“hey this song reminds me of you…” MHA BOYS

songs they canonically would send you if they were interested (horikoshi approved)

izuku midoriya— be your man; H 3 F

he’s such a cutie, such a sweetheart. he says it reminds him of you, and then proceeds to send about fifty texts following before you can even respond (“i mean not romantic!! as friends!!” “unless you’d mean romantic” “but i’m not saying that!” “blech icky” “NOT SAYING YOUR EHICKY” “NO” “OKAY SORRY JUST IGNORE THIS HAHA(´⊙ω⊙`)”). he absolutely clearly means it in a romantic way, for someone who’s keeping the secret of the number one hero he is a bad mf liar.

runner up: japanese denim. he likes love songs, he thinks they’re kind and anything he hears that’s the slightest bit about love he’s gonna associate w you

katsuki bakugo— bitches; mindless self indulgence

he wants you to be bitches? he wants u to love him cos u know that he can rock?!!!!?!!!?!?! that he can rhyme?! that he can fuck?!!!! THAT HES ON TIME?! plain and simple. he does not say this reminds you of him, he does not link it with you in any way. he just randomly sends it (if even).

if you were really lucky he’d send you love me dead by ludo.

denki kaminari— natalie; HUNNY

he tells you to ignore the name, of course, (unless your name is natalie lol) but the whole rest of it is absolutely applicable. he’s very upfront about it. is acting a lot more reassured than he is but he’s literally about to shit himself he wants you so bad bro. he practiced ways to tell you it wasn’t for you / “he didn’t mean it like that, man” before he sent it to you just incase you rejected him lol.

right after you two confess he sends you teenage dirtbag by wheatus and says “fr felt it when they said whatever it was they said, anyway u free tmrw?!”

eijiro kirishima— someone to you; banners

ew this is so cliche. this man would be so cheesy, especially in the preemptive stages of a relationship. if he wants you, you know (i mean maybe not, he’s nice to a lot of people, but he clearly cares about you). he’s on brand fr, but he really, genuinely blares this shit at full volume in his earbuds and headbangs. this is fr how he feels…. he probably wouldn’t panic sending it, he doesn’t think it’s a big confession, he just thinks about you when he hears it so he wants to share.

a kiss; THE DRIVER ERA. his main reason for this one is “just the vibes man!!” he selectively pays attention to lyrics

hanta sero— love is only a feeling; joey bada$$

he’s corny and very transparent about it. he sends it to you like three days before he asks you out. he’s pretty confident, but he types and deletes ‘i’ve got a song that makes me think of you’ about five times before he sends it. i think he listens to a lot of music, but rnb and rnb rap are probably his romantic go to’s in my mind.

alternatively: me and your mama; childish gambino

shoto todoroki— on an evening in roma (sott’er celo de roma)- remastered; dean martin

idk i feel like he listens to a lot of really old pretentious shit. he likes the music, it helps him stay calm, it makes him feel warm. he thinks the instruments are nice when they swell just right, and he wants to share that with you. he has also definitely offered to take you on a trip w his dads money (i hate fanon characters but i absolutely thrive off the idea that shoto buys his s/o shit w his dads money)

also a high chance hed send scene one— james dean & audrey hepburn; sleeping with sirens and that makes me sick to my stomach it’s so cheesy. he’s not like a coward and once he figured out he had feelings for you, he’d be pretty blunt about it.

neito monoma— star killer; bear ghost

if you ask why it makes him think about you he’s gonna say some arrogant shit about how you want him. but actually this is a really good song and he for sure sings it in his bathroom mirror and checks himself out. how humiliating. idk what to say other than listen to it

alternatively: the ballad of big poppa and diamond girl; cobra starship. this song screams neito to me, if i could dance w him to this song life would actually be okay? the only reason i didn’t put it as the main is because i didn’t know if it was projecting, anyway THIS.

hitoshi shinsou— k; cigarettes after sex

this would lowkey be embarrassing for him tbh. this song feels so personal and intimate, if someone you weren’t dating said this reminded you of them, youd have to be really into them for it to not weird you out. however luckily you are really into him. he knows his point is gonna come across, and he’s confident behind it. he sent it as a way to say hey mf im into you, i know you’re into me

compass; the neighbourhood. he kinda listens to teenage girl music, he’s going through that phase. this song is so cute tho!! he’s kinda doting in a weird way, it’s sweet.

Sumarry: Y/N is a pretty popular YouTuber that games, vlogs and does crafts. Hanta Sero is a comedian that talks about her in one of his specials. When she finds out and follows him, he starts freaking out a bit.

Part 02- Stay Calm

A/N: I’m so glad a few of you are enjoying this! I’m having fun making it! Love y’all!

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Summary: Y/N is a pretty popular YouTuber that games, vlogs and does crafts. Hanta Sero is a comedian that talks about her in one of his specials. When she finds out and follows him, he starts freaking out a bit.

Part 01- Mystery Soulmate

A/N: I love you guys and I am loving this story!

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“Y/N Has Started Following You” MASTERLIST

Summary: Y/N is a pretty popular YouTuber that games, vlogs and does crafts. Hanta Sero is a comedian that talks about her in one of his specials. When she finds out and follows him, he starts freaking out a bit.

Part 00 - sero’s squad/y/n’s squad

Part 01 - mystery soulmate

Part 02 - stay calm

Parts will be added as I update! And shoot me a message or smth if you want to be added to the taglist!

Summary: Y/N is a pretty popular YouTuber that games, vlogs and does crafts. Hanta Sero is a comedian that talks about her in one of his specials. When she finds out and follows him, he starts freaking out a bit.

Part 00- Sero’s squad

A/N: I’m so excited to start this!!! I’ll make a master list at some point too!!

Summary: Y/N is a pretty popular YouTuber that games, vlogs and does crafts. Hanta Sero is a comedian that talks about her in one of his specials. When she finds out and follows him, he starts freaking out a bit.

Part 00- y/n’s squad

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first SMAU and I’m super excited about it! I’m not sure how great it’s gonna be, but I’m happy to start it! Hope y’all enjoy and if you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask!

all smiles

pairing: sero hanta x reader

synopsis: y/n has no intention of making friends in high school. their plan is quickly ruined by a boy with the cutest smile they’ve ever seen (plus his yellow haired friend, and a purple emo kid) and they find themselves willing to be dragged along in this new dynamic, entranced by his smile.

content: quiet y/n, besties denki & hitoshi, friends to lovers, sero hanta is jacked and hot horikoshi himself told me, pro hero au, swearing, not canon compliant

word count:3.2k

a/n: im back!!!! i loved writing this!!! i wrote it in one sitting ahaha. sero is one of my favorite characters and i was outraged to see i haven’t written that much for him :0 so if you see me spam writing sero content its bc i adore him <33 also i graduated from hs a month ago so the graduation scene in this made me a bit sad ;,)

It’s hard not to notice the fact that he’s wearing the same uniform. Y/N had settled on this specific route to school, content with themselves at having figured it out on only the third day, and was under the impression that no one else from UA lived near them.

They realized they were staring way too hard at the back of this guy’s head and they chose to look outside the train’s window instead, intent on distracting themselves. They hadn’t seen him the past two days, since they’d been taking an altered route before settling on this one. Maybe he was switching it up, too? Or was Y/N the only nerd to actually study the train and bus schedules and routes to determine the one that took less time?

They reach their last train stop and are careful not to walk in front of the other UA student. It’s too early in the morning to make small talk, Y/N grumbles to themselves as they follow behind him, heading to the bus stop a block from here that takes them directly to school. The guy hasn’t noticed them yet, and Y/N would prefer to keep it that way. They’ve come to the realization that everyone at UA is a little weird, no matter how you look at it (themselves included) and they really don’t want to talk about the specificities of hero support items this early in the morning if he turns out to be a support student. Or worse, the intricacies of the hero agency world with someone from the management course—

“Hey, you go to UA too?”

Y/N jolts to a stop, a foot away from the bus stop they’ve both stopped near.

He’s staring at them, an easy smile on his face, hand resting on his bag at his side. He looks so aloof Y/N has the irrational urge to become his friend right then and there.

“Yes. I’m Y/N. General Studies.” The crisp introduction is one that’s already been drilled into their heads, since it’s how every student introduces themselves to one another this early in the school year.

“Sero Hanta, Hero Department.” Y/N’s eyes must’ve unconsciously widened at that, because Sero’s smile grows a bit bigger. “Nice to meet you! You must live near me.”

Y/N nods, shuffling in place. They’re saved from saying anything, because thankfully the bus arrives them at that instant.

“Wanna sit next to me?” Sero asks before they both board, still smiling.

Y/N finds themselves nodding before they’re initial goal of being left alone can catch up with them.

Almost begrudgingly, Y/N makes friends. They weren’t like their new friend Shinso, who’d actually voiced the fact that he wasn’t here to make friends. They were quiet about their small goal. Graduate with good grades, go to college or straight into a hero-related field, whichever opportunity made the most sense at the time of graduation. Little to no distractions, which included making friends with people they’d likely never see after graduation.

Their plan was ruined within a month of school.

First came the unlikely friendship with Shinso, who they sat next to in class. They’d been paired up for their first project, and although Y/N had originally thought Shinso was a bit cold and unapproachable, he seemed to have taken a liking to Y/N. He’d sit with them at lunch, sparing them the loneliness and slight embarrassment that came with being “the loner,” and Y/N took it as a sign that they’d be friendless together. They paired up for everything from then on, and Y/N could confidently say they’d already broken their rule, since Shinso was clearly a friend. He’d even admitted it later in the school year, when he’d told Y/N his plan to transfer to the hero course.

At first Y/N was heartbroken. It quickly vanished at the bright light in Shinso’s eyes, at the reminder of the sports festival, and at everything Sero had told Y/N about the hero course at UA.

Y/N’s second proof of negligence to their own rules: Sero Hanta.

They sat together on the train and bus every morning and afternoon until they’d moved into the dorms on campus. After they’d settled into dorm life, Y/N figured they’d never see Sero again, and found themselves gloomy at the thought. They’d enjoyed their commute chats. Sero was very easy to talk to, and he always looked so genuinely interested in what Y/N had to say, it was impossible not to like him.

Sero managed to stay in Y/N’s life, though. Almost too easily. He’d eat with them at lunch sometimes, especially when Shinso was mysteriously absent (Y/N pretended not to know he was off training with Aizawa.) He’d either sit himself down at Y/N’s regular table, or invite them to sit with some of his own friends, which Y/N found overwhelming, to say the least. They were so loud sometimes, but again, hard to hate.

It was lunch time now, after Shinso had been missing half the day because he was testing to become a part of the hero course. Y/N anxiously waited outside of the cafeteria, scanning heads for his purple hair with so much concentration they didn’t even notice someone walking up to them.

“Hey Y/N!”

They jumped, taking a step backward and refraining from activating their quirk. They’d been sparring with Shinso sometimes in PE, something they weren’t quite used to, so using their quirk on instinct was now something they were adjusting to.

But it was just Sero, with that bright smile on his face. The smile directed at Y/N, who always had to refrain from melting at the sight.

“Hi Sero.”

“Looking for Shinso?”

Y/N nodded, standing up straighter to continue looking. “How’d he do?’

“He did great!” Sero said enthusiastically. “I think he went to talk to Aizawa, though. Wanna sit with me for a bit?”

Y/N nodded, tearing their eyes away from the crowd of incoming students to follow Sero inside. He led them to his table of friends, and Y/N braced themselves for the reception they always received.

“Y/N!” Kaminari all but squealed, abandoning his lunch to quickly set down Y/N’s and then engulfing them in a hug. Y/N had quickly learned Kaminari was a very touchy person. And even after Sero had told him to calm down a bit when Y/N had sent him a panicked look the first time he’d done this, the “pikachu-looking-ass” as Bakugo called him continued to pester Y/N with his physical affection until Y/N caved and admitted they didn’t mind. Kaminari had also become attached to Y/N rather quickly, and he considered them their third proof of negligence.

“Hi, Kaminari,” Y/N replied, patting him awkwardly on the back. Sero’s smile faltered a bit as he sat down opposite the two. “Bro, give them some space.”

“Sorry!” Kaminari detached himself and quickly sat down, Y/N doing the same and taking the space beside him. It was just the three of them right now, meaning the others either hadn’t arrived yet or had ditched lunch to do something else.

They fell into easy conversation, Kaminari and Sero doing much of the talking. They were used to Y/N’s quiet behavior and didn’t pry, letting them eat their lunch peacefully. And it was in those moments that Y/N was glad they were lax in following their own rules. Surrounded by friends who understood them and getting to eat delicious food, working towards their own dream. It couldn’t get much better than that.

“Are you sure I won’t get into trouble?” Y/N whispered again, looking around nervously.

“I already said you wouldn’t!” Kaminari insisted, tugging them along with one hand, the other occupied with a fistful of Shinso’s shirt. “Aizawa won’t mind, especially when he sees his favorite student.” Y/N looked over at Shinso, being pulled along by an over enthusiastic Kaminari, looking as though he regretted all of his life decisions that had led to this moment.

Kamainari had come to personally fetch them from their dorms (just Y/N, since Shinso had moved into the hero dorms at the start of their second year at UA. Shinso had been dragged along, since Kaminari didn’t know where Y/N’s room was). It was movie night in the 2-A dorm room, and Kaminari had put it upon himself to invite Y/N, who he had taken to calling “an honorary 2-A kid.”

They were walking up to the dorm entrance now, and Shinso tore away from Kaminari, doing his best to unwrinkle his shirt as he walked beside him. Y/N was still resisting a bit at thisi “blatant display of kidnapping” as the 2-C class rep had called it when Kaminari had shown up to their dorm unannounced, so he was still tugging them along by their wrist.

They made it two steps into the dorm before they were spotted.

“Y/N?”

“Sero!”

Sero ignored Kaminari’s loud outburst of his own name and pulled Y/N away from him, grinning broadly at them as he loosely held their hands in his. Y/N quietly greeted him, fighting hard not to stare.

Of course he would be wearing casual clothes. This was a movie night Kaminari had dragged them too, of course Sero would be dressed comfortably. But did he have to be showing off his toned arms in that ridiculously cut sleeveless shirt? Y/N was pleased he was no longer self conscious about his elbows, but dear god—

“Stop staring into each other’s eyes and let’s watch this fucking movie!” Y/N jumped, tearing their gaze away from Sero to see Bakugo sitting next to Kirishima on a couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap. Y/N hurriedly moved to sit next to them, anything to hide the embarrassed look on their face and get as far away from Sero as possible. But of course he settled down next to them on the floor, still smiling over at them. Was he blushing? Y/N swiveled their head away to greet the others who had gathered in the room to watch the movie, suddenly grateful for their small talk conversations and how curious they were about how their classes were going.

It was graduation, and Y/N was standing on top of their chair, searching again for the purple haired boy they’d been calling their best friend for the past three years. But they were also searching for two more hair colors who’d wiggled into their life, refusing to leave. And Y/N was not going to leave the UA campus without saying goodbye.

“Y/N!”

They whirled around, almost falling off of their chair. Kaminari had found them first.

Y/N quickly jumped off their chair and squished Kaminari into a hug, laughing at his “oof!” of surprise. It was usually him who initiated their hugs.

“You’re going to make me cry!” he wailed, hugging them back just as tight. Y/N felt tears prick at the corner of their eyes as they squeezed him harder.

“I’ll miss you lots,” Y/N told him when they finally pulled away. It was hard to move with so many other students saying their goodbyes all around them, and soon Kaminari was letting himself get pulled into the crowd to search for his other friends and then his family. He waved at Y/N until he disappeared, shouting promises to keep in touch, and Y/N did too, their arm sore by the time they lost sight of them.

They said goodbye to other classmates and even a few of the hero course kids they’d grown close to over the years before Shinso found them.

Y/N had been accepted into the university only a bus ride away from the agency Shinso would be working at, so the two were mainly congratulating each other for that moment, . Soon Shinso was pulled away by Iida, who Y/N quickly said goodbye too before they both disappeared into the crowd to search for their other friends.

Only one person left to say goodbye too, and for once Y/N was dreading to see his face. They knew they’d burst into tears at the sight of his smile the second they saw him.

They stood back up onto their chair nonetheless, laughing at other graduates who were doing the same. People were starting to trickle out of the auditorium, choosing to head outside instead, which was a good idea. Y/N hopped down and followed the crowd leaving, still keeping an eye out for Sero.

They made it a step outside of the auditorium before they saw him.

He was holding two flower bouquets two feet away from the exit, looking around in the crowd anxiously. Y/N almost didn’t recognize him—he was always so smiley around them it was hard to picture him looking anything but happy.

His face broke out into a grin when he spotted Y/N. “These are for you, my mom got you some!” He thrust the bouquet towards Y/N, his smile never wavering.

Y/N burst into tears as they took their bouquet, startling Sero. They’d never cried in front of him—at least, not like this. He quickly drew them into his side with his arm, resting his forehead against theirs briefly before pulling them off to the side, where there weren’t as many people. Y/N kept crying, not even trying to stop at this point, tears sliding down their face as they stared hard at Sero, determined to memorize every detail of his gorgeous face.

He turned to face them again, a soft smile on his face as he reached up to wipe away some of their tears with his free hand, and then let it fall to rest against their cheek. “I’ll miss you, too.” Y/N only cried harder, burying their face into his chest and wrapping their arms around him. Sero did the same, his shoulders shaking slightly as he cried into Y/N’s shoulder.

“Why did you invite me to this again?”

“Because I didn’t want to go alone,” Shinso replied, tugging at his tie with an annoyed expression on his face. “And it’s free food, which I knew you’d appreciate.”

Y/N grinned at a waiter passing by, plucking an hors d’oeuvre off the plate as they disappeared around the corner. “Maybe you are my best friend.”

Shinso only scoffed at that, going back to scanning the room with seemingly bored eyes. But Y/N knew him enough to know he was up to something, which was surprising for Shinso.

“Is Denki coming?” Y/N asked, suddenly brightening. “Is that why you invited me?”

“No, Denki’s on a mission right now,” Shinso replied, taking a sip of his drink before turning back to face Y/N again. “He says hi, as usual.”

Y/N slouched back against the bar’s counter, stuffing their hors d’oeuvre into their mouth to mask their disappointment. It had been almost a year since they’d last seen Denki—he was always so busy, and it didn’t help that he lived across the country. He’d kept his promise of keeping in touch; they both texted each other quite regularly.

“Turn around, don’t freak out,” Shinso said quietly to Y/N before taking another sip of his drink. Naturally Y/N whirled around and was suddenly very glad they’d finished their snack, otherwise they would’ve comically choked on it because of the sight before them.

Sero Hanta had just walked in, and Y/N was unabashedly gawking at him, grateful he couldn’t see them from this angle. He looked hot to say the least. His suit was perfectly tailored, and despite the fact that he was fully covered Y/N could see how he’d somehow gotten even more muscular and lean, and oh god were those earrings? Shinso snickered quietly from his place beside them, apparently entertained by Y/N’s shock.

They quickly composed themselves, turning around to face the bar again. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god! Hitoshi you asshat!” They smacked his arm, harder than they usually did, and he looked as though he was going to return the smack before his eyes trailed to something behind Y/N and he dropped his hand, choosing to pat Y/N’s arm instead. “I’ll be over there.”

He greeted whoever was behind Y/N before going off to chat with someone, and before Y/N could let their nerves get the best of them, they turned around to greet their old friend with a smile.

Sero was already smiling before he even properly greeted Y/N, and his eyes sparkled when he saw them smiling back just as wide.

“Hey.”

“C’mere you dweeb.”

Sero laughed but accepted the hug, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist and hugging them the same way they’d been hugging at graduation—so close they could feel their breaths on each other’s cheeks and practically feel one another’s heartbeats.

“Missed you,” Y/N mumbled from his shoulder.

“Missed you, too,” Sero replied, not making any move to break apart their hug.

“God you’re so jacked,” Y/N blurted, making Sero laugh and pull away so he could look at them. His arms didn’t leave their waist, Y/N gleefully took notice of. They didn’t let go of his shoulders either.

“I told Shinso to bring you,” Sero admitted, looking away from them briefly, his cheeks gaining color. “I needed to see you.”

Y/N could only stare at him. Huh? HUH?

They’d both been texting consistently, too. Sero sometimes conversed with them daily, sometimes disappearing for a few weeks before sending a meme out of nowhere to let them know he was okay. Y/N thought they’d been doing a good job of keeping their friendship alive, but if he didn’t agree—

“I’ve been meaning to ask you out since high school,” Sero continued quickly, and now Y/N was truly speechless. “And I think I’ve been putting it off for too long now, so here I am.” He laughed nervously, his grip around Y/N’s waist slipping.

Without thinking, Y/N lunged forward, pulling Sero toward them. He let out a small noise of surprise before Y/N’s lips collided with his own. It was almost painful, but Y/N truly did not care. After years of daydreaming about this, about Sero’s impossibly soft lips against their own, about his arms wrapped around them, about finally letting him know how they felt, they weren’t going to wait even a few seconds before making it happen.

Y/N broke away first, breathing heavily from both the kiss and the sudden adrenaline rush. Sero’s eyes fluttered open, and Y/N almost cried over how beautiful he looked standing there in front of them, his lips bright red from the kissing, his cheeks dusted pink, and his eyes half open as though he was just waking up from a nap.

It was Y/N’s turn to smile at him cheekily, like he’d done so many times before. “I’ve wanted to do that since you asked me to sit with you on the bus.”

Sero grinned, a smug expression on his face as he leaned in again, smiling into the kiss and pulling Y/N even closer to him.

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fall with me

pairing:sero hanta x reader

synopsis: a little sleep deprived and susceptible to spilling secrets as a result, y/n lets it slip to hanta that they want to fall in love. want to know what it feels like for your heart to hurt when you’re not around someone, what it feels like to slow dance in the rain with someone, to stay up for hours just to spend time with them. what it feels like to get heartbroken, to hurt so badly because the love runs so deeply. hanta wants to be the one to do all of those things with y/n—so he creates a plan to accomplish everything they listed off when they were truthful in their sleepy state.

content: college au, friends to lovers, sweet boy hanta, just a whole lot of fluff

word count: 4.2k

SERO HANTA’S LIST OF FALLING IN LOVE ACTIVITIES:

1. Romantically plot in secret 

It had started as most chaotic things to: at a sleepover. 

To begin with, the sleepover had not started out as an actual sleepover. Y/N had invited Sero over because they were both busy cramming for upcoming finals, and Sero’s apartment was not the best place to cram. He loved his roommates—truly, he did. Just not as much during finals season. Y/N always offered him refuge in their apartment, because somehow they had gotten lucky enough to snag the studio apartments before everyone else and had the pleasure of having relatively nice, quiet neighbors. Sero hid from the noise that was his apartment complex here more often than he should, but Y/N never seemed to mind too much. 

They sat at Y/N’s kitchen table in comfortable silence, their laptops and various notes spread out around them. They had not moved from their spot in a while, and finally Sero felt his eyes start to tear up from staring at his laptop screen for too long, so he decided he had had enough for the night. He closed down all of his tabs and failed to hold back a strangled noise of surprise when he noticed the time. 

“It’s one in the morning.”

Y/N’s reaction was delayed, only eliciting a small noise of acknowledgement that Sero had spoken at first. Then they snapped their head up from their work, eyes wide. “One?”

Normally, staying up this late was a normal occurrence—especially when it was the two of them together, and they were hyper-focused on studying. But it was the last day of dead week, meaning that they had to be ready to take their first exams in roughly ten hours. 

“Shit,” Sero cursed, quickly putting away his notes. “Sleep. Now.” 

Y/N laughed a little as they also hurried to put away their notes and shut down their laptop. They both scurried around the apartment; Y/N to their room to file things away, and Sero into the living room area to find his backpack. His apartment should have quieted down by now, since it was quite literally the day of finals. 

“You can stay here!” Y/N called from their room. “I already pulled out your futon.”

Sero wilted with relief, nearly dropping his backpack at the door. He set it back against the couch and walked over to Y/N’s room, yawning with sleep he had not been aware of ten minutes ago. 

Y/N was already snuggled under the warm comfort of their covers, and right beside their bed was the spare futon that was basically Sero’s at this point. He had arrived to the study session in his pajamas and had done his nightly routine a few hours ago (shamelessly borrowing Y/N’s face wash) so he quickly snuggled under his own covers and turned to face Y/N, like he always did when he slept over. 

They were already drifting off, but were also facing him and smiled when he turned to stare. “Your exam is at 10, right?”

Sero nodded. “Yours at 11?”

Y/N nodded and yawned again. “Good luck.”

“Good luck,” he echoed, moving the covers up to hide his smile of endearment. Y/N was always cute, but sleepy Y/N was on a different level. 

Yes, Sero had a massive crush on his friend. He had come to terms with it a few months ago, when they both started hanging out more and getting closer. Sero did not mind the unrequited feelings too much, and was currently in the process of dealing with it. Sleeping over was not a big help, but he did not want to ruin the friendship they had, so he decided it was a worthy sacrifice to his efforts. 

“Can I tell you something?” Y/N asked, blinking at him. Sero stifled a small laugh. He knew Y/N always had the tendency to get honest moments before they drifted off to sleep. The first time it had happened, they had shared that they had been the ones to accidentally drop Bakugo’s bamboo toothbrush onto the floor and then quickly wash it with soap (which Bakugo tasted later that day and was very mad about). Kaminari had taken the blame, and Y/N had never come clean as a form of revenge for all of the times Kaminari had eaten the last of the cookie stash and never replacing it. 

“Of course you can,” Sero replied, adjusting so his head was propped up in his chin and he could see Y/N better. 

“Have you ever been in love?”

Sero almost dropped back down onto his pillow. “You said you were going to tell me something, not ask me something,” Sero said, successfully recovering. Stay cool, Hanta. 

Y/N blinked at him again, apparently now more awake and willing to engage in a conversation. 

“I’ve never been in love,” they said. “What’s it like?”

Sero gave up on trying to maintain eye level and snuggled back under his covers, leaving his eyes uncovered to hide his blushing cheeks. This really was not helping him with ending his crush. 

“Dunno. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love, either.”

“Really?” Y/N seemed surprised. “Haven’t you dated anyone, like before I met you?”

They had only met last year, in their second year of university. Y/N had never asked him about these things. Sleep deprivation must have made them more curious, and maybe a tad bit more blunt and daring. 

“No,” Sero answered, still hiding under his blanket.

“You were supposed to be, like, the wise one in this,” Y/N said, rolling around in their bed as they said it. Sero laughed at their reaction. 

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“No! Never apologize,” Y/N whirled around to face him again, eyes considerably more drowsy than before. Sleep was overtaking them. Sero wondered how long they would keep talking before Y/N passed out. 

“It’s just,” Y/N sighed, now turning to face the ceiling. “I want to fall in love. I want to know what it feels like for your heart to hurt when you’re not around someone, what it feels like to slow dance in the rain with someone, to stay up for hours just to spend time with them. You know?” They turned to face Sero again.

He did not know what to say to that. This must have been the most honest Y/N had ever been with him, about this topic, anyway. They had never really spoken about this before. 

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”

“Even heartbreak sounds just so full of love, because that just means the love was so deep and real that it hurts when the person causing it isn’t there anymore,” Y/N’s blinks were slowing down now, signaling they were very close to sleep. “Dunno, it just seems…nice.” 

And with that, they were asleep. 

Leaving Sero wide awake, staring up at them. Peacefully sleeping and blissfully unaware of what they had just done to him, of the plan he was now making.

He spent the next hour making a list on his phone. Specifics would come later, when the sun was up and he was not driven by nerves and adrenaline like was now. 

One point done, more to go. 

2. Spend lots of quality time together (basically done?)

Finals disrupted much of Sero’s next point that he had written down, but not as much as he would have previously thought. Now that he had decided to let his crush take hold of him and do his best to woo Y/N, he was realizing how much their friendship had evolved, and how much he had neglected to notice the things that made it more special. He had ignored this in favor of trying to squash his crush, but after embracing it, he now understood why it had formed in the first place.

He and Y/N just fit. They understood each other, probably better than anyone else. And Sero had been downplaying their relationship for weeks—Y/N was easily his best friend (something Kaminari would be devastated to learn, seeing as he was the one who always proclaimed himself as Sero’s BFF). 

His second point on his list was spending lots of time together, which was relatively easy, because they already did it so much in the first place. Their friends overlapped, which was the reason they even met in the first place, and the reason they grew to be so close and spend so much time together. Even final exams didn’t keep them apart for very long. 

Y/N often realized they had sleepily confessed something, and confronted Sero about it the next morning. This had not been the case this time, because Y/N had gone off to their exam before Sero had even woken up. He had been nervous about how they would react, but he hoped for the best, trying to stay optimistic. 

He had not expected Y/N to be there after his exam, with his current obsession (an iced matcha latte) and a hesitant smile on their face as they waved at him from the bench just outside the building. 

It was impossible to keep the smile off his face. “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here.”

“My exam ended a little while ago, so I decided to stick around and wait for you,” Y/N replied, handing him his drink. “How’d it go?”

They both walked idly through campus in the general direction back to Y/N’s apartment, probably a bit subconsciously. This was their routine every Thursday, when they had a class that ended at the same time in the same vicinity of one another. Still, Sero knew why Y/N had come to find him. But the addition of the matcha latte was a very nice touch that left him jittery with happiness and butterflies. 

“So,” Y/N started as they left campus and began the walk through the residential areas, back to Y/N’s apartment. “The latte is an apology drink, since I remember I overshared last night.” 

“No need to apologize,” Sero quickly replied, nudging them with his shoulder as they walked. “I basically overshared too. Anyway, what are besties for?”

Y/N nudged him back. “Have I replaced Kaminari?” They were smiling at him, and it made Sero’s own grin widen. 

“Don’t tell him I said that. Anyway, I’ll take you up on that.” He took a sip from his drink, nervous of where this would leave him. Had he planned this? Absolutely not. But he decided to be a little daring. Maybe it was the matcha giving him bravery. 

“On what?” Y/N asked, turning to look at him. 

“Fall in love. With me, I mean.”

Y/N stopped walking, and Sero turned to face them. 

His plan would never work if Y/N wasn’t aware of it. It would have been a bit odd if he started doing all of these romantic things with no explanation, and it would have ultimately led to a failed plan. Sero had decided last night he did not want to try and hide his feelings anymore—and he had, for once, decided to listen to the constant teasing of his friends. They had been saying he and Y/N were practically an old married couple for weeks now, but he’d waved them off because he thought they were poking fun at his crush. 

Seeing Y/N after his exam had made him decide maybe they were right, and had convinced him that the plan he’d made last night was worth a shot. 

“What? Are you messing with me?” Y/N asked, an accusatory tone surfacing. “Not funny, Sero.”

“I’m not!” Sero quickly replied. “I promise.”

They stared him down, narrowing their eyes in thought. 

Despite knowing each other for only a year, they knew each other. Sero wasn’t lying, and he knew Y/N could tell. And some realization came into their eyes, followed by embarrassment as they hid their face in their hands. 

“Oh my fuck,” Y/N practially shouted, laughing up at the sky. “How did you know before I did?”

Sero smiled again, cheerily linking his arm through Y/N’s when they continued to walk. “I did say we were besties, didn’t I?”

3. Go on some dates 

“Why are you here?”

Sero pouted before walking past Y/N into their apartment. “Rude, much?

Y/N closed their door and followed Sero, sitting beside him on the couch. “It’s summer now. Weren’t you heading back for a week?”

Most of his friends stayed on campus for the summer, either to work or to take classes. Sero was no exception, though he usually went back home for a week.

“I’ll be going back home in a few months,” Sero explained. “My family has a long list of weddings and events to attend, and you know I’d much rather avoid nosy relatives asking when I’ll start dating and instead actively get you to start dating me.”

Y/N threw a pillow at his face at that, which Sero easily dodged as he laughed. His mom had freed him of the obligation of attending the family events since he wasn’t very close to any of the relatives hosting them, and his room was currently occupied by visiting cousins. That said, he was expected to call her twice as much (she knew he had more free time now) and to visit before the fall semester started. 

Sero planned to take advantage of this summer as much as he could. It was shaping up to be much better than the last one. This time he wasn’t buried in classwork—his schedule was much more manageable, and he had a part time job he liked. The best part was Y/N, though. 

Since the acknowledgement of the feelings they both had for each other, their relationship had taken a small, almost unnoticeable turn. They noticed, of course. The thin layer of caution they had acted with earlier was gone. Now Sero unabashedly stared at Y/N when they were doing simple tasks, replying to their questioning stares with “You’re just so pretty.” And Y/N was no better—constantly sneaking glances at Sero when he changed into his pajamas in their apartment and telling him he had very nice hands whenever they laid down to fall asleep (holding hands).

Slow, tiny steps. Toward his next thing on the list: dates. 

“I thought we could spend the day together,” Sero said, turning to look at Y/N on the couch. They were already looking at him and smiled when their eyes met. 

“Okay. What should we do?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” he replied, still not looking away from them. “The first activity of the day is of course watching a movie.”

After some discussion, Y/N quickly got dressed to head out for the movie theater downtown. It was a sequel to another action movie that they had seen years ago, and Sero had been waiting for finals to be over before watching it. He slipped his hand into theirs on the walk over and smiled when they glanced over at him. They’d held hands before—just last night they had, right before falling asleep. But they both knew this time was different. Y/N lightly squeezed his hand and swung their arms back and forth as they walked, laughing quietly enough for only the two of them to hear. 

The movie was very action filled, which kept them so energized they decided to head to a nearby arcade afterwards. Sero was excellent at arcade games, Y/N quickly realized. He won them both a lot of prizes, and they left the arcade with two bags full of miscellaneous items and matching plushies. 

From there, they wandered around the shops downtown, stopping to get ice cream and then finally sitting down at a bench. Only then did Sero realize how tired he was. He turned his head to ask Y/N if they were also tired, only to find them already facing him. 

“Yeah, let’s go back,” Sero laughed, intertwining their fingers and pulling Y/N off of the bench. 

When they reached Y/N’s apartment, they moved to walk in and pull Sero inside along with them. But he gently slid his out of theirs. The reaction was immediate—Y/N turned to glance behind them, a questioning look in his eyes and the slightest frown on their lips. 

“I can’t sleep here every night,” he teased. “I still pay rent for my real apartment, you know.” 

Y/N narrowed his eyes at him in mock hurt. “Yeah, yeah.” They mumbled something else before waving and moving to close the door.

“What was that?” Sero asked, a smile growing on his face as he stuck his foot out just before the door closed. He was having too much fun, but he couldn’t help it.

Y/N avoided his gaze. “Hmm? Nothing.”

“No, I heard you say something,” he said, unable to keep the teasing tone out of his voice. 

“I said I’ll miss you,” Y/N snapped, before successfully slamming the door shut to avoid looking at him.

“See you tomorrow!” Sero cheerfully called, laughing at Y/N’s embarrassed knocks to let him know they had heard him. 

4. Dance in the rain 

Sero patiently waited for summer rain, knowing it would come. 

His patience was wearing pretty thin until it finally started to rain while he was walking back from his shift. Letting out a small yell of excitement, he changed course and ran back to campus, where he knew Y/N was currently in class. 

They had not had the chance to see each other all week, resorting to texting instead. Classes had started, so things got a bit more hectic and they had not found out the best way to balance everything just yet. After this week it would even out, he was sure of this. Still, he had missed Y/N more than he realized. The rain reminded him of that. 

He waited outside of Y/N’s classroom, watching the rain steadily get heavier. Soon students started filing out, a few actually pulling out umbrellas. Y/N was the last to leave, and Sero didn’t miss the soft look in their eyes when they saw the rain, and how the look seemed to only grow fonder when they realized he was outside, waiting for them. 

“Hi,” they said, taking his outstretched hand. “What’re you doing here?”

“It’s raining,” Sero said, as though that would make everything clear. Y/N smiled at him. 

“Yes.”

Sero tugged their hand in protest of their teasing, earning a laugh. “Your backpack is waterproof, right?” It wasn’t pouring, thankfully, which made Sero’s plan much easier. 

“Yes,” Y/N said again, realizing what he was saying. “Hanta, wait—”

He was already pulling them along, out from underneath the protection of the overhead roof and into the rain. Y/N laughed and didn’t pull away, instead pulling him further out until they were running hand in hand in the direction of Y/N’s apartment. 

Not exactly dancing, but not exactly not dancing. They leapt over bigger puddles and stopped sometimes to catch their breath before tugging each other along, clothes and skin damp from the sprinkling rain and laughing the entire way. 

Sero had always loved the rain, but this made him love it even more. 

When they made it to Y/N’s apartment the rain had stopped and the sun had started to peak out from behind the clouds. They both quickly changed out of their wet clothes and collapsed onto Y/N’s couch, leaning onto each other and still laughing a little. 

“That was on your list?” Y/N asked, leaning their head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around them and pulled them in closer, hoping they did not notice the way his heart was pouding. 

“Of course,” he said. “You mentioned it, remember?”

Y/N slipped their hand into his. “Yeah. I also mentioned staying up late, didn’t I? Are you crossing that one off today, too?”

“Anything for you,” Sero replied, kissing the top of their head. “Except, not the heartbreak part. I physically cannot do that to you.”

Y/N made a noise of surprise before burying their face in his neck, moving so they were practically sitting in his lap. “You’re so sappy.” 

Sero laughed, wrapping both his arms around their waist and sitting them fully in his lap. “I know.”

5. Stay up together and cuddle 

Sero did end up sleeping over that day. He also decided to share the rest of his list with Y/N.

He got ready for bed in their bathroom, smiling to himself as he looked around and saw how present he was in Y/N’s life. They had a toothbrush for him there, the hair ties he used sometimes, and his damp clothes had been hung to dry. 

He walked back to Y/N’s room, ready to get comfortable on his futon. Only to realize it was not there, and Y/N was already in bed. 

They patted the spot next to them, and Sero needed no further instruction. He snuggled up beside them, reaching out to wrap his arms around them and press his cold feet against their warm legs. Y/N laughed and playfully shoved him away.

He’d always been a very touchy person, but he knew boundaries. When he realized he had a crush on Y/N all those months ago, he had been even more careful about physical contact with them, mainly for his own sake. Now, holding hands was so common for them Sero reached for Y/N’s the second he saw them, and whenever they sat near each other they were always pressed against one another. They were always touching in some way.

Cuddling was his last straw—he could not stop blushing and trying to hide his face in the crook of Y/N’s face, which they noticed immediately. 

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed,” Y/N gushed in a teasing tone, knowing this only made Sero more flustered. 

“Shut up,” he mumbled, poking their side to make them ticklish. Y/N just laughed more and ran their fingers through his hair, tugging in the way they knew he liked. He sighed against them, melting further into their embrace and feeling sleep already creeping into him. 

“Want to hear the rest of my list?” Sero asked. He moved a bit so he was on his side and facing Y/N, and they turned on their side to face him. 

“Of course,” they replied. “I want to know what your steps are to completely woo me.”

Sero breathed out a short laugh. 

“Well, obviously I won’t share all of it, because that ruins some things, but we are currently on point five.”

“Five?” Y/N asked. “I thought we were basically done.”

“Howdare you,” Sero gasped in mock offense. “We haven’t even said the L-word yet.”

“What, love?” Y/N asked incredulously. “I have to have said it by now.”

That shut Sero up. Said it by now? As in they were in love with him? As in his love was being reciprocated?

He realized he was in love with them when they had sleepily told him they had never been in love. Sero was sure he had actually been in love for months, but in that moment he had finally realized it. He realized that he did not want Y/N to experience any of the things they listed with anyone else but him, and that now he needed to tell them how he felt, otherwise he would never forgive himself. He realized he missed them whenever they were not together, that he wanted to go on cheesy dates with them, dance in the rain with them, stay up late just to spend time with them. 

“You—what? What?” Sero practically squeaked in shock. 

Y/N smiled at him. “I thought I’d said it already! I feel bad now. I love you.”

Sero turned to bury his face in the pillow they were sharing, Y/N laughing at him and running their fingers through his hair. “I love you,” they repeated, earning another strangled groan from him. 

“I love you, too,” he replied. He turned to face them again. “I think I have for a while, but I only realized it when you told me you’d never been in love.”

It was Y/N’s turn to hide in the pillow. “God, I’m embarrassing.”

“When did you know?” Sero asked, unable to help himself. Y/N quickly turned back to face him. 

“When I brought you matcha after your final,” Y/N said immediately, still playing with his hair idly as they talked. “You just… looked so happy to see me. No one’s ever looked at me like that before. And I realized that’s probably how I looked at you every day.”

Sero reached up to take Y/N’s hand in his and intertwine their fingers together. 

“Who’s the sappy one now,” he said triumphantly, not letting go when Y/N tried to pull their fingers away and laughing at their embarrassed expression. 

“The list is long, by the way,” Sero said. “Hope you’re up for it.”

“I am,” Y/N replied instantly. “Pinky promise.”

They both fell asleep after that, pinkies intertwined and symbolizing a promise they both knew the other would never break. 

masterlist

ᴄ/ᴡ:18+/ ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ/ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ/  ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ. ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ɢᴀɢɢɪɴɢ. sᴍᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴏʀᴀʟ. ᴀɴᴀʟ. ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ. sǫᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ. ᴛᴇᴍᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏ. ᴄᴏɴ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ.

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪᴅᴇᴀ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴇʀᴏ sɴᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ! ʙᴄ sᴇʀᴏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʀᴏᴛ.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ.

ʟɪɴᴋs: ɴᴀᴠ+ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ/ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ/ᴀsᴋ ʙᴏx/ᴘᴀᴛʀᴇᴏɴ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀʀᴇ-ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ&sᴀɴᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴇʟᴘᴇʀ
ʙᴏᴛʜ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ᴘᴏᴄ! ғᴇᴍ

unedited :p

Izuku

♡ He loves taking you on the couch.

♡ It makes him feel adventurous and it’s so sensual to him.

♡ He’ll make sure it’s sensual for you too trust me, he’s feeling daring whenever you guys start to feel each other up on the couch.

♡ When baby boy becomes a pro hero I like to believe he’s uhhhhhhhh prettyfuckinnasty.

♡ Soooo he’s maneuvering you however he wants and he’s vocal!!

♡ He likes the shocked breathless look you have while he’s taking the lead.

♡ “Come here puppy, yea just like that that’s perfect. You’re spread so perfect for me!”

✐ “L-like this Zu?” You’re stumbling over your own words as you spread your legs open for the muscular man. He had since pulled you from your sitting position on the couch, so that your back was on the cushions now, your legs hanging off of the edge until he decided to tell you to spread them before him.

“Yea just like that that’s perfect. You’re spread so perfect for me puppy.” He’s praising you as he gets on his knees, hips leveled with your sopping cunt. He was excited because it had been a while since you two have fucked anywhere but the bed. He didn’t even waste time undressing, instead he pushed his jeans and underwear below his throbbing cock before grabbing it in his hand.

He was about to go in, one look at your pouting face was already enough to tell him that he had made you wait for too long. Your pussy makes him think otherwise though as he looks at it in its dripping exposed nature and freezes. He dips down quickly and kisses your folds sloppily before sitting back up and smacking his cock on the lips, “Zu! Fuck!”

“Sh sh sh baby I know. I’m gonna fuck you right now. Not gonna make my pretty girl wait any longer.” He coos as he starts to push inside your slippery brown folds and your mouth is gaping instantly, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He always makes sure that you can feel every inch of him going in and it always leaves you breathless no matter how many times you take him. No sooner is his hips coming flush with the bottoms of your thighs and ass. He places his rough hands on your sides so he can start bringing you to match his thrust and you’re nodding, mouth still ajar as you egg him on.

“I always love when y-you fuck me!” You coo, squeezing your legs in your hands as you try to hold them open for him and he’s moaning, furrowing his eyebrows as he continues to get swallowed by your walls.

“You feel so good baby, oh fuck!” His groans, throwing his head back as he begins to bring you to his thrust more violently and your quivering, feeling him finally smack into your gspot.

Your right hand slips from the hold on your thigh and finds his prominent ass cheek where you grab, so you can push him back inside you not wanting him to retract his hips all the way.

“F-fuck y/n!” He gasps, the action making him grind repeatedly into your gspot which makes your walls constrict around him.

In a flash he’s standing up and grabbing you by the waist so that your lower half is up in the air, the only thing touching the couch is your head and shoulders blades which makes you squeal.

He looks down at you, eyes low as he squats a bit to quite literally drop his cock into your pussy, “agh- Zu! It’s- oh my fucking god-

You’re gasping at the new angle he’s hitting, eyes crossing as he continues to slam his cock into your walls with the brute strength of his legs and all you can do is sit there and take it. Just when you think it can’t get any better, his thumb starts rubbing tight circles into your clit.

You’re babbling now, “pls don’t stop!” Spills from your lips repeatedly only sparring him to multiply the intensity of his actions. The new position has you soaking and spasming so desperately that he knows he won’t last.

“C’mon puppy cum with me- w-wanna cum with you!”

He’ll eat that dripping pussy that’s oozing his and your fluids in the same position before flipping you around. He can’t get enough of that dazed breathless look you have as you allow him to pull you through orgasm after orgasm.

Katsuki

♡ This whore.

♡ He lovesssssss anywhere he can bend you over.

♡ *Runner up thoe is in the bed, still in doggy as he smashes you into the mattress under the weight of his huge ass body*

♡ Point blank period, seeing that ass ripple against him is something that personally makes his mouth water.

♡ But all in all he likes to torture you when you’re in this position.

♡ His favorite out of all the surfaces he’s bent you over is the sink in the bathroom.

♡ He’s in ultra dom mode like this regardless.

♡ No matter what you do to defy him he always dishes it back tenfold in this position.

♡ “You’re makin uh fuckin’ mess!”

✐ “Go ahead whore, fuck into me, see who taps out first!” He growls into your ear which makes you whimper as you continue to thrust your ass back into his sharp, erratic thrusts.

You’re abundantly aware that you fucked up. You were acting like a brat all day and when he finally got his hands on you it was in the very position he loved to do so much. Not only did he love to degrade you when you were bent over, taking him so helplessly, but he loved that you two could watch through the mirror.

In efforts to turn the tide and gain some leverage against him, you started to throw your ass back against him. At first it caught him off guard, but fuck did he love it. It was like a mission to him and you just made it all the more provocative.

Your actions just made the fucking all the more brutal too as he tried to get you to come undone before him, “my g-god Su-suki!!!” You begin to whine and he’s scoffing, rolling his eyes as he smacks your ass hard.

“Already can’t take it?” His hands squeeze at your sides as he pistons forward, the steam from the shower you were supposed to turn off when you got out of it, is making you both sweat. The muscles in his legs are starting to burn and he knows you’re not doing any better.

You shake your head defiantly, stabilizing yourself by putting your hands just below the mirror, it aiding you to push back into him with more power and he lets out a stuttered groan. Your pussy is so drenched that he is parting them with ease, meeting your spongy core with vigor that has your legs trembling.

“It’s fuckin’ cute that you think you’ll win, babygirl.” He groans, collecting your hands and pinning them behind your back as he uses his other to rub at your clit.

“AH! No-ot, not fair!” You moan as your eyes screw shut, your thrusting gets weaker and he can feel the power of your orgasm starting to approach.

“ ‘s not my fault that you’re sucha slut. That you like this shit.” He growls against your skin, having started sucking and biting marks into it to distract himself from the clenching of his balls. His fingers pick up speed against your clit as his hold gets tighter on your arms when you start to squirm.

The force of his thrust makes you buckle forward, him aiming at your gspot more roughly and you give out with a squeal. You’re cumming hard, creaming all around his cock and he makes sure to point it at, “You’re makin uh fuckin’ mess!” But it’s breathy and slurred because he loves the sight of your creamy pussy dirting his cock.

He’ll take the fingers that were rubbing your clit and hook them in the side of your mouth, pulling so that your tongue has no choice but to loll out as your cheek is stretched to the side. All the while, he continues to thrust into your trembling walls, fighting the contractions, and overstimulating you.

You’re garbling out pleas for him to slow down because you can’t handle how good it feels and he’s sadistically making you focus on your debauched figure in the mirror while saying shit like, “Whats that baby, sounds like ya got somethin’ in your fuckin mouth!”

Make sure he reels a squirting orgasm or at least another really good one before he fills you up. Won’t stop him from stuffing his fingers down your throat and telling you to not talk unless “you’re ready to tell daddy who’s the best.”

Shoto

♡ Okay so I strongly believe that he likes the bed ofc.

♡ He’s a proper gentleman ofc ofc, but here me out…

♡ I think he gets a big ass kick whenever you guys can have sex on the table

♡ More like whenever he can get you sitting at the edge of the table while he is standing and thrusting into you.

♡ He loves that he’s close to you, but boy oh boy

♡ When he gets you to fully lay down on the table???

♡ Goes dumb because he loves being able to look at you, cutely sprawled out. It mimics missionary in the bed to him.

♡ He adores you so ofcccc he likes to look at you.

♡ “You look so beautiful darling, are you feeling that good?”

✐The way you look up at him, mesmerizes him every single damn time. He does think that he has a problem because the way you look at him when he’s making you feel good is enough to make me do anything.

That’s why he’s become such a fan of taking you in any way possible as long as he can see that face, those cute glassy eyes as he slips his warming cock past your glistening floods until he bottoms out.

“T-the table isn’t hurting you right baby?” He asks through his grunts, worrying about the flesh of your ass on the edge of the mahogany table.

“Gosh you’re so hot worrying even when you’re insid-

He’ll rip a gasp from you then by how erratic his next thrust is, he can’t help it when you say shit like that. Makes him realize how nasty he is being, taking you on the table he eats at, that you eat at, that his guests eat at.  By the way you are looking, you must be thinking the same thing and it’s arousing both of you.

His hands will grab needily at the side of your ass while your legs are thrown over them so as to have you almost leaning back, relying on him as he looks down at you. His own eyes gradually become lower and lower as he loses himself in you.

“H-harder Sho, want it harder!” You’ll moan out and he’ll nod obediently, pushing you so that your back comes flush with the cold table top, making you squeal as he starts to thrust into you harder. He never seems to miss your gspot, no matter what, you’re sure he can find it even by accident as he beats into it like it’s his own personal toy.

Your tits bouncing sporadically, up and down your chest as you lurch upwards along the wood because of how he stands on his tippy toes to try and be all in you- as deep as possible. You love when he gets like this, so hell bent on pleasuring you that desperate little moans and groans are tumbling out of his mouth.

He quickly swipes his hair out of his eyes so that he can continue to watch you drip on his cock. He knows when you’re close. Your velvet walls always pulse the same way when your orgasm is coming fast and your mouth always falls open enough for him to easily run his thumb across his.

It must have been because he was so damn hot already, but he was definitely heating you up inside as well via his quirk and it took him a minute to realize it- too lost in the heightened emotion in your face.

“You look so beautiful darling, are you feeling that good?” He asks as he studies your face contorting into a higher level of pleasure, drool starting to collect at the corner of your opened mouth.

“You’re doing so good!” You’ll desperately pant, knowing he loves the praise. It brings out the nasy in him and this is proved when he takes his thumb and swipes it across your full bottom lip. In the same emotion he collects the spit from the corner of your mouth and licks it from his finger. He loves the shocked look on your face before you start rolling into your orgasm.

“Baby I didn’t even get to play with that pretty clit yet.. Can I still?”

Sero

♡ Ughhhhh i’ve had Sero brainrotttttttttttt chileee anywaysss

♡ I think this charming fucker would def love car anything

♡ Car sex

♡ Car head

♡ Car fingering

♡  A N Y T H I N G

♡  It’s just something about the tight space that he loves. Pulling you close to him and wrecking you in any way possible.

♡ He likes that he can park somewhere pretty too!

♡  I just see him loving to prop his phone up and pull you into his lap and record while he goes to town.

♡ “You like this huh babygirl”

✐Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as Sero pointed your face in the direction of his recording phone, he wanted you to look into the camera, fingers caressing your chin.

“C’mon pretty, pay attention to us, we look so good don’t we?” He coos, smirking as your glassy eyes try to focus on the video he was making instead of the stretch in your ass.

He was buried balls deep inside your tight ass as he spread you open for the camera, toying with your clit, as you rested your back against his chest.

“I’m t-too stuffed Hanta! Youre filling me too m-much- fuck!”

Your shaky sentence is cut short as you feel him twitch inside you, you were suctioning him like crazy, so the micro action is enough to send you trembling.

He had pushed into you a while after he pulled you into his lap, but hadn’t moved since. You didn’t know what was driving you more crazy, the lack of friction or the long intrusion.

“My god you’re leaking all over my lap, beautiful, my pants are gonna be ruined.” He states before letting out a low whistle. Impressed by the arousal he’s gotten from just cockwarming you while slightly toying with your clit.

“Hanta!”

He chuckles, eyes low from the joint he just smoked and the tightness enclosing his cock, before finally giving your pussy some attention. Long, slender fingers that are freshly painted black weave through your sticky lips before light smacks are directed at your entire core.

You gasp as his other hand snakes around your waist, holding you in place as he nudges two fingers into your inviting entrance. As soon as they are fully inside you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding while dropping the back of your head onto his shoulder.

He would scold you, but the way you’re taking his fingers is mesmerizing and he’s falling into the clutches of wanting to pleasure that pussy. He begins flicking his finger skillfully, interchanging aggressive flicks of the wrist with scissoring his fingers inside of you.

“Baby It feels so good. I-I- I want you to move!” You plead as you try to buck your hips to meet his flicking wrist, but his arm is still holding you in place.

“You think you can handle me stretching this sexy ass, hm?” He whispears into your ear before suckling your earlobe inside his mouth and you nod. He’s glad too because he cock is ready from some action, balls filling with release at the feel of your velvety walls around him.

He brings a strong hand to your hip before he starts to use his feet to retract his hips from underneath you which effectively drags his cock out from your walls. He leaves just the tip inside, so that you can feel the ring of your ass being stretched before he rams it all back in.

The first thrust is enough to indicate that you will not last at all. He knew what he was doing as he continued to fuck into you while curling two fingers into your gspot. The pressure that is building within you is one that only Sero knows how to bring out and you’re desperate for it.

You start bouncing on top of his cock while he continues to stretch your holes which has him groaning, “you like this huh babygirl, gonna cum already for me?” He can barely keep himself from going slack jaw as it feels like your walls will snap him in half with how hard you’re sucking him in.

“You always make me feel so g-good!” You cry out tears trickling down your cheeks as you near the end of your rope, falling on top of his cock, legs having given out.

He takes over though, thrusting his cock into you while attacking your gspot with his fingers, “ fuckkk ‘tsss tight! S-show me how good I make you feel.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re squirting so aggressively around his fingers and on to his lap.

Sero takes his time and knows just how to make you gush.

stoner!Sero drabble

so i bought a new bong recently and named him Hanta, which is great, but now i have stoner!Sero brainrot. so here’s a short self-indulgent drabble ✨

- the mid Saturday light filters in through the sheer white curtains

- while wisps of smoke form a haphazard canopy above you and Hanta

- the pair of you never let sleep fully leave your eyes this morning

- you wake up in Hanta’s arms, him lazily smiling down at you, playing with your hair

- “Mmm, morning Hanta,” you hum, blinking yourself awake

- he shifts beside you, reaching to the bedside table to grab a small bong

- “Rise and shine, mi amor,” he hands you the piece, waiting for you to sit up in bed

- repositioning yourself in bed, you bring the bong to your lips

- Hanta leans in, lighting the bowl for you and trailing kisses along your neck as you inhale

- you pull away for a brief moment to place the bong back on the bedside table, Hanta’s hungry lips following after you

- as you turn back to him, he captures your lips in his own, kissing you as you exhale the smoke in your lungs

- tangled in the covers and Hanta’s arms you melt into the kiss

- when he finally breaks for air, Hanta has a wide, lazy grin stretching across his face, his hair still disheveled from a night of sleep

- “I think we should order breakfast and spend the day in bed. What do you say, my love?”

- “Only if you get up to get it when it’s here,” you answer, leaning forward to place one more kiss on the tip of Hanta’s nose

- he quickly wraps his arms around you, pulling you forwards to lay on top of him, “Deal!”

BNHA Imagine - Spiderman

A/N: So… Marvel huh? There was literally nothing specific that inspired this other than me just suddenly feeling like writing this AU. Also, this would have totally been posted yesterday, but I decided I was going to add Sero because what’s a Spiderman reference in BNHA without Sero.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Hitoshi Shinsou, Hanta Sero, and Shouta Aizawa x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of harassment in Sero’s (reader and other characters get followed by someone) & robbery in Aizawa’s.

Summary: Either imagine the MCU or the BNHA universe, but the majority is quirkless so heroes are much more rare. Where, these heroes hear their crush mention or talk about their secret hero identity.

Word Count: 3.5K

Izuku Midoriya

  "Have you heard about that new hero yet?“ Midoriya had heard the words more than once in his school. But, it still shocked him to the core when he heard your friend ask you about it.

"Huh? I don’t think I have.” You replied.

Midoriya attempted to be just slightly more subtle in his eavesdropping. He looked back to the books before him; afterall, he’d been studying just moments before you and your friend entered the library. It wasn’t like it was uncommon for the two of you to come to the library; Midoriya was just really bad at not eavesdropping. 

“Seriously!” They exclaimed, “C'mon, look at this!" 

Midoriya did everything in his power to not look back up to see what your friend was showing you. He had a likely guess, though. The green haired boy wasn’t inept on social media; he kept close tabs on any public information that was spreading about him. Admittedly, it was relatively isolated right now: local news and posts from people mostly located within this town. In this instance, he’d already seen the video on his own and had been shown it by Uraraka. It was a video of him, (well, the masked hero "Veridian”) jumping across the tops of buildings and sliding down a fire escape before promptly looking at the camera after the person behind it yelled. 

“So,” Your friend prompted once the video presumably ended, “isn’t he hot?" 

Izuku instantly flushed.

"Kind of, but you can’t just say that after seeing one video of him.” You countered. 

“Well you haven’t seen the other videos. Hold on, there’s one where he saves a cat, and he’s so cute! Let me find it.” Your friend began scrolling through her phone while Izuku was absolutely burning in his seat.

“Kind of? What do they mean by kind off? Do they mean I’m hot? No one’s ever called me that before!” Izuku repeated mentally. He really hoped he wasn’t muttering those words.

“Oh, hey Midoriya. ‘Didn’t notice you there!” Once your attention was away from your friend’s phone, it seemed you finally took notice of your surroundings. Izuku wasn’t too far from the two of you, just a table away.

“H-hey (L/N)!” He returned the greeting. He failed miserably to hide the stutter, blush, or the small giddy smile overtaking his face. Midoriya wasn’t a completely hopeless romantic, at least. He’d made multiple efforts to talk to you (with varying levels of success), and you sat next to him in one of the several classes you two shared. Although, he wouldn’t boast his ability too much; Midoriya and you were acquaintances at most. 

“Look, found it!” You seemed ready to say more, but you were quickly distracted by your friend shoving another video towards you. 

His next words died on his tongue, but he could still feel a tiny smile on his face as he tried to make his brain focus back on his notes before him. Although, his attention was really on you. 

Hitoshi Shinsou 

   "Shinsou loves heroes– actually, he knows a couple heroes!“ Kaminari loudly declared while Shinsou paled at the accusation. He regretted this interaction instantly. 

Denki Kaminari was undeniably the school flirt– when they graduated in a year the title will be under his name in the yearbook. Kaminari went to every social event he had access to, talked to anyone who would listen, and was more or less the class clown. And, he was Hitoshi Shinsou’s best friend since middle school. The relationship was very obviously odd. Shinsou sort of disappeared in the crowds with his dark clothing and frequent silence, meanwhile Kaminari was visibly bright and could fill a room with just his voice.

Despite their differences, Shinsou wouldn’t really have it any other way. Kaminari was a good friend, and, no matter how popular he got, he never skipped out on Shinsou. But, at times like these, the purple haired boy really wished he could go back and just strangle the blonde before they could have even met.

Today, Kaminari had tugged Shinsou from their usual library spot to the much busier high school cafeteria. All the while, he rambled on and on with a mix of some much needed context for Shinsou. 

"So– y'know your crush, right?” Kaminari began.

“I don’t have a–” the blonde didn’t even let Shinsou speak as he continued, “Well, I just got sat next to one of their friends in Algebra, they’re cute by the way. And, they said I could sit with them at lunch. So, as your great best friend who won’t let you keep pining for (Y/N) for the rest of high school, I’m bringing you with me!”

“I have homework to do, though.” Shinsou tried to avoid the event he was being “invited” to. 

“Nope, now you don’t. Did you miss the part where I said you won’t be pining anymore?” Kaminari repeated.

“I didn’t tell you about this just for you to drag me around school and play matchmaker.” The purple haired boy attempted to dissuade the blonde with his cynical comment. 

“Must suck because we’re here.” As usual, it didn’t work, and they were standing at the entryway of the cafeteria

The blonde rather easily found the group, and Shinsou was just as easily ditched by the blonde to sit beside you. He could, maybe, forgive Kaminari for this just a little bit. It was pretty easy to strike up a conversation with you; the two of you shared a couple of classes, afterall. But, that goodwill ended instantly when Shinsou and you were brought back to the conversation of the rest of the table. “Hey, Shinsou, what do you think about heroes?" 

He wasn’t quite sure what led up to the conversation, but he answered normally, "They’re cool, I guess." 

"Oh come on– Shinsou loves heroes! Actually, he knows a couple heroes!” The only indication of what Kaminari was about to say was a seconds-long, telling stare.

Shinsou had to channel all his willpower in that moment to not get up and drag the blonde out of the cafeteria right at that second. He’d told Kaminari when the blonde found out about him being a hero, “I don’t want this to be a public thing, alright. It’s for my safety and everyone else that this stays secret.” What was he even trying to do by mentioning it? Make himself more popular? He promised in that same conversation he would never do something like that– no matter how awful he is at keeping secrets. 

“What heroes do you know?” Was asked on top of, “Do you really?" 

"He’s lying. I’ve talked to a hero that comes near my apartment, but that’s about it.” Shinsou countered. He could back that up, right? He’d talked to a couple of older, underground heroes, but he’d have to twist the story just a bit about why they were talking.

“No,you’re lying,” if looks could kill, Kaminari was six feet under, “He makes equipment and stuff for this new hero!" 

"Who!” The questioning shouts of your friends persisted. 

“Um– Mindjack…” Shinsou didn’t know what else to add about him– well, himself. This wasn’t what he planned for at all today, and Kaminari will be paying for it.

“Huh– never heard of him.” Relief flooded over him at the words of the first response.

“I guess if they’re new then there isn’t much out about them yet.” Another friend spoke. They were technically right, but it was more like Shinsou actively avoided any sort of public attention in the past two years he’d been officially doing hero-work now. 

“No wait, we had a real question to ask first,” Someone else said before holding a phone towards Shinsou, “Which hero is hotter?”

Shinsou had to stop his complete deadpan expression at the words just uttered. It was the person sitting next to Kaminari too– no wonder the blonde liked them, that was exactly something he would ask. 

“Uh– the left one, I guess.” He answered bluntly. Thankfully, it was enough for everyone else to head back to their conversations even as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

Instantly, his eyes were on Kaminari. He was trying to corral the group, more specifically the one person he had interest in, out the door as soon as possible. Kaminari had been friends with Shinsou for long enough to know the “your days are numbered” look, and he was wisely trying to escape. 

“Hey, um–” Luckily for Kaminari, a voice interrupted his war path towards the blonde.  You, who had been silent most of the previous interaction, finally began talking again.

“Do you actually work with Mindjack?” You asked.

“Yeah, I kinda do. I help– him make equipment and those sorts of things.” It felt odd talking about himself in the third person.

“That’s so cool!” You exclaimed, “I’ve been wondering for a while how things like that voice modulator work– oh, and the capture scarf too! Did you, or him, based it off Eraserhead? They seem really similar, but I’ve never really seen them work." 

The more you talked, the bright red Shinsou’s face flushed and his heart raced, "You know who Mindjack is? And Eraserhead?” He voiced his thoughts exactly. Well, more exactly would be the wonders of how you knew about his equipment. Had people managed to take pictures of him? When? 

“Well um– yeah, kind of. There’s a lot more interesting communities about the less– mainstream heroes, you could say. Sorry if the questions were weird, though! I get it if it’s private information and stuff.” You rambled your explanation. 

Heroes had been brought up only a couple of times the two of you talked, but he had no clue you were such a big hero fan. Much less that you knew a lot about underground heroes of all things.

“It’s not weird,” he quickly corrected, “Um– I have some of the basic designs I could show you tomorrow for the artificial vocal chords, that’s what the voice modulator is called. I’m sure Mindjack wouldn’t mind if you saw them." 

"Really? That’d be great, thank you so much!” You smiled brightly. Maybe, some of that forgiveness for Kaminari returned…

But only a little. 

“Seriously? I work with heroes?” Shinsou asked Kaminari, who was currently dangling from the ledge of their apartment building with Shinsou’s binding cloth as the only thing keeping him from falling the multiple stories. Was it cruel? Yeah. But, would he drop the blonde? Probably not. 

“C'mon, I didn’t say you are one! And, it worked didn’t it? (Y/N)’s super into heroes, and I saw you two talking after!” Kaminari explained. 

“So you were trying to set me up?” Shinsou spoke evenly. Neither continued rage or a new calm was particularly clear in his voice.

“Does that make it better or worse?” The other timidly asked. 

“Neither!" 

Hanta Sero 

   Sero’s rooftop swinging halted as a shout came from somewhere below him. It was a couple people shouting things along the lines of, "Leave us alone” and “Stop following us!” Neither of those phrases were usually a good sign. He scanned the area quickly before making his way over to the group he could see in the distance: it was a group of six huddled together with the perpetrators clearly being three guys following behind.

“C'mon, I didn’t mean to scare you away. It was just a joke.” One of the guys insisted. 

“No, it wasn’t just a joke.” One of the people in the group shouted back.

The guy previously speaking stepped forward, “Babe, I really didn’t mean it. Just come back to the party and–" 

He was interrupted by someone else, "Just go away. She’s not going back–" 

"I didn’t ask you!” The guy snapped and shoved whoever had interrupted him to the ground.

“Okay, now seems like a good time to do something.” Sero determined. From his previous spot, he jumped to the sidewalk– perfectly landing between whoever this guy was and the other group. Lucky for him (and his dignity) he didn’t mess up the landing as he did many times before.

“You alright?” He addressed the person who had been pushed first and– oh shit.  Sero recognized you instantly. You were dressed slightly differently from earlier, but it made sense; you had just been at a party after all. 

“Yeah, we’re all going,” You had mentioned during lunch, “(Name)’s going with her boyfriend, but I get really bad vibes from him, y'know. So none of us really wanted her to be alone." 

Remembering that information, he easily recognized everyone standing around him now. Your friend group was the five others behind him, and your one friend’s boyfriend was standing inches before him. 

"Thanks.” You accepted the hand he had reached out to help pull you up. 

“Everything alright here?” Sero turned his attention back towards the upperclassmen before him.

“Yeah, we’re fine.” The guy responded.

“Um– yeah, I’m pretty sure fine doesn’t mean pushing people to the ground,” Sero said, “Why don’t you go back to your party over there and leave these people alone." 

"This is none of your business, tape boy.” He sneered. 

“Cellophane.” Sero corrected. 

“Whatever,” he scoffed, “just fuck off already." 

He reached a hand up to push Sero, much as he had done to you, only for his fist to be wrapped in a heavy layer of tape. "What?” Seconds later, he was stumbling backwards towards his friends– Sero having kicked him square in the stomach.

“Let’s just get out of here, it’s not worth it.” One of his smarter friends suggested. 

The main guy muttered something before calling out to, presumably, his girlfriend, “You better call me later!" 

Sero had to hold back a laugh as one of your friend behind him whispered, "Don’t fucking call him." 

"Asshole,” You muttered as you watched the three guys retreat, “Thank you so much. Cellophane, right?" 

"Y-yeah,” he stuttered, “No problem! Just get back home safe, got it?" 

God, he sounded like someone’s Dad. He was so thankful for the decision to wear a mask and keep his identity secret.

"Sure thing!” You called back with a wave while a couple of other friends added, “Thank you!" 

He easily caught the ledge of the closest roof with his tape and pulled himself back up to return to his previous patrolling route. 

"Then he went like,” You demonstrated a kick as well as you could from your seat at the cafeteria, “and he ran away! I can’t believe he helped us, though. I don’t know what we would have done if that asshole kept following us." 

"Yeah, that is lucky. I’m glad you guys were safe.” Sero wasn’t the best actor, but he seemed to be pretty good at convincing you that this was his first time hearing of this. 

“Yeah, I’m glad too… oh, and the hero was nice too! Like, he helped me up and everything.” You continued talking about the hero.

“Wow, sounds like you have a crush on this hero.” Sero teased. 

“Hm– wouldn’t be the first time I fell in love with someone after talking once,” You replied jokingly, “I’m sure he’s cute under his mask, though.. Maybe I should try and get in more danger to get his number?" 

No matter if you were serious or not, a deep blush covered Sero’s face. Did that mean you think he’s cute? "Y-you could become his uh– archenemy or something, start robbing banks.”

Whether you noticed or not, you didn’t mention it, “Ooh an enemies to lovers thing, I like it." 

He awkwardly laughed, "Y-yeah…”

He was so bad at this. 

Shouta Aizawa 

   "Welcome in!“ You called out as Aizawa slowly pushed the door open to the brightly illuminated Cafe. It was one of the few places that was open so late and served coffee good enough to get Aizawa to power through the night.

"I haven’t seen you around in awhile, 'zawa.” The wait staff was nice too. Well, you’re the only person ever working at such a late hour. Also considering he was often the only person occupying the building at his very specific time, it was inevitable he ended up talking to you a bit.

“Been busy.” He took a seat down at the exact spot across from you.

“With…” You prompted him to continue as you poured his usual. It wasn’t too complicated of an order: plain, black coffee. 

“Finals week,” he sighed deeply, “Lots of grading." 

Aizawa, unfortunately, found himself settled as a highschool teacher. He would really rather be teaching college level courses, but he began his hero work at the same time he got hired for a part-time teacher position. So, now he was just a full time teacher coupled with nightly hero work, and he did not have the time to switch up his routine. 

"I feel you,” You nodded in agreement, “Well, as a student more than a teacher." 

You held up a messy notebook from behind the counter to indicate the studying you were doing prior. In the time you two talked, Aizawa learned that you had just recently returned to college after a many year break to finish the degree you dropped. The night job at the Cafe seemed to be your best bet for paying the simpler college expenses. 

"Don’t let me distract you, studying is important.” The man took a sip of his coffee. 

“Sure thing, sensei.” You teased, “But seriously, I needed a break anyway. I’ve been working on it since my shift started –no one’s really come in anyway, probably 'cause of the robberies and stuff." 

"Right, you told me about those. How’s everything been lately?” He asked. 

“Fine, apparently there’s been some sort of hero hanging around here and scaring guys off. So, maybe business will pick up again.” You replied. 

The question was really only a formality. Aizawa was the said “hero” hanging around, and he was, in fact, “scaring away” any possible criminals after you’d informed him of the robberies. 

“They’re probably hitting all the stores around. I hope there’s at least someone else working with me whenever they come by here.” You solemnly said.

“You can’t call the police?” Aizawa mildly expected the answer you would give. 

“No, they won’t really stick around unless they have some reason to believe it’s soon. But, it seems like the group waits a couple before robbing another place. That’s why they’ve just been hitting every store down the block in a row.” You explained.

With the renewed resentment he had for the local police force (that same resentment had pushed him to become a hero in the first place), he changed up his patrol area to hang around the Cafe. He wasn’t quite sure what the criminal group looked like, but he was successful in scaring off some suspicious groups so far. He kept a close eye on the Cafe too. If he saw anyone go in, Aizawa was on guard until they left. 

Was it a bit over the top? Yeah, Aizawa would admit to that. 

“At least someone is doing something around here.” He responded to your explanation.

“Yeah, it’s nice to feel a bit safer around here.” You smiled.

Aizawa went to take another sip of his coffee –only to notice that he’d finished the cup in the rather short time you two had been talking. Awkwardly, he placed the mug back down after pretending to take a final sip. 

“Want any more?” You seemed to notice while holding up the coffee pot.

“No,” his voice held evident disappointment at the denial, “I’ve had a lot today anyways, just thought I’d stop by.”

Yamada had become very serious recently with getting Aizawa to stop drinking as much coffee. “Only 3 cups at most,” the blonde English teacher declared, “Otherwise, I’m sending you home and you’re sleeping for the day.”

It was unfortunate the man was so good at talking to others, especially their boss, to actually make the threat a reality. He’d demonstrated so just last week. 

“Aww, thanks! I enjoy it when you come by, too.” You smiled. 

“Oh uh– I’ve been meaning to ask. Can I get your number– i-if you’re alright with that. We’ve been talking a lot here, so I thought that maybe it’d be nice to see you when I’m not on the clock for once.” You nervously added. 

Aizawa paused for a moment in contemplation. He hadn’t really given his number out in a long time, much less to someone he found himself interested in, and it was mostly because of his secretive hero career. The moment Yamada got close to him, it was only weeks later the blonde found out about the hero stuff. 

“This is different.” He concluded the train of thought before verbally responding, “Sure, here." 

You beamed as you pulled your phone out and put your numbers in each other’s phones. "See you around soon, 'zawa.” You called out as the dark haired man left after paying. 

A small smile came across his face when he received your first text only moments after he had resumed his perched spot near the Cafe, “good luck getting me to stop bothering you now >:)"