuki. He took you home and fucked you until he put a baby in you. Because if someone was going to be a father it was going to be him not shitty hair.

Izuku Midoriya

My sweet little broccoli boy Deku. *sigh* He loved kids more than you. and that’s saying a lot because you loved kids. You always loved kids and being a teacher let you work with kids everyday. You always like to see your kids excel in their work. And whenever they did something funny you had to tell Deku. Deku lived for the stories you told him about your kids. You guys wanted kids but decided to wait until you guys settled into your new apartment. You both couldn’t wait till that day came.

god-touched & hideous – ch 4

pairing + wc: midoriya izuku x reader, parental erasermic + reader; 3.1k

specific tw: anxiety, injuries, exercise (bc hero training). see masterpostfor genre + general tw.

notes: i apologize to anyone who wanted a not slow-burn romance. i’m terrible fjfj

you’re walking onto the field with midoriya and the rest of the class. aizawa is leading the class to the throwing pitch. his earlier comment about you being ahead had made it seem like you were the most obedient student, and the idea of being the teacher’s pet makes your skin crawl. you’re making your way to the top without favoritism as a stepping stone, and you need to know he’s not playing favorites. 

but that wasn’t favoritism. that was a sharp comment used to keep the class in line. and, as a side effect, to put a target on your back. he was challenging me to do better.

you are where you are as a result of your own work, and it had better stay that way.

the class shuffles into a little crowd in front of aizawa, chattering nervously. he begins talking, and the whole class almost immediately falls silent, anxious to hear the test guidelines. “we’ll be testing your quirks today.”

gravity girl’s hand shoots up.

“yes?”

“what about the entrance ceremony? orientation?” she wrings her hands.

“UA is known for having a freestyle education system. the professors are no different. there is no time to waste on ceremonial things. you have three years to become heroes, and that time is better spent learning than attending ceremonies,” he looks out over the class, and when no one raises their hand, he continues. “do you remember the no-quirks-allowed gym tests you participated in in middle school and high school? the ball throw, 50-meter dash, endurance run, etcetera?”

you see a few people nod in front of you, but mostly everyone just stares.

“it’s irrational to bar quirk usage on those exams. all that does is prevent you from reaching your highest potential.” aizawa turns sharply to look at bakugo, kacchan, asshole-bully-guy from the practical exam, whatever his name is. “bakugo-san, how far could you throw in high school?”

“sixty-seven meters.” he has a kind of bitter, snarling look to his face.

aizawa dips his face down into his scarf, and you know he’s hiding his smile again. he hands bakugo a softball. “do it with your quirk.”

bakugo takes the ball and steps into the circle.

aizawa pulls out his phone. “do whatever you want, but stay inside the circle.”

bakugo grins with too many teeth and stretches a bit. midoriya shuffles nervously next to you. you wonder if you can block the sound of explosions fully.

bakugo finishes stretching and winds up to throw, sending the softball rocketing off into the sky with a powerful blast from his hand and an eloquent “DIE!”

you muffle the explosion and the shout a little bit in your and midoriya’s area at the last second. he glances at you, mind clearly already spinning like a hamster on a wheel, but you don’t say anything.

aizawa holds up his phone, “705.2 meters,” he says. “it’s rational to know your limits; only then can you push beyond them, and only then can you build a foundation on which you can become a hero.”

there are various cries of excitement from your classmates, elated to have free reign over their quirks and to be able to show off in front of potential new rivals and friends.

aizawa laughs; the whole class pauses to look at him. “you all want to be heroes, right? and you think this is awesome? that it’s fun? that it’s a game? well, the person with the lowest score across all of the events will be judged as hopeless and lacking potential, and i will expel them.”

and re-enroll them, you think smugly, knowing aizawa is and has always been too much of a softie to expel a student permanently without a much stronger line of reasoning.

but the rest of the class doesn’t know that, just like they hadn’t known when aizawa was finished explaining earlier, inside, and the cluster of students erupts into chaos.

“that’s completely unfair, sensei! it’s only the first day!” gravity girl protests. you think of training sessions in the warehouse and the lack of mercy from sensei. aizawa was and is far more fair to you than sensei could have ever been.

“the world is full of unfairness,” aizawa responds, echoing your thoughts. “as heroes, it is your job to find, overcome, and correct unfairness. and for the next three years, you’ll be training and studying non-stop in order to improve your abilities to the point where you can do that. UA will put you through the wringer. it will feel unfair.” get used to it.

—

izuku worries that he’s about to die of a heart attack. he is paired with kacchan for the fifty-meter dash, and he’s completely unprepared for this test.

if i use one for all once, i’ll be incapacitated by pain for the entire rest of the exam, which means i have to choose one of the later events to boost my score.

one for all will only occur as a burst, since i can’t sustain it, so it’s no good for me to choose the endurance run, side stepping, toe-touch, or sit ups. the fifty-meter dash will be first, so i can’t choose that. grip strength and long jump come after, both ideal for a burst of power, but both too early for me to use one for all. that leaves the ball throw, which is in the middle, but later than the other options…

“choose the ball throw,” you whisper from next to him, completely nonchalant.

izuku jumps in surprise, although at this point it’s not that he’s surprised he’s mumbling his thoughts aloud, it’s that he’s surprised that you listened to him talk.

“you’re right that it’s the best for a burst of power and that it’s the latest opportunity you’ll have.”

he flounders. they’re my competitor, they shouldn’t be helping me – if i do well, they could be expelled instead! but maybe they know they don’t need to worry about being expelled, because they’ll do well enough? maybe they don’t think we’ll really be expelled?

“midoriya,” your voice pulls him out of his head again. he’s not sure if he was talking aloud this time, and you give no indication either way. “it’s your turn.”

he tries his hardest to race against kacchan, he really does. he does better than in high school, at least, but he ends up with a mouth full of soot from an explosion too close to his face. izuku steps back on the sidelines and tries his best to focus on the ball throw, to think through minimizing damage and maximizing power output.

instead, he watches you step up to the starting line. you’re racing the woman with the ponytail, who has made herself a light motorbike, the kind built for sudden acceleration in races. the air around you shimmers like a mirage, wavering, unstable. your eyes glow brighter and brighter.

aizawa starts the race and you’re off like a shot; he barely even sees you move, but you skid to a stop in a cloud of dust, ponytail lady following close behind.

“3.03 seconds,” the counting machine chirps helpfully, followed by ponytail’s time.

iida huffs and adjusts his glasses, and izuku remembers iida’s time: 3.04 seconds. holy shit. they’re faster. his hands itch for his notebook.

the grip strength has you nearly crushing the measuring device with hundreds of kilograms of force, and the standing long jump sends you ridiculously far. every event has him watching the air ripple around you and preparing for the smell of ozone and a crushing display of power. he watches kacchan fume as you stay ahead of him in every event, palms smoking.

then it’s time for the ball throw.

izuku steps into the circle. he takes a deep breath and prepares to throw with every ounce of power one for all can provide. but the end of the throw doesn’t feel like it should, it’s like he’s losing his grip on the ball, but that isn’t it.

“46 meters,” says the measuring machine.

his heart drops. he had tried to use one for all, and not only was he an unfit vessel, unable to contain that level of power, he couldn’t even call on it properly. the odd feeling of losing his grip is still there.

“i erased your quirk,” says aizawa-sensei, a good distance behind him.

izuku whirls around. that’s what that odd feeling was. my quirk was gone.

aizawa-sensei’s capture weapon is hovering around him and his hair is standing up. “the entrance exam is ridiculous and irrational. you cannot control your quirk; it incapacitates you. but you were still allowed in. after that throw, do you know what would have happened?”

izuku’s heart bangs against his ribs. he gets the sense that the question is rhetorical, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“you would have been unable to throw again without healing, just like in a combat situation, where you would be unable to aid your allies because you would either be physically incapacitated from the injury, or mentally incapacitated from the pain. you cannot be a hero if saving one person will take you out of commission.” aizawa-sensei sighs and closes his eyes tightly, hair floating back down as he snatches the ball with his capture weapon and hands it to izuku. “you have your quirk back. try again and get it over with.”

izuku’s face burns, his eyes sting. his classmates are chattering around him, and he hears kacchan make a comment about izuku probably being expelled. and the thing is, izuku knows, he knows that he hasn’t caught up, that he’s not even close to where everyone else is, that his quirk is working against him and that in his current state, he really did get in by luck.

but he stuffs his anxiety back down because he has another shot and he is not going to waste it, not when for the first time in his entire life, he has a friend, someone who believes in him.

yes, he has his mother, but she had scarcely begun to believe in him by this morning. yes, he has all might, but he is all might’s successor, it’s practically a requirement for him to believe in izuku. but you, you had no such obligation, no previous ties or relationship with him to maintain, no reason to butter him up or flatter him or say meaningless things.

izuku thinks of you, sitting on that bench at the beach, the calculating way you’d looked at him and said, completely confident in your words, “you’ll catch up.” he had hoped you were right, that even if he had to work harder than everyone else, he would be able to catch up. but in that moment, holding the ball on the dusty pitch, something clicks in the whirring of his mind: he has to make you right. for the first time in his life, someone believes in him, and instead of having someone to prove wrong, someone to defy, he has someone to prove right.

he was right to choose the ball throw. he was right to watch how the rest of his classmates used their quirks creatively, and even if his is new and uncontrollable and dangerous, he can use it just as creatively. he remembers the way you explained your quirk - your body as a physical conduit.

izuku throws the ball and releases the entirety of one for all through his finger at the last second. his vision blurs as the bones in his finger shatter, but he breathes through it as best he can, grinning madly, shoving his fist against his shirt in a weak attempt at pressure.

he’s shaking as he turns toward aizawa-sensei, and you, hovering just behind him, “i’m still standing, i can still fight,” he grits out, and he watches the barely perceptible nod you give him. aizawa-sensei ducks his face down into his capture weapon and izuku sees your mouth twitch in a suppressed smile. he smiles so hard that it hurts, even as his finger swells, purple and blue with bruises, pulsing pain in a sharp, terrible way. he can barely see you through his tears of both pain and relief, but he smiles.

“705.3 meters,” aizawa-sensei reads, and izuku wipes his eyes with his good hand just in time to see kacchan lunge for him.

but kacchan stops a couple meters away. aizawa-sensei’s capture weapon is wrapped around kacchan’s head and body, keeping him restrained, although he’s still shouting.

“stop using your quirk. i’m getting dry eye.” aizawa-sensei huffs and drags kacchan back toward him. you’re standing nearby, like before, and you look just as vicious as that day outside the exam hall.

“we’re moving on to the next events. stop wasting time.” aizawa releases kacchan, and izuku breathes as best he can. he still has the endurance run, sit ups, and toe-touch to get through.

—

the endurance run has always been your favorite, mostly because of the mental component, and because it was your favorite part of training on the weekdays, which you spent at your family’s house. it was always nice to get out of the house and run along the streets before your parents were awake, a peaceful and quiet moment to yourself.

this is anything but peaceful and quiet. yes, it’s an endurance run, but what it really is is a longer race.

you’re running in a dead sprint, neck-in-neck with iida. he’s taking strides as long as he can, pushing harder and harder to keep his pace and to pull ahead of you. you’re grasping at every bit of sunlight and ambient heat and noise that you can, even the noise of tennis shoes on the track, fueling yourself with your quirk and hurtling forward.

the finish line approaches. your feet are pounding the track, chest heaving, and iida is tearing along next to you. you cross the line and keep running, both of you going too fast to slow down, and as you taper off into jogging, you hear the machine chirp out your times.

they are the same.

iida slows to a walk. you do too. you turn backwards to watch the others race. he mimicks you.

yaoyorozu, the woman who sits behind you in class, has crossed the line on the motorcycle she used in the first event. midoriya is in the middle of the pack, looking a bit worse for wear. his hand is clearly bothering him, as is the idea of being expelled.

iida’s exhausted, resigned sigh makes you look at him. “[last name]-san… i do not think anyone outside the iida family has ever tied with me or beaten me in a foot race.”

“i’m glad to have someone to race against,” you say, unsure of how to respond. you stop to stretch.

“indeed.”

—

izuku’s stomach twists as he stands in a crowd of his classmates, waiting for the results. there’s nothing particularly notable about any of his records, except the ball throw. he runs over them all again, just in case he forgot something that could save him. there’s nothing to find. the ground sways underneath him.

you appear at his side, apparently a magnet for his anxious mumbling. “midoriya,” you say, cold and quiet, and he feels the ground still. “if you’re worried about being expelled, don’t.”

it’s simple, offers zero explanation, and is weirdly cryptic. it still makes his stomach flip a little less violently.

“here are the scores.” aizawa-sensei flicks upward on his phone and projects the rankings.

izuku starts at the top of the list (in doing so, he realizes how optimistic that seems, and how that will let him down in the gentlest way possible). your name is at the top, tied with a “yaoyorozu momo,” who he thinks is the woman who did the endurance run on a lightweight motorbike.

he skims down the rest of the names, over a “todoroki shoto,” kacchan, iida, but that’s as far as he gets before aizawa-sensei says something.

“the lowest scoring student will not be expelled.”

izuku’s heart drops out of his goddamn chest in relief, straight through his ribs and into the ground.

“what?!”someone shrieks.

aizawa-sensei grins like a cheshire cat, and it is not comforting. “it was a logical ruse.”

“i’m starting from the bottom,” izuku murmurs to himself.

“the bottom of the top,” you reply. “you worked hard to get here. keep working hard so you can stay.”

—

after a trip to recovery girl’s office, izuku returns to the classroom. aizawa-sensei is napping in the front in his yellow sleeping bag. there are syllabi and various course documents on everyone’s desks, but at least five students are clustered in the back of the class, around yours and yaoyorozu’s desks.

he sits down to look at the syllabi, but he’s instantly distracted by the topic of conversation behind him: quirks.

“i can make anything non-living, as long as i know the chemical formulas and have enough lipids,” yaoyorozu explains.

“and what about you, [last name]-san? you kept up with pretty much everyone. do you have a strength quirk or something?” the question comes from a floating uniform – hagakure, izuku reminds himself.

he expects you to explain the basics, if not the details of your quirk. but you’re silent as you cast your gaze over the group of students, and you shake your head a bit when you make eye contact with izuku. he gets the message: don’t say anything. “my quirk is similar to yaoyorozu’s in that it’s an all-purpose type of thing. other than that, you don’t need to know anything right now. i will explain it in the future if necessary.”

his heart stops; he’s never been part of a secret before in his life. and this is a secret that’s special in a different way entirely. you’d told him all about your quirk, no resistance at all, handing over every bit of information he’d asked for. but here you are, refusing to tell your classmates anything, even though it would be beneficial for future training exercises.

izuku doesn’t like being selfish. he thinks it’s wrong. but he watches you snap at a blonde student with a lightning bolt in his hair (kaminari denki, his mind supplies) when he keeps pushing for information on your quirk. he watches your classmates guess your quirk, watches you batting them around like a cat with a mouse in its paws. your responses are short and clipped, ice cold, closed off. he realizes that he’s the only one being included here, the only one you bother to treat just a little more gently, openly, and his head spins. he is your exception in that moment, and he’s deliriously happy with that revelation.

izuku doesn’t like being selfish, but all his life he’s been the one excluded, never the exception to the rule, always the example; he thinks he might be okay with being selfish about you.

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god-touched & hideous – ch 3

pairing + wc: midoriya izuku x reader, parental erasermic + reader; 3.9k

specific tw: anxiety, overthinking. see masterpostfor genre + general tw.

notes: sure, everyone reading this knows you got into UA - but do you know you got into UA?

you’re laying on your back on top of your quilt, earbuds in and one of the cats sitting on your stomach while you pet her. she’s your favorite cat, azuki, a birman with grey and white coloring. her job, and the music’s job, is to crush the anxiety bubbling in your chest.

the UA exam was easy, even the practical. you have no reason to worry about getting in, and even if you did have reason to worry, you could easily get into shiketsu or some other university. but that competitive drive stabs at you, demands that you go to the top school, and anxiety crinkles like bubble wrap.

you stomp on it, and every single bubble pops, leaving you flat and apathetic. you haul azuki further up so that she can curl up next to your head. your whole body itches with the need to do something, anything.train, run, talk, kick something, anything. but you’re going to lie there and ignorethat nervousness if it kills you. there’s nothing to do but wait, and you’ll be damned if you let this stupid, irrational fear run your life.

there’s a gentle knock on your door, so gentle that you almost think it’s just part of the track you’re listening to. you sit up sowly. the cat jumps off the bed and walks toward the door to rub her chin on yamada’s pajama pants; he’s standing half in the room, half behind the door. azuki purrs loudly and smashes her face into his shin.

“hey, can i come in?” he’s holding a letter. your stomach jams itself against your lungs.

you nod and take your earbuds out. yamada sits on the edge of your bed.

“is aizawa home yet?” you ask. he might want to be here to watch you open it.

yamada laughs, hoarse and booming, a little wheezy. he spends all day yelling. “yes,” he says, looking smug. “he’s sitting in the kitchen, stress-drinking coffee. he won’t admit it, but he’s scared of both possibilities.” he hands you the letter. “why don’t you open it and put him out of his misery.”

the front of the letter is addressed to you, the back embossed with the UA logo. you slip a finger under the edge of the envelope and begin prying it open. your hands shake so badly that you can’t rip it open cleanly, and the top edge ends up a mangled mess of paper. “i couldn’t put him out of his misery if i tried.”

yamada just nods.

there’s a projection disc inside the envelope. couldn’t they just send a letter? you shake your head and put the disc down on the comforter, careful to leave it upside down so it doesn’t accidentally start playing. you stare at it. your skin buzzes with impatience.

“you know shota will be proud of you, we’ll be proud of you, no matter the result, right?” yamada says. you can’t see his expression, unwilling to look up, but you know it must be horrifyingly forgiving.

your head spins as you pick the disc up, anger and anxiety wrestling in the eye of your hurricane mind. the pride yamada has in you makes something inside you rage and thrash, desperate, fighting against a lull, like a predator just before a tranquilizer dart takes effect.

you nod.

“do you want me to stay?”

the brief, impossible scenario of bursting into tears in front of yamada flashes into your mind. it won’t happen for a multitude of reasons, but it’s enough to put you off the idea of another person in the room. “no, it’s okay. you can go worry with aizawa.”

he snorts. “okay, kiddo. i’ll go worry with him. not that i’m worried, i know you’re going to get in, i just… let us know when you’re ready.” he rests his hand on your shoulder, and it’s so gentle and so yamada that it actually soothes you.

the anxiety fizzing underneath your skin dissipates, just for a second. “alright. i’ll let you know.”

azuki follows him to the door, yowling. he scoops her up. “i’ll take her with me. she’ll make shota feel a little better.” he shuts the door behind him.

you flip the disc over, and a projection comes to life above it.

all might comes into the frame and announces that he’s teaching at UA. the exact words skim over the surface of your mind as you will the video to progress faster, to just get to the results so you can have some goddamn peace of mind.

“with fifty-five villain points and thirty-five rescue points, not to mention a nearly perfect score on the written exam, you’re a shoe-in for UA, young [last name]!” all might booms, giving you an aggressive thumbs up. “welcome to your hero academia!”

the projection narrows to a thin black line and disappears. elation flits through your veins and leaves you to flatline on something empty. you know competition will jumpstart your heart later, anyways. you stare at the wall of your room, a few feet from the end of your bed. 

numbers float through your mind. fifty-five. thirty-five. ninety points. scores are never disclosed to the public, so they’re meaningless without comparison. you can only assume that the shoe-in comment means you’re above the median score. good enough to get in, and good enough to be above the median, but nebulous, hanging somewhere between the top and the middle, and abstract and pointless in the face of real combat, real rescue situations, real villains, real quirk use. enough to get in, but not enough to matter.

your phone buzzes next to you on the quilt, startling you out of your reverie. midoriya’s contact pops up on the screen. your fingers hover over the accept call button.

you’d met him earlier, at the beginning of the week, and after that you’d occasionally texted, speculating about the exam or discussing the latest villain fight from the news. but you hadn’t called, and phone calls are much harder to escape than texting conversations. you can’t just leave whenever you want to, and your responses have to be more immediate. you’re running out of time, you realize, watching your phone shift a little on the quilt as it rings.

you put your earbuds back in and accept the call.

“hi, midoriya,” you edge in as soon as you hear the call connect, knowing he’s going to start talking the instant you pick up.

“hi [last name]!” you hear him take a deep breath, and you know he’s about to talk as fast as he can. “i already told my mom this but i wasn’t sure who else to call because i don’t really have anyone else to tell except my mentor? but i’llsee my mentor later so it would be redundant to call him, and i shouldn’t call kacchan about this since he’ll be angry enough as it is when he finds out through the school, so i called you, since you’re the only other person i talk to and who i think should know about this.”

the world passes around you like you’re in a bullet train, blurring fast and meaningless, distracting you from what he’s saying. “what is it you wanted to tell me?” you take a shot in the dark and hope that it’s accurate enough to keep the conversation on the rails.

“yes, right! uh, anyways, i… did you get your UA results yet? i don’t want to tell you this if you haven’t opened your results yet!” he must be practically vibrating with excitement.

you huff, a soft, barely there laugh. “yeah, i just opened them. i think we all get them at around the same time.”

“okay, okay so!” his voice gets thick, like he’s talking around the urge to cry. you hear him sniff. “i, i did it! i got in!” he laughs a little hysterically. you’re sure he’s openly sobbing, hand clapped over his mouth. “you were right, well sort of, there were points for rescuing that nice lady from the zero pointer, so you were right that i had a chance, just not right that points didn’t matter.”

“i was right, ultimately,” you push.

“and i was right to be hopeful,” he pushes back. you can practically see the determined gleam in his eye.

you play with the edge of the quilt in your lap. “what course?”

“i’m in the hero course, [last name], the hero course. and all might is going to be teaching us. all might.”

“us?” you say slowly, “isn’t that a little presumptive? what if i didn’t get in?” the corner of your mouth tugs up, and alone in your room, you still force it back down, just out of habit. just in case leniency now means leniency later.

midoriya stutters on the other end of the phone. “i– you– what? you had to have gotten in! i saw you taking down those robots – the ones at the beginning should’ve been enough on their own, but then i saw some other ones near the end and you should have some points from helping rescue that nice person from the zero pointer. there’s no way you didn’t get it. unless you’re right and points don’t matter and they just decided to let me in for some other reason? maybe because of my mentor? and the points were all a ruse? maybe–”

a laugh bubbles up in your throat. you barely manage to suppress it. “midoriya,” you cut him off.

“yes?”

“i was joking.”

“oh… oh, well thank goodness because i don’t know anyone else except kacchan in the hero course, and i didn’t want to be all by myself, and maybe you don’t either – not that i’m saying you don’t have friends or–”

“midoriya.”

he hums, voice pitching with nervousness.

“it’s fine,” you continue, “and i’m in 1-A. are you in A or B?”

“that’s great! that’s amazing! i’m in 1-A too! i’m going to have so soso much catching up to do but that’s okay, that’s perfectly fine because i did it! we did it! we’re going to UA!”

you have catching up to do, untold amounts of it, considering you’ve never met your other classmates. and considering midoriya will probably accelerate to the top of the class at light speed.

the thought of classes and work spills over into your earlier discussion with midoriya about mentors, and you remember that aizawa and yamada are waiting in the kitchen, probably ridiculously concerned because you’ve been sitting in your room for so long.

“i should probably go, i have a few other people to call about the acceptance.” you fumble for a way out of the conversation after midoriya’s inspiring mini-speech.

“yes, right! go do that.” he sounds so bright and clear, even over the phone.

“i’ll see you in class,” you say, lowly enough that you’re not sure he’ll hear. you’re not sure why you say it, either.

“alright, yeah, i’ll see you then. bye?”

“bye, midoriya.”

“bye!”

you hang up before the awkward chain of goodbyes can continue, and sit there in your pajamas, phone held loosely in your hand, projection disk in your lap, quilt pooling around you. the world spins lightly, only inside your head. the room is still. the hurricane in your mind is not, propelled onward by some unseen force. the air is cool and dry; you shut your eyes against it, against something.

you take a deep breath and haul yourself out of bed.

the wooden floor is cool and smooth, grounding as you stand there, willing yourself forward, something about the idea of your acceptance to UA being acknowledged holding you back. like petting the spine of a cat the wrong way, or hugging someone you despise, a special form of discomfort that makes you angry first and uncomfortable later.

you dig your nails into your hand and plow forward, opening the door and walking down the hallway to the kitchen. aizawa is sitting at the kitchen counter, surrounded by three different coffee mugs, and yamada is perched on a stool next to him, hand on his arm. words ball up behind your tongue, different ways to announce your acceptance. a thought tumbles out like the first spray of snow in an avalanche.

“have fun dealing with me in class.”

yamada, in his typical emotional manner, jumps up and runs to hug you. “i always knew you could do it,” he says, hugging you tighter, and it doesn’t make you angry or uncomfortable. it never has, no matter how afraid you were that it might begin to one day. yamada and aizawa have never been the people to make you angry.

“you will be more tolerable than the other students, most likely. and don’t make me expel you. expelling and subsequently re-enrolling my own student would be illogical and embarrassing.”

yamada lets go of you and returns to his seat next to aizawa. you sit down at the end of the counter.

“i won’t disappoint you,” you say, looking aizawa dead in the eyes.

he sips his coffee, and you get the feeling he’s hiding a smile behind the rim of his cup. “i never thought you would.”

—

izuku is standing in the subway car – he gave his seat to an elderly woman, she needed it much more than he did – when he sees you board at a stop near UA. you’re blank-faced with your earbuds in, just like the last time he saw you at the subway station near his apartment.

he hopes you’ll see him and come stand with him, a little fluttering thing in his chest, wishing for a friend. you walk further into the car, hands in your pockets, unhurried even as the subway pulls away from the stop and begins to move. you’re looking down just enough to avoid the gaze of most people in the car without seeming shy. he sees you pause a few seats away from him, gaze locked on the ground near him. and then, in a heart-stopping, anxiety-inducing moment where he wonders if his wishing actually worked and he has some obscure quirk he only now activated the condition for, you approach him, eyes flat and expressionless, but addressing him.

“i recognized your shoes.” you grab the ceiling handle next to the one he’s holding and take one earbud out.

izuku feels a blush spread under his freckles at the comment. he is suddenly hyper aware of his shoes. “yes, uh, they’re… distinctive?”

he watches the way you smile, if it can be called that. it’s faint and could easily be mistaken for the natural position of someone’s mouth, a slight upturn, if he hadn’t seen the flat, even slight frown, to your face when you weren’t paying attention to anything in particular. he desperately hopes that your smile is not a cruel one.

you raise an eyebrow at him after a moment. maybe your smile was cruel?

“your tie is tied wrong.” the way you say it makes it sound like a fact, but not like an insult. he suspends judgement on your smile. it’s something he can figure out later. his hyper awareness switches from his shoes to his tie.

“yeah, i don’t really know how to tie it? i never learned because my high school uniform didn’t have a tie, and neither did my middle school one. i tried googling it but it was kind of difficult to figure out? i’m not the best with spatial awareness and geometry, so i tied it kind of messily…” izuku touches the back of his neck, and his hyper awareness switches to that instead, knowing that you know that it’s a self-soothing gesture, meant to smooth out his fraying nerves. it has the opposite effect and he can feel the way his mind tailspins into a feedback loop of his own behavior, out of control and swerving wildly inside his head.

his eyes refocus on you when you step closer to him. he almost stumbles back in surprise, but catches himself with the ceiling handle.

“i’ll fix it,” you mutter, shrugging, hands already on his tie. izuku is pretty sure his entire body goes bright red at your close proximity – although that would happen from being that close to any person, contact has always flustered him and he assures himself that it’s just the nerves from his first day that are making him like this. but he’s self-aware enough to know that that assurance is only a half-truth, and that he wants to impress you, to be your friend, and he’s been down this path before and he can only hope this one ends in a better place than it previously did.

the wormhole of his thoughts spits him back out in the real world, with you smoothing his tie down after fixing it. “thanks,” he chokes out, incredibly grateful when his – and your – subway stop arrives and the train comes to a halt – he can take the time of walking off the subway to process what just happened.

except he doesn’t get that time, because you pull both of your earbuds out, coil them around your fingers, stuff them into the pocket of your blazer, and say “let’s go,” which just leaves him speed walking after you.

you walk so fast that he worries you’re both late, but according to the time on his phone, you both still have twenty minutes before you even need to be in the classroom.

“do you know anyone in 1-A?” you ask him, staring straight ahead as you pass through UA’s gates.

thirty-six students, four recommendations, split in half, twenty people in 1-A. he hopes he knows only you, because everyone else at the exam – except maybe the nice woman with the gravity quirk – terrified him. “no, i don’t think so.”

“me neither.” except me, they know me? but that was probably implied…

you start up the stairs. there’s a ridiculous amount of flights, and he’s terribly glad that he’s much more in shape now than he was at the beginning of the summer. you’re still speed walking – stepping? – up the stairs, and it would’ve been embarrassing to fall behind or struggle to keep up.

izuku stands in the stairwell and stares down the long hallway of the floor classroom 1-A is on. his hands sweat.

your voice breaks through the cloud of anxiety forming in his mind like the beacon of a lighthouse. “it’s good that you don’t know any of them. there’ll be plenty of new quirks for you to take notes on.”

as soon as you’re done talking, you’re already walking towards the classroom entrance. izuku scrambles after you and manages to fall into step as you reach the door. it’s extremely tall and wide – probably to accommodate students and teachers with quirks that make them bigger in some way, like wings or a tail or a quirk like fat gum’s. you slide it open.

he stands next to you in the doorway, eyes flickering over the different students. kacchan. the scary fast guy from the exam. the nice gravity girl.

izuku looks back at the whole room and sees every student staring at both of you. the fast guy with glasses approaches and he blanks, mouth dry, fingers shaking.

“i’m iida tenya. i attended somei private academy. please do not sit with your feet on the desk like bakugo-kun is doing, it is disrespectful.” he makes a sharp, downward sweeping motion with his arm, hand parallel to the ground, and it’s sudden enough to startle izuku into talking.

“i’m– ah, i’m midoriya izuku. pleased to meet you, iida-kun.” he feels like he’s running down a hill too fast, feet milliseconds from tangling and sending him sprawling.

“i’m [last name] [first name].” the lack of pleasantries makes izuku feel like his throat is closing a little bit from the potential confrontation. then he remembers that you don’t use an honorific for him, and his throat closes a little more, thousands of reasons dancing in his head.

iida pushes his glasses up and stares izuku down. well, the space between you and izuku. “i… midoriya-kun, [last name]-san. both of you understood the practical exam far better than i did. you understood its true purpose and test. it does not please me to admit this, but you were both superior candidates to me.” he sighs, “midoriya-kun, you especially i would like to apologize to. i believe i was rather rude to you at the exam instruction seminar. i misjudged you.”

izuku is pretty sure his jaw is on the floor. he tries to explain, but the words won’t fit right in his mouth, “i– didn’t? the exam was just? iida-kun i– i didn’t, i’m not superior–”

“midoriya,” you butt in. “take the compliment. and sit down. sensei will be here soon, and it’s best that everyone is in their seats when that happens.”

izuku refocuses on the rest of the class, searching for his seat, and realizes that every student is watching the exchange between you, him, and iida. most of them hurriedly sit down at your comment, suddenly aware that they are in a classroom and that they want to make a good impression on their professor.

he hears you huff and sees you take a piece of paper out of your pocket, probably to check your seat number. you make your way toward the back of the room and sit down in seat nineteen, in front of a woman with glossy black hair in a high ponytail. izuku checks his seat number. eighteen. he sits down in front of you. kacchan is sitting directly in front of him. izuku fiddles with his tie.

a couple of students are still hanging out near the doorway when a yellow sleeping bag, with a person in it, flops down between them. the students jump in surprise, and one screeches.

the sleeping bag unzips slightly. izuku gapes; eraserhead is our homeroom professor.

“if you’re here to socialize, then get out. if you’re here to learn, get in your seats.”

the students scramble to sit down.

eraserhead stands up out of his sleeping bag and walks to the speaking podium, checking his watch. “only five seconds,” he mutters, and izuku can’t tell whether he’s looking at him, you, or the woman behind you. “still, time is a precious resource. you all will need to behave in a rational, efficient manner to get what needs to be done, done.”

kacchan scoffs lightly in front of him. eraserhead ignores him.

“i’m your home room professor, aizawa shota. pleased to meet you. don’t give me a reason to expel you, and don’t be late.” he surveys the classroom, but no one says anything in response. “change into your gym clothes. head out to the grounds. we’ll be conducting a test of sorts today.”

the class waits for him to continue, to explain the test. izuku’s mind buzzes with the possibilities, and with the reality that he is completely unprepared for this test, that he has no idea what it is, or how it will be scored, and that he is behind the others in every way possible.

the buzzing cuts off as he hears you stand up behind him, and then aizawa-sensei says something just after you do so. “what are you all waiting for? [last name]-san is already ahead of you.”

the entire class rushes to catch up.

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marked up

warnings: kind of smutty?

characters: shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, izuku midoriya

summary: their favorite place to mark you with hickeys.

a/n: these are the shortest headcanons i’ve written in a hot minute lol. but ayee, my first mha writing :) can y’all guess who i’m a simp for?

also, everyone is aged up (18+)

todoroki

 hipbones / lower tummy

- likes it because you’re extra sensitive there

- plus he just loves your hips

- you’ll squirm and unintentionally try to move away from his touch

- but he won’t let you

- is truly obsessed with the soft mewls you make

- will definitely get carried away

- like if you don’t stop him, your lower abdomen will look like a crime occurred 

- likes leaving marks where he knows only you and him will see

- even though sometimes he silently wishes people could see just how well he marks you up 

you’re laid out in front of shouto on the bed, fully nude and vulnerable. his hands rise and fall along the dips and curves of your body, taking a liking to the soft skin of your hips. he lowers himself so that he’s laying between your plush thighs, his warm hands still resting on your hips. he places unbearably soft kisses along your lower stomach, just above your sacred area and your breath gets caught in your throat. he keeps peppering small kisses along your stomach until he reaches your hips, stopping there for a moment to glance up at you through eager eyes. you know exactly what’s coming next and brace yourself for the overwhelmingly ticklish yet pleasurable feeling bound to come. he attaches his mouth to the inner area of your hip, sucking gently on the skin there. the first time he did this caught you so off guard, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his mouth tickled against you. but now that you’re a lot more used to the previously unusual feeling, the instant his tongue grazes against your body, a jolt of pleasure rushes directly to your core. 

“nnh, shouto.” you hiss, placing your hand within his two-toned hair. this only motivates his antics even more, and once he’s satisfied with one mark, he moves onto the next. you watch him amusedly as he uses his mouth to paint dark purple bruises along your skin. he looks so content, so pleased with the noises you’re making and the marks that he’s leaving that you fail to notice just how many hickeys are currently covering your hips and abdomen. your eyes widen a bit at the sight, not quite wanting to stop your boyfriend, but knowing you probably should in order to salvage any clear areas of your skin. 

“shouto, baby. maybe you should stop. i look like i just got beat up.” you giggle and he pulls away at your remark. his eyes go wide, just like yours did, while he looks over the damage he dealt, mouth slightly going agape.

“oh shit, sorry. i didn’t know i made that many.” he blushes and you laugh at him a little harder. 

“it’s ok, at least it felt good.” you compliment, only deepening the red tint dusted across todoroki’s cheeks. 

“yeah, and they actually look pretty in my opinion. really pretty.” he replies, grazing his hand across the marks littering your skin and now he isn’t the only one blushing.   

bakugou

chest / boobs

- personally, i believe bakugou is equally as much of an ass guy as he is a boob guy

- and since you won’t let him leave hickeys on your ass, he settles for the next best option

- your tits

- is fascinated by how soft they feel in his mouth

- and the way you moan above him sort of makes him weak

-though he won’t admit that

- could honestly suck on your titties for hours if you let him

- and you probably would bc he’s really good with his mouth 

bakugou’s lips are attached to your breast, just above your nipple as you sit straddling his lap wearing nothing but your underwear. you watch as his mouth works sinfully at bruising a bold hickey onto your skin and his fingers mindlessly tease the nipple of your other boob. he looks up at you momentarily, his calm yet lust blown expression causing your heart to flutter. why is it that he looks the most peaceful when he has my tit in his mouth? you think silently to yourself, accidentally letting out a quiet laugh in the process.

“what’s so funny?” his head snaps up and your skin releases from his lips with a wet smack. 

“nothing, nothing. keep going.” you say and bakugou raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t further question your laughter. instead he nips at your skin harshly, sending a shock of pain through your chest. but much to his surprise, you let out a breathy moan as opposed to the whiny protest he was expecting to receive from you which makes him look up at you with a smirk. 

“oh, so you like that? of course you’d like that.” he grunts before nipping your skin again, then licking gentle circles across the area to soothe the pain. you let out another moan that satisfies bakugou immensely, and he continues the routine of nipping and biting and sucking your skin, alternating between each breast. once he’s finished placing six deep purple love bites over your chest, he sits back to admire his masterpiece. 

“that’s so hot.” he groans, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake over each mark he left on your body. 

“it is, and now it’s time for me to leave some on you.” you smile innocently, though your next course of action proves to be just the opposite of that.

kirishima

collarbone

- honestly, kirishima likes kissing and leaving marks on you everywhere

- and i mean everywhere

- but he loves leaving hickeys on your collarbone especially

- partly because he loves that a lot of the time, people could see them if you don’t take the time to cover them up properly

-it’s a way to show the world that you’re his

- and partly because he loves how needy you get when he does it

- kirishima is a fool for needy y/n, yes he is

sometimes when kirishima gets bored, he gets needy and when he’s needy, he wants you to be needy too. so he’ll do whatever he can to get you in the mood with him. though it never really takes much work on his end because honestly,  kirishima is quite difficult to resist. you’re watching a show on the couch, paying kirishima no mind as he looks at you like a puppy begging for food from the other end of the couch. normally you were the needy one, begging for attention like that. but the roles have been switched this time. the difference between you and kirishima though, is he won’t actually tell you that he’s needy. he’ll just show you. so you’re waiting patiently for him to do just that. 

as if he read your mind, he makes his way over to your end of the couch, sits down, and pulls you into his lap with ease. 

“y/n, i’m bored.” he sighs looking at you with those same puppy dog eyes again. 

“just let me finish this episode, then we can tend to your needs.” you chuckle and kirishima frowns.

“but i wanna tend to them now.” he huffs, wasting no time to attach his lips to the exposed skin of your collarbone from the loose hanging t-shirt you’re wearing. your breath hitches almost immediately and sometimes you curse yourself for being so sensitive, especially when it comes to kirishima. he begins doing what he does best, marking you up the way he loves to so much. you actually still have faint marks from where he left hickeys on you a few days ago. but you’d be a bold face liar if you said you didn’t like it too. you just enjoy giving him a hard time. 

“babe, i’m trying to watch my show.” you sigh. though the way you shut your eyes and lean your head back, seeping into his touch, clearly contradicts that.

“yeah, and i’m trying to watch a different type of show.” kirishima says, pulling away from the hickey he was forming. he looks over your body that’s straddled around his lap quickly before focusing his eyes back on your face. he flashes you a sly smile, which slightly irritates you because you know he’s going to get exactly what he wants and he knows it too.

but you do what he wants regardless, you give him a show. and oh one hell of a show it is. 

midoriya

neck / below the ear

- more often than not, midoriya’s head is placed in the crook of your neck

- he just finds comfort there

- whenever he hugs you, or the two of you are cuddling, he’ll put his head there

- and you love it

- it’s quite precious really

- unless he’s in the mood

- then it’s a bit less precious and a lot more spicy™

- not that you’re complaining

you and midoriya are having a lazy day. sometimes you just absolutely need one of those. a day to relax and take a step back from the stresses of the outside world. it’s nice. midoriya is cuddled up against you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as per usual. the soft strands of his deep green hair are flowing through your fingertips as you massage his scalp. his breaths are soft, slow. quite frankly you thought he was asleep until you feel him place a kiss right below your ear. you thought it would simply end there, a nice innocent sign of affection. but no, midoriya has other plans.

his kisses evolve into languid sucking. his hands are resting on your sides, thumbs rubbing light circles there as he works his mouth along your skin. you can’t help but let out a few whimpers every now and then, you’re grip on midoriya’s hair tightening in relation to his sucking growing harsher. he switches between leaving hickeys and simply just kissing your neck, which makes you begin to grow hot with desire.

“hm deku, that feels good.” you hum. he doesn’t respond verbally, but smiles against you before deepening one of the hickeys he had already placed. he continues this for a little while, completely lost in your breathy moans and the way you jut your hips against him occasionally. though he comes to the realization that your neck is very visible to other people, so he probably shouldn’t mark it up too much. he stops his actions, pulling away to look at you.

“all done.” he smiles and you giggle at him.

“thanks deku, i’m sure i’m gonna have fun figuring out how to cover them up tomorrow.” you tease.

“hey, don’t pretend you didn’t like it. sure sounded like you did.” he teases back.

well, he’s got you there.