Summary; All of this was started by a deal. [Name] didn’t expect to fall in love with one of the top students from the hero course, Midoriya Izuku. What happens when things go out of control?
Proceed with Caution: This story will contain angst.
Word Count:2,615
The sun shining above birds chirped happily beside their own families. Small children are holding their mother’s hand as they walk across the busy street.
The tall purple walls that surround the grounds of U.A High School, which protects their students and staff from any uninvited citizens to enter into their property. The security of the school has improved ever since the incident with the League of Villains.
Students wearing their respected uniforms. They are chatting away with their friend groups from their dorms.
Meanwhile, you are holding hands with your green-haired boyfriend, whose cheeks were slightly flushed in red since he’s still not used to this kind of affection despite the fact you’ve been dating for almost twelve months.
Your first anniversary is coming up.
You cannot believe it has been so long. You can’t help but ponder on the reason why you even started to date him in the first place.
synopsis:izuku goes abroad on a hero mission and it breaks his heart to leave y/n, but he comes to realizations about the two of them while he’s away.
content: pro hero au, fluff, relationship discussions, i throw in some marriage talk
word count:1.5k
a/n:this song makes me feel warm and fuzzy but sad at the same time and after listening to it on repeat for awhile it reminded me of izuku :,)
It was three in the morning. He was on another plane going on another mission abroad, and all Izuku could think about was the way Y/N had cried at the airport the first time he’d left for an overseas mission a year ago.
“I’m so excited for you!” she had screamed when she heard the news, immediately jumping into his arms and rambling about all of the food he’d get to try and the amazing people he’d meet. And his nerves had vanished right then and there, and they both spent the night making a list of things he’d take with him, neither of them pausing to think what six months away meant for their relationship.
They’d been dating for two years, having officially gotten together after graduating high school. Y/N was currently in college studying to be a teacher, and was doing her training at UA. She was almost positive she’d go back to UA to teach, and was thrilled at the prospect of being a mentor to so many young aspiring heroes while doing some hero work at the same time. She was happy, and seeing her happy made Izuku happy.
Since he was in the limelight a lot, the relationship was hard on Y/N, no matter how hard she tried to insist it wasn’t. Izuku was an expert at avoiding the media, but it was still irritating when Y/N was referred to as nothing more than his girlfriend, when she was a part time hero and student, something he thought was far more impressive than what he was doing. The first chance he got he bought them a house near UA and Y/N’s university with a great security system to scare away any paparazzi who would be smart enough to find out where they lived (something no one had done so far).
His trip was something they’d both known would happen eventually, but they’d never explicitly discussed it. Izuku was scared to bring it up, terrified Y/N would mistake his feelings of unease for wanting to end their relationship, which was the last thing he wanted. Whenever he brought it up she’d wave it away, assuring him everything was going to be fine, and that he must remember to bring back a souvenirer, both for her and for the apartment. And, in a team effort with his mom, she’d made him a new scarf to take with him, because it was cold in New York, especially in the wintertime. They didn’t talk about the risks of the mission—they’d stopped discussing dangers on the job after a few months of dating, because it was so normal in both of their jobs they both overlooked it more often than not.
Y/N drove him to the airport, ignoring his advice for her to stay home and rest before her class the next day. Izuku was recognized by the staff, and paired with Y/N’s determined stare, it was enough for her to be allowed to wait with him at his gate until his flight left.
She sat with him for almost an hour, holding his hand the entire time and talking about her classes and the kids she was mentoring, knowing any other topic would make them both remember why they were here.
He was the last one to board the flight. He couldn’t bring himself to get up, to let go of Y/N’s hand. They’d never been apart longer than three weeks for over six years now, and letting go of her hand was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment.
“C’mon,” she’d said, standing up and pulling him along with him. Izuku clutched his boarding pass much harder than necessary, something Y/N had to have noticed. But her gaze was straight ahead, focused on the flight attendant waiting to check his pass and allow him onto the plane.
She turned to hug him, squeezing him tightly and pressing kisses along the side of his face. “I love you so much, have a safe flight, and call me as soon as you land.”
And then she was letting go of him and pushing him forward gently, and Izuku handed over his boarding pass and turned to look back at her.
She was standing right where he’d left her, wrapped up in his favorite All Might scarf. Her cheeks were glistening with tears, and with a startled realization that his vision was blurring, he realized he was crying, too. She waved at him until he couldn’t see her anymore, and it took all of Izuku’s willpower not to jump out of the plane and rush back into her arms. He felt like his heart was breaking, knowing she was crying because of him, knowing her heart would ache just as his was aching now because of him.
He called her the second he landed, and didn’t hang up until she fell asleep and he did too, in a bed 6,000 miles away from the only person he wanted to be with.
“My students keep asking about you!” Y/N chirped, smiling widely at him. She was in the kitchen, eating a late lunch. It was almost midnight for Izuku, but he hadn’t felt this awake all week.
Between both of their busy schedules, they only managed to video call once a week, the rest of their communication being text messages and the occasional quick phone call. But when they did video call, they stayed on the line until one of them fell asleep. Izuku was determined not to nod off for at least another hour. Seeing Y/N, even through a screen, was his biggest motivation to keep moving forward on his mission.
It was going well, all things considering. Winter was hell in New York, but Izuku dutifully took his new scarf everywhere he went and bundled up whenever he went outside. It had already been three months, and he had heard whispers around the agency where he was working that the mission might wrap up within the next month if things continued to go smoothly.
He hadn’t told Y/N, not wanting to get her hopes up in case he did have to stay the full six months.
“Really? Do you tell them I’m kicking ass over here in the states? And that I’ll bring them souvenirs if they’re nice to you?” He asked her now, fighting back a yawn. It was only 1AM, how weak was he? Sure he’d chased down a lead today—literally—but that was no excuse.
“Oh, they’re always nice to me,” Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she took a bite of her lunch. “So they’re all expecting gifts.”
He smiled. Y/N told him more about how life was going back home. She visited his mom weekly, cooking with her and oftentimes calling Izuku with her while she was there. As she was telling him about her last visit, he remembered what his mom had told him before he’d left.
“Y/N doesn’t say it,” she told him, eyes already welling with tears as she spoke. “But I know she worries for you as much as I do. She loves you with her whole heart and more, Izuku. I know you love her just as much.That kind of love is too special to let go. Do you understand?”
He did.
They’d both talked about it—marriage. Y/N had told him she’d agree to marry him in a heartbeat, but she understood that they also didn’t need to formally get married and she was perfectly content with how they were now.
He remembered reading columns about them that the newspapers would sometimes put out whenever he got interviewed on big talk shows and he talked about Y/N. The reporters would go crazy with it for a couple of weeks: speculating when a ring would be spotted on Y/N’s finger, when Dynamight would come home after years abroad to attend the wedding, when All Might would emerge from his peaceful retirement to officiate.
Izuku had been sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with Y/N when they’d moved in together, and the first thing she insisted they both do was plant a flower in the backyard. He’d been in love with her for over two years now, but finally moving in with her, seeing her plant the first flower in their new home together—that had solidified everything for him.
“Y/N,” he said now, quietly, as he found himself being overcome with sleep.
She looked up from her lunch, smile softening. “Yeah?”
“Love you so much,” he said. “Be lost without you.”
“I love you too, Izuku,” she replied.
He fell asleep before he could tell her he was going to marry her the second he got back, that he’d buy her a bouquet of flowers to match the ones in their garden in the backyard.
But he had a feeling she already knew. And it made him love her even more.
synopsis: y/n, with a new spider-based quirk recently given to her, is determined to free a little girl she saw on the street. eri. after eri is rescued, y/n meets her again, in the safety of their new home of ua, alongside her rescuers. one of which helps reignites y/n’s dwindling dream, and reminds her of why she wanted to be a hero.
a/n:thanks to the anon who sent in the request that inspired this!! I deviated from it a bit, hope that’s okay!! This is like the 4th spider-man related thing i’ve written, but i love the concept so idc >:)
The first time she sees her is on her second day of UA, on her way back home from school. She was just about to make it onto the street before a man grabbed her and snatched her back into the shadows, almost too quick for Y/N to see anything. Almost. She’d still seen the frantic look in the little girl’s eyes, the bandages wrapped around her arms.
On instinct Y/N follows after them, sprinting across the street to the alley, sure she didn’t imagine it. The little girl had white hair. Impossible to miss, even from a dark alley.
But when she makes it into the alley they’ve vanished. There’s doors leading to who knows where on either side of the alley’s walls, and Y/N desperately yanks at them, wishing the radioactive spider had given her lockpicking skills, too. None of them budge. Y/N calls the police, waiting impatiently for them to arrive. There isn’t a lot of foot traffic along near the alley—at least, not when she saw the little girl. She might be the only witness, and the police might not believe her.
She still stayed and gave her statement, describing the little girl with as much detail as possible. The police took down everything she said, and Y/N hoped they’d look into it. There wasn’t anything she could do. Her body hadn’t automatically reacted with her quirk, because she’d only received her spider abilities a month ago, and they were not second nature to her yet. If she’d swung across the alley with her webs, or at least grabbed the arm of the man with them, would she have been able to do something?
The next few weeks are a blur. UA was notorious for being a hero school, but the general studies course was jam packed with college preparatory courses. Y/N wasn’t able to apply for the hero course since her quirk arrived… late, so she stuck with general studies. After school, she’d walk the same route where she’d seen the little girl every day, sometimes circling back to walk a different route with more alleys. Y/N couldn’t swing from place to place like she wanted to, since a hero on patrol might scold her for it, or she’d get in the way of a mission in place, so she stuck to walking. She’d checked in with the police about the report she’d made, but they told her they hadn’t found anything. So it was up to her to find the little girl again, and save her from whatever was happening to her.
Y/N started training with her quirk at home, avoiding her parents by practicing on the roof or in the safety of her locked room, getting the hang of the sticky touch and the web shooting. The reflexes were a great added bonus—she dominated in PE class. But she needed to train herself to react instinctively with her quirk, especially if she wanted to follow through on her dream of becoming a hero. She didn’t want to fall behind, even though the odds were literally stacked against her.
The little girl found her the next week.
Y/N was walking along a route behind the alley where she’d first seen her when she felt someone bump into her, lightly enough where Y/N may have mistaken it for the wind. But she glanced down and there she was, big red eyes staring right back at her, as surprised as she was.
There’s no one else on the street—it’s mainly filled with warehouses to begin with, and people are still at work. It’s just Y/N and the little girl.
“Hi,” Y/N dropped to her knees quickly, eye level with the little girl. “I’m Y/N, I’m here to help you. What’s your name?”
She was trembling, and an arm’s length away from Y/N. Her bandages looked new, as though they had just been replaced.
Before she could reply, Y/N sees a shadow approaching from the alley, and she scoops the little girl up, ready to sling away with her webs. She turns to latch onto a building across the street and is met with a man standing in front of her, smiling cruelly down at both of them. “There you are, Eri.”
The man reaches up with lightning speed, before Y/N can even react, and touches his fingers to her temples. She vaguely felt the man take Eri from her before she blacked out, feeling her energy drain out of her as her vision faded to darkness.
She woke up to someone lightly shaking her shoulder. Y/N sat up with a gasp, wildly looking around her. “Where is she? Did he take her?”
The workday seems to be over, because the street looks busier than before. The lady who woke her up helps her to her feet, asking if she needs to go to a hospital. Y/N thanked her before stumbling away, still feeling a bit light headed. She knew there was a police station around here somewhere. The woman who helped her insisted on going with her, and Y/N let her help her walk the few blocks there.
The police took both of their statements, and Y/N goes home long after the sun has set, exhausted and fearing the wrath of her worried parents.
Y/N had plans to go back to the police station at least once a week to bother them into taking her seriously, but then the Heights Alliance dorms were built, and she found herself moving into the dorms.
When they were allowed to return home on breaks or odd weekends, Y/N was sure to take the same routes as before, searching every alley for Eri. A few times she thinks she’s seen her, and she calls out to her, slinging across streets to the alley, only to find it empty. Y/N was starting to think she imagined it, but every time it happened, she finds bandages on the alley’s floor. Eri’s had come looking for her, but either was too scared to ask for help or was dragged back to wherever they kept her.
The police tell Y/N to stop calling, assuring her they are on the case. And she believes them, because this is the first time they’ve told her that. She’s practically on a first name basis with the receptionist at the station, who was always very blunt on where they were in the investigation. The next time Y/N calls, she’s told Eri is safe, but they aren’t allowed to say anything more.
Y/N is pretty sure she scares her dorm neighbor with her loud cheers.
“Hey, Midoriya!”
Izuku screamed, almost dropping his notebooks. He was on his way to his dorm, and hadn’t even noticed Mirio. Even without his quirk he was surprisingly sneaky.
“Yes?” Izuku squeaked, still a bit startled.
“Eri-chan’s been asking for someone lately, and no one knows who it is.” Mirio falls into step beside him as Izuku leads him to a nearby bench where they can sit.
It’d been a while since Izuku saw Eri. She was getting acclimated to her new life living on campus, and was doing better than ever.
“Really? What’s their name?” Izuku adjusts his notebooks to set them on his lap. Mirio leans back into the bench, looking thoughtful.
“Y/N, Eri-chan says. She keeps asking for her. Aizawa can’t get much else out of her, I think she’s still a little shaky, especially when it comes to her memories.” Izuku nods.
“So, how’re your classes going?” They fall into an easy conversation after that, until eventually Mirio heads back to his own dorm for the night. Izuku gets his homework done for the day, the name Y/N in the back of his mind for the rest of the night.
A few weeks later, Izuku found himself wandering around the school during lunch. He was in the mood for a walk, but his allergies had been acting up lately, so he was stuck inside as much as possible. He didn’t even really know where he was—he’d never been in this part of the school before. After some vague snooping into classrooms he figured out it was the general studies branch of the school. He brightened, thinking maybe he’d see Shinso around somewhere.
“Y/N!” he heard someone call from down the hallway. He whirled around, almost activating his quirk in his haste. Someone was at the end of the hall, looking at someone else out of sight. “Wait up!”
Izuku bolted down the hallway, but when he rounded the corner there was no one else there. He kept searching nearby classrooms in vain, sure this couldn’t be a coincidence.
Aizawa had told him and Mirio not even a few days ago that Eri had finally shared who Y/N was, and why she wanted to find her. She’d been the first person to try and save her, but they’d both been caught every time. Eri wanted to thank her for all of her attempts. She’d even made her a card already, with a picture of the two of them. Aizawa had shown it to them, and although it was the drawing of a little kid, the UA uniform was unmistakable. Aizawa said he’d search for a Y/N in the school records that weekend. It was Friday today, which meant he hadn’t yet.
“Midoriya?”
Izuku whirled around, mid inspection of an empty classroom.
“Shinso-kun!”
He quickly explained he was searching for someone named Y/N, and if there was anyone with that name in the general studies program.
“Oh, Y/N. I was about to go borrow their notes. I can take you to them.”
But the bell rings just as Izuku begins to practically glow in thanks. He thanks Shinso for his help, telling him he’ll meet Y/N soon, and hurries back to class, suddenly desperate for the end of the day so he can find Aizawa and ask him about the Y/N search.
But Mirio found him first, right after classes are over for the week.
“Aizawa says he might’ve found Y/N! I’ll come get you tomorrow, he’s taking Eri to meet her in the staff room. She’s taken a liking to it, she’ll feel safe there.”
Izuku could barely sleep that night. He was so excited—both for Y/N, who’d feel so relieved at knowing Eri was safe, and for Eri, who was going to be able to thank Y/N. He finally fell asleep at around two in the morning, but not before going through at least five of his hero journals before he got sleepy.
Mirio kept his promise and showed up at the dorms just after breakfast, and Izuku hurried to clean off his dishes before leaving with him.
It felt odd to be on campus on a weekend, but every door Mirio opened for them was unlocked, probably thanks to Aizawa. Izuku unconsciously sped up, scared he’ll have missed the reunion. He’d become invested in this, determined to see Eri smile more as she learns how to be happy and interact more with others.
He found Eri sitting on the couch, looking nervous and staring intently down at the note in her lap. Izuku took the seat beside her after greeting her and Aizawa, starting a small conversation with her while Mirio and Aizawa conversed quietly before Mirio hurried out the door, probably to fetch Y/N. Aizawa sat himself down at the table and sipped his coffee quietly while Izuku talked with Eri. She relaxed after a few minutes, opening her note and sharing her drawing once more, her eyes shining with excitement.
“I’m back, and I’ve brought a friend!” Izuku whipped around at the same time Eri did.
Behind a grinning Mirio was a girl, who tentatively peeked around him, her eyes searching the room before landing briefly on Izuku, and then on Eri beside him.
He heard her sharp intake of breath and watched, transfixed for some reason, as she walked forward slowly toward Eri, who had got up from the couch and was walking toward Y/N slowly.
“For you,” Eri said, thrusting the note out in front of her. “To thank you.”
Y/N took it gently, as though scared Eri would suddenly bolt. She unfolded it and read it quietly, a smile growing on her face and tears starting to slide down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner,” she said, barely loud enough for Izuku to hear from his seat on the couch. Eri offered her a tissue from her pocket, and Y/N took it with a quiet thanks, wiping away her tears as Aizawa started to explain how Eri had ended up at UA.
Eri led Y/N over to where Izuku sat on the couch and she sat down in between them, beaming at them both as Aizawa talked. Y/N glanced at Izuku when he was mentioned in the story, smiling, which he brightly mirrored back to her.
“I’m glad someone was looking out for her,” Y/N said, looking at Izuku with shining eyes he found very hard to meet the gaze of without blushing. He could practically feel Mirio’s knowing smile from across the room where he sat at the long table with Aizawa, talking again now that the long story was over. Eri was busy showing Y/N her outfit and matching bows, and Y/N was complimenting them. Izuku wandered over to his teacher and upperclassmen.
“I’ll take Eri back soon,” Aizawa murmured. “Mirio, walk these two back to the dorms for me.”
“I can walk Y/N back,” Izuku blurted, almost surprising himself. Mirio’s smile returned, and Izuku rushed to finish. “That way Mirio-senpai can head back with Eri-chan, I know he was supposed to spend the day playing with her.”
“Fine by me,” Aizawa sighed, moving to wash his empty coffee mug in the sink. “Straight back to your dorm, Midoriya.”
“Yes, sir,” Izuku replied quickly, knowing the meaning behind the tone and knowing glare Aizawa sent him. No more spontaneous meetings with villains on campus alone.
After a tearful goodbye with promises to visit often, Izuku and Y/N parted ways from Eri and co, walking the opposite way towards the dorms. He was bursting with questions. Eri had only mentioned Y/N had tried to save her multiple times, but often Eri had only caught a glimpse from her across the street before she was taken back inside. What was Y/N’s quirk like? How had she found Eri the first time? Had she had to fight against Chisaki’s men? Why had she filed two police reports, as she’d briefly mentioned—
“This is my stop.”
Izuku stopped in front of the dorm building, where a giant 1-C Alliance sign adorned the entrance above. Y/N smiled at him, moving to enter her dorm building. “Thanks for walking me. Shinso had mentioned you were looking for me, but we both had no idea why. I would’ve never imagined Eri was involved.”
Izuku could only nod, his voice caught in his throat. He hated the way he froze up around attractive people. He resisted the urge to sprint away from Y/N in the hopes of hiding his blush but fought against the instinct. “I heard someone call your name during lunch, and I remembered how Eri-chan had been asking for a Y/N. It’s very nice finally meeting you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Y/N had stopped moving towards the dorm entrance, turning to face Izuku again. “I watched you at the sports festival. Has… Has your quirk always been like that?” Izuku didn’t miss the hesitation in her voice, or the way she subconsciously moved to rub at her wrists, which were wrapped in bandages.
“It’s much better now, I’ve been getting the hang of it!” Izuku reassured her brightly. “It just took some getting used to.”
“I can understand that,” Y/N replied, laughing quietly. “Mine is a bit like that, lately. I think I’ve just been over exerting myself.”
“Ah, your wrists?” Izuku asked, pointing at her hands. “I can offer you pointers! If you’d like, that is. I’m not sure how helpful I’d be, but I love learning about different quirks, and I know about a lot, so I think I’d know something to help you out somehow!” He quickly shut himself up, realizing in horror he’d been rambling.
But Y/N is looking at him with that same look in their eye as before, after hearing how he’d been involved in Eri’s rescue. “Would you? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You’re not a bother!” Izuku hurriedly said. “Does tomorrow work for you, in the afternoon? I know a spot behind the 1-A dorms that’s perfect for sparring and quirk usage.”
“No problem! I’ll come get you after lunch tomorrow!” He waved goodbye, waiting for Y/N to walk inside before jogging back to the 1-A dorms, feeling beyond giddy with himself.
Y/N’s quirk, Izuku quickly decides, is beyond cool. He’s already filled almost two pages with information about it, complete with a sketch of Y/N mid-swing with her webs.
Her main issue is her wrists, she tells him. At first she was fine, but after using her quirk more often, she’s started to feel the strain, and sometimes her skin would crack and bleed. Similar to Sero and his quirk repercussions, Izuku thought to himself.
Izuku does his best to help her, telling her all he can on how to treat her injuries after over exertion, something he is very knowledgeable in, and after seeing her in action for a while, he copies her moves (minus the webs). It’s similar to how he’s adjusted to flying through the air, but Y/N has the added momentum thanks to her webs, and thus uses more of her strength to change directions or stop.
Together, lying on the grass, they write out a workout routine for her while consulting online resources. Shoulder to shoulder on the grass, Izuku forgets about his nerves as he scribbles in his notebook, talking ambiably with an equally enthusiastic Y/N.
After they work out the plan, Y/N offered to show him her “spidey-senses.” Izuku is excited to see them in action and before he knows it they’re sparring. Y/N’s reactions are instantaneous, moving right as Izuku swings to tap her. He only landed a tap once, when she’s laughing at the determined set of his eyebrows and too distracted to doge properly.
They both tire themselves out and lay back down on the grass, panting.
“Hey, Midoriya.”
“Hm?” Izuku hums from his place beside her, still catching his breath.
“I wanted to be a hero. That’s why I applied to UA. But I wasn’t ready for the hero course, so I went with general studies.” Izuku turned his head to look at her. She was staring up at the sky, twiddling her fingers resting on her stomach. “But after meeting Eri, and you, I think I’m going to work for it. With all I’ve got. I’d be happy just working as a nobody in a hero agency if it means I get to help people.”
Izuku resisted the urge to start crying. “I believe in you, Y/N. And so does Eri-chan.”
He yelped when he felt her slap his arm gently. He turned to see her covering her face with her hands.
“Gonna make me cry again,” she mumbled from beneath her hands. Izuku laughed, rolling away from her when she reached out to smack him again.
Their training sessions become a weekly tradition. Every weekend they meet behind the 1-A dorms and stay there for an hour. Mainly they spar together, making a game out of how many times they manage to touch each other. After they get tired they lay in the grass, pointing clouds out to one another and talking about their weeks. Y/N’s been sticking to the workout routine Izuku helped her make, and she tells him it’s been a great help. He notices the difference in her moves, how she doesn’t hesitate as much anymore, trusts herself to listen to her instincts.
After a particularly tiring session, wherein Izuku won, Y/N plopped herself onto the ground, laughing to herself. Izuku sat beside her, stealing glances at her since her eyes were closed and there was no one around to tease him about it. She looked so at peace whenever they finished training, despite the sweat sticking to her forehead and the heavy breaths that escaped her lips.
“Hey, Midoriya.”
“Yeah?” He hurried to glance elsewhere, up at the clouds.
“I’ve never told anyone this,” she paused before continuing, “but I was born quirkless.”
He almost gave himself whiplash as he turned to face her. Her eyes were still closed, but he knows she could still feel his movements despite her sense of vision being obstructed.
“I got my quirk a month before school started, after a spider bit me. It was so scary to figure out alone. You’ve helped me alot.” She smiled at that, reaching over to pat his hand lightly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, almost automatically. His brain was still processing what she’d said.
“You’re like me, aren’t you?” He froze, his body going rigid in shock.
“It’s okay if you can’t tell me,” Y/N said, eyes still closed. “It’s just nice to know I’m not alone.”
Izuku didn’t trust himself to say anything. He reached out to take her hand, intertwining their fingers. Y/N’s smile returned, and she squeezed his hand lightly.
“I’m glad I found you,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.
“I’m glad I found you,” he echoed, moving to lay down beside her to look up at the clouds. He was careful not to let go of her hand.
“Sorry to come by so late.” Y/N bleary looked at him, fighting back a yawn with one hand and rubbing at their eyes with the other. Izuku was in his usual All Might pajamas, and still in his All Might slippers despite how cold out it was that night. And with no socks on either.
Y/N pointed at his foot as if they were actually speaking out loud, but Izuku understood. He laughed breathily, his breath visible in the cold. “I just needed to see you. I had a bad dream.” Normally Y/N would be one to tease him for such behavior, especially after Izuku had shared a nightmare of him turning into a broccoli stem, but Y/N knew his dreams could get serious.
“Come inside.” Y/N quickly ushered him in, shivering at the cold and at the brief contact they had with Izuku cold arm as he walked inside. “Lets warm you up. Come on.” Izuku followed Y/N wordlessly down the hall to their room. Unfortunately this was a routine they both found themselves doing monthly, when Izuku’s nightmares worsened to the point where he felt as though he had to leave the comforts of his room and talk with someone else.
Y/N was lucky to have a larger than necessary mattress—perfect for sleepovers and sleeping like a starfish. They quickly snuggled under the covers and lifted up the blanket, letting Izuku settle in beside them. His arm pressed against theres, and Y/N instinctively reached over to rub their hands up and down his arm in a vain attempt to heat it up. Izuku sighed at the warmth of Y/N’s blankets and their touch, his eyes already drooping with sleep.
“Just being with you helps,” he mumbled as Y/N took his hand and moved around to get comfortable. Y/N smiled sadly, squeezing his hand gently. “Get some sleep, Izuku.”
warnings: sexual themes & explicit sexual content, rich people college, explicit language, toxic wealth, angst, abstinence, aged up characters
genre:nsfw, angst, fluff, no quirk au, kinda slow burn, porn w plot
synopsis: old money comes with old traditions, and one of the most prominent ones for the young men at azabu university is the ‘new year, new fuck’ competition, where alumni’s children see who can sleep with a virgin first. it’s a rite of passage for the men, and a good ego boost for the winners. izuku and katsuki, however, are bored,and when they hear the dean has a daughter starting who is sworn to celibacy, they think the opportunity is too good to pass up.
disclaimer: this is loosely (very loosely) based off of the movie cruel intentions! this content is nsfw, minors dni.
note: i will also be posting this on ao3 (will link, account name izukult)
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.
specific tw: food/eating, chronic pain, anxiety. see masterpostfor genre + general tw.
notes: god i missed this fic
you sit on the edge of your bed – the one at yamada and aizawa’s house, not the one at your foster family’s house – and stare at the piece of paper in your hand. your phone is in your other hand, open to the contacts page. your favorites – your mentors and amanatsu-chan – hover at the top of the list. everyone else in your phone is either your foster parents or someone you’d done a school project with.
you don’t really want to call him – talking over the phone is just asking for a dry conversation that cannot be easily escaped. texting him is awkward but… less so. and not contacting him is worse, because if he gets in and so do you, you’ll have to see him every damn day, knowing you effectively ghosted him before you even talked.
you type midoriya’s number into a new contact and send a quick text.
you: hey, it’s [surname], from the exam
you plug your phone in to charge and lay down to take a nap, exhausted after the exam, when your phone buzzes on the floor next to your bed. your mattress is on the floor – it’s comfortable and you’re not going to fall very far out of it – so it’s easy to reach your phone. the screen glows with a text message. how the hell is he awake after getting nearly his entire body healed? shouldn’t he be practically comatose?
midoriya: oh hi!! this is midoriya!
so many exclamation points. anxiety. pleaser. you brush the unnecessary thoughts away and unlock your phone to open the message. several more pop up.
midoriya: you already knew that tho, sorry
midoriya: did you still want to tell me about your quirk?
midoriya: it’s okay if you don’t!!
jeez, he types as fast as he talks.
you: yeah, i can still tell you abt it
you: tomorrow work for you?
you pull the quilt further up to block the light coming from the window behind you. your head sinks into the pillow; your head hurts. the bright screen is making it worse. it feels like your brain is six feet outside of your skull, raw and exposed in the open air. your neck aches.
midoriya: yes! tomorrow is great! i live in musutafu, so if you do too, and if you want, we can meet up? i really don’t have anything to do while i wait for UA to release the results (;´・`)>
the kaomoji is cute. it makes the corner of your mouth twitch. the idea of seeing someone you don’t know well, however – that makes your skull nearly crack. you say yes anyway.
you: sure. i live in musutafu too
well, at least for the week while you wait for the results. no point heading back if you’re going to be attending school here. (not that you want to head back. being here is much easier.)
midoriya: great!! i’ll text you tomorrow about it ヽ(´▽｀)/
you turn on do not disturb and put your phone face down on the floor. your head fucking hurts, the bones in your fingers feel like they’re vibrating and grinding each other into dust, and you’re going to sleep. hopefully it’ll go away if you sleep.
—
aizawa is slumped over his bowl of rice and egg, but neither you nor yamada, presumably, is worried about him face-planting this morning – his grip on his chopsticks is good enough to indicate that he is, in fact, awake. yamada is eating at the speed of light in order to get to the radio station on time – not that he’s ever late in the first place.
you stare down at your bowl of tamago gohan. “hey, uh…”
yamada pauses and nods encouragingly, still stuffing rice into his mouth. aizawa turns imperceptibly towards you.
“do applicants get points for rescuing other applicants on the exam?”
aizawa is trying not to smile, or at least you assume he is, because he shoves his face down into the capture weapon he’s already wearing.
yamada looks blankly at you, chewing.
“yeah,” says aizawa, and shoves some rice into his mouth.
you go back to eating.
yamada chews faster and swallows in a hurry. “you’re not supposed to tell them that, shota!” he hisses, like it’ll do any good.
aizawa shrugs. “they already knew. illogical to lie to their face.”
“it’s not lying if i don’t say anything.”
“omitting information.”
“omitting information that they are not supposed to have!”
“omitting information,” aizawa says, firmer.
“and they say i’m the loudmouth?”
“cheap shot.”
“still scored.”
aizawa huffs – he’s not really annoyed – and turns to look at you. “why?”
“i saw someone at the exam only rescue people – they didn’t get any points from the robots.”
aizawa nods and eats some more rice. “they’ll be fine.”
yamada gets up to put his dish in the sink, “but don’t tell them that.”
“sure.” good thing you didn’t ghost him, then, since you’re probably going to end up in the same school.
your phone has a few texts waiting for you when you get back to your room after washing the dishes.
midoriya: i’m basically free all of today – we could meet at the takoba beach park?
you: okay – i can take the 4 pm train
midoriya: okay!! ill meet you at the station at 4:15?
you: see you then
you put your phone back down and crawl under the covers for another nap. your hands still feel like the bones in them might explode.
—
the train is mostly empty, so you sit in the back – you can see all of the doors from there – and put in one earbud. you leave your phone on do not disturb again, with only aizawa, yamada, amanatsu-chan, and midoriya’s notifications allowed. those are the only people you’ll need to talk to today.
the more rural and suburban areas of musutafu open up as you leave the city – more space, less places for people to hide, fewer people in the way. not quite as rural as your legal residence, though.
you can see him through the window of the train as it slows, waiting on the platform. he has his backpack on – which looks a little poorly proportioned on his broad frame – and a stupidly big smile. his expression actually hurts your stomach a little bit.
the doors slide open and you step off.
“hi!” he waves and you raise your hand in response, then shove it into your pocket.
“hi, midoriya.”
he looks at you, and you want to look away. neither of you speak, and neither of you look away.
“midoriya, the beach? how do we get there?” you prompt, finally ripping your gaze away, the silence too aggravating for you.
“right, right, yeah, uh, just follow me? i’ve been going there since i was a little kid and i spent a lot time there this summer so i know the way really well!”
you walk beside him. “i have one question, before you start asking me things.”
he nods way too quickly.
“actually, two. one – why do you want to know so much about my quirk? two – did you score any points on the exam yesterday?” you fix your gaze ahead, but you’re still watching for his reaction, which will hopefully be unguarded, since you’re not looking directly at him.
midoriya chews on his lip and walks a little faster. “for the first one, it’s because i find quirks really interesting! i’ve been analyzing them since i was a kid because i wanted to be a hero, and i really liked watching the fights and the news clips and, and, ah, i uh, didn’t get any points. no.”
“did you apply to the support department as well? they’d probably like to have a quirk analyst.”
“no, i didn’t. i really wanted to be in the hero course…” he tangles his fingers in his hair. “it probably sounds ridiculous. but i did really, really want to. i thought that maybe i’d have a chance.”
you hum. “maybe you still do.”
he whips around fast enough to break his neck, “what? but i didn’t– i didn’t get any points, i didn’t get any of the robots except that giant zero pointer that broke my arm! it would be stupid to keep hoping, you know? even if i passed or did well on the written exam…” he stops walking, looking at his feet. “even then, i need to accept that i won’t get in. i didn’t get any points on the practical, and i need to be realistic about it.”
you’re not sure if he’s telling you or himself, but a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, and you look at him from the corner of your eye. “but they never said admissions were based on points, so you still have a chance, right?” you leave out the part about rescue points.
midoriya laughs, bright and clear, sudden, and it burns like chlorinated pool water in your sinuses. he claps a hand over his mouth and then drags it down his face like he doesn’t know what to do with himself – he probably doesn’t. there’s a long silence as you start walking again, and he jogs to catch up.
you’re in step again when he almost trips over one of his feet in a sudden fit of excitement, apparently done processing (mumbling) and ready to launch into a rant.
“i might have a chance, i, i might actually have a chance. i can’t believe it, how did i miss that? that makes so much sense, though, because they just said we could gain points, not that it actually mattered how many you got… oh my god–”
“we’re here, midoriya.”
the waves, crystal blue, lap gently at the beach. it’s the afternoon, but the beach is relatively empty and calm, not crowded with people. or crowded with the piles of garbage that had washed up there. “this is much cleaner than i remember it being.”
just like last time, he follows your conversation jump without issue. “yeah i, i kind of spent the whole summer cleaning it?”
“nice. i’m sure the whole community appreciates it.” you have to actively work to make sure it doesn’t come out flat. you’re not entirely sure it works. you really do mean it, you think.
the compliment or the tone must set off some kind of alarm in his head, because he’s immediately waving it off. “no, no, no one knows i cleaned the beach! it was a personal project and it’s – oh no, now you think i picked this spot to brag about cleaning the bea–”
you kick some sand at his shoe, hands still in your pockets. “midoriya. i don’t think that. it’s fine.”
“really?” you’re quiet, and he slowly un-pretzels his arms from around his head. “oh, uh. okay. good!” he nods to himself. his smile slowly comes back until it feels like the sun is blazing full force in your face, bright enough to make you look away at a bench that happens to be to your right. it’s in the ocean grass right before the sand begins.
“we could sit over there?”
midoriya nods again and you sit down on the bench, one knee pulled to your chest. he sits next to you, cross legged, shoes on the bench, and pulls out a notebook and pen. the sun glows marigold on the white pages.
he scribbles your name down at the top and turns to you, “do you have a hero name yet?”
you rest your chin on your knee. “i haven’t picked one, no.”
he beams, and it feels like you’re in front of a solar flare. “that’s okay! i can help you come up with plenty later, if you want! or if you already have some ideas but you just don’t know which one to pick, i could help you with that too.”
you wait a few seconds to see if he’s done talking – this rant isn’t an anxiety tangent, so no need to interrupt it. “sure.”
“so, can you just manipulate energy in your surroundings? or produce it? or store it? can you absorb any energy at all, no matter the form?”
he writes as you respond.
“it has to… i have to use my physical body as a conduit in order to manipulate it. i can’t change it without it passing through some part of me. and i can store that energy, and i’d assume every form, although i haven’t tried nuclear, and for safety’s sake i won’t try it.”
midoriya keeps scribbling, apparently unphased by the nuclear comment. he pauses and taps the pen against the page, humming. “but what about sound, or light,” he mutters, the tapping speeding up, probably keeping time with his thoughts. “you can’t really touch those forms…”
“yes you can.”
he stops tapping his pen, blinking at you.
“if you can hear it or see it, you’re touching it, or more accurately, the energy is touching you. same thing with heat – if i can feel the heat from a fire, i’m touching the edge of that energy source, which means i have access to the whole thing.” this is starting to feel oddly like a quirk counseling or training session.
“is there a limit? to the amount of power you can hold? do you have to release it? what happens if your quirk gets canceled or you turn it off while holding energy – wait, wait, can you even turn your quirk off? does it work that way? what about turning off the absorption and the storage separately? can you do that?” he’s practically vibrating, pen blurring in his hand as he switches between writing and tapping the pen on the page.
you wish you’d brought a notebook, just to keep track of all of the questions. you grab at them, trying to keep them all centered in your mind until you can get through all of them. you lunge for the topic in general instead. “yeah, i can hold onto it – the more energy there is, the harder it is to hold onto. like dropping soap in the shower. if my quirk is cancelled, the energy dissipates. so far that’s been harmless.”
you have no idea how he can keep writing without looking at the page. he’s looking at you instead, beaming.
“and what about turning your quirk off? can you?”
“yeah, but i prefer to leave it on and just… intentionally not absorb anything.”
he turns to you and you can feel the next question that’s coming – why? doesn’t that lead to symptoms of overuse? – so you reroute the conversation.
“i have some questions for you, midoriya.”
you can see the way he mentally stumbles, tripping over himself as the momentum of the conversation shifts in an unexpected direction. “you have questions for me? about me? me?”
what he means is what could there possibly be to ask about, to know about him. a terrible sense of familiarity curls in your gut, so you abruptly swerve away from the quirk questions. you won’t reduce him to that, even if that’s what he’s reduced himself to, or perhaps what he’s beenreduced to.
“why do you want to be a hero?”
“it’s been my dream since i was a kid. and recently it’s become someone else’s dream for me, too, so i can’t let that person down!” he clenches his fist and smiles like he’s facing something down. it’s a childish kind of joy, one that should look out of place on a soon-to-be-hero’s face, but he wears it well.
you cock your head, “but… why is it your dream? it just being a dream isn’t a reason.”
“it’s my goal to save people, both from villains and from the possibility of villains. i don’t want anyone to be worried about being a victim,” he says, simply.
you nod and rest your chin back on your knee. “who’s your favorite?”
“all might! he’s just… i want to be unbeatable like that, so that way no one has to worry, so that people will see me and think ‘i’m safe now.’ i want to make people happy and safe, and he does that really well!”
he beams at you in the afternoon sun. “what about you?”
“my favorite?” you pull your other leg up onto the bench and turn to face him, mirroring his cross-legged position.
“yeah, your favorite!” he’s still holding his notebook and pen, but he’s not tapping or writing anymore. just waiting for you to answer, focused.
a smile cracks across your face, barely unrestrained. “eraserhead, present mic. but gang orca, fat gum, ingenium, joke, and midnight are close behind.” they’re all great to hang around. sakamata-san sucks at monopoly, though.
“they’re all really cool, yeah! have you met any of them? i was really lucky and got all might’s signature a few months ago.” he flips his notebook to a different page to show you.
“why am i not surprised that he signs in all caps?”
midoriya beams even brighter at that, laughs, and it stings a little less in your lungs than the first time. you have to force yourself to pick the conversation back up and not let it drop into the quiet white noise of the waves.
“yeah, i’ve met all of them, actually.” at yamada’s saturday game night. nemuri and emi are always there, and tensei used to bring kid’s games when i was small.
midoriya almost throws his notebook in his excitement, hands flying around again. “you met all of them? how?! they’re all so busy and their agencies are in completely different places! some of them don’t even do signings, so there’s no way you could have met them without either looking for them in their patrol areas or seeing them by chance, but that’s a lot of heroes to just see by–”
you reach out and take the pen out of his hand. his jaw snaps shut. he plays with the corner of one of the notebook’s pages, staring down at it instead of looking at you like he was before.
“sorry,” he says, quieter, slower. “i know that all the talking and mumbling to myself is annoying and creepy.”
you hand the pen back. “it’s not.” he looks like he gives himself whiplash from how fast he looks up.
“it’s not annoying,” you say it again, shrugging. “i just… i could explain it to you if you just ask. no need to wonder about it.”
he clutches at the pen with both hands, holding onto it tightly. he chews his lip again. “you’d answer? i know i’m asking a lot of questions. i don’t want to be a bother!” he lets go of the pen with one hand so he can wave rather frantically.
“if you were being a bother, you would know.”
midoriya’s smile comes back, not full force, wobbly and nervous, mercury knocked slightly out of orbit, bright and unsteady. he shuffles so that he can sit facing you. “so… then how did you meet them?”
you twist the truth as it rolls off your tongue. “one of them is my mentor.” two. “i met the other pros through them.”
he looks so incredibly excited that you worry all that energy will tear his body apart. “oh i have a mentor too! i can’t tell you who it is, so you don’t have to tell me who yours is, that would be unfair. do you think everyone at UA has a mentor? is it common?”
“i don’t think so, at least not for first years.”
midoriya slumps back against the arm of the bench. “oh, that’s a relief! at least i have a little less catching up to do, then.” he sits up fast enough that he almost falls off the bench. “i don’t mean that i’m ahead of everyone! i did not mean to come across that way, i just meant, uh.”
“you meant the gap you’re trying to cross is smaller than you thought it was for a second.”
he nods and relaxes again. you study him for a few seconds.
“you’ll catch up,” you say. he will.
midoriya looks at you like there are stars in his eyes, shining, glossy, probably because he’s tearing up. “i hope you’re right. there’s a lot riding on you being right.”
“i’m always right.”
he laughs. this time it doesn’t sting at all. “i hope you’re right about that, too.”
“you’re always hopeful, it seems.”
“i try.”
that makes you laugh through your nose. he glances at you when you do, and you see his smile melt into something soft, thoughtful. hopeful.
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specific tw: canon-typical violence, bullying, and injury (midoriya breaking his bones), brief mention of uraraka throwing up in line with canon, bakugo does call reader a bitch just in case anyone has some gender issues w that. see masterpost for genre + genre tw.
notes: bakugo is a bully here, but fear not i will be doing my best to do him justice in this series.
the UA lecture hall looms in front of you, and you’re not going inside of it. not because you’re avoiding the written exam, or because you want to stay out here with all of the other people – loud, chattering, grating on your ears. no. you’re out here because it’s sunny and warm, and, both fortunately and unfortunately, loud. this is the best place to charge your quirk for the physical exam.
you watch the other students arrive as you bask in the heat and light and noise, observing the ways they walk and talk and approach each other: ankle injury, probably acts rashly, touching her hair to calm herself down; nervous, shy, doesn’t like his smile. easy to figure out. you move on to observing the next group of students – might as well, there’s nothing else to do while you wait.
a blonde man with spiky hair walks through the gate, scowling, hands shoved in his pockets. you watch as he zeroes in on another man – solidly built, with green hair and a curled-in sort of posture – standing by himself near the steps, about ten feet away. you want to say they’re friends, but that doesn’t seem right, with the way the first guy is practically stomping toward the other one. maybe not friends, but they definitely know each other.
the blonde grabs the other boy by a backpack strap and yanks him forward, “what are you doing here, nerd? trying to one-up me, hah?”
yeah, they definitely know each other, and they definitely aren’t friends.
the guy with green hair is shaking and trying to push the other man’s hand off of his bag. “i’m just here to take the exam, i have the right to apply, kacchan–”
“and do what? cheat to get in? you’re not good enough to get in, so what’s the point in trying, deku?”
fuck it.
you’re over there in a flash; the sunlight and conserving your quirk for the past few days has made it easy to use bursts of kinetic energy like that.
the blonde man – angry guy, you decide – sees you approach and whirls around, still gripping the other guy by the strap of his backpack. “fuck off, extra. this is between me and deku.”
you blink at him. “no.”
the nervous guy – deku – starts scrambling to get out of the angry guy’s grip, and the blonde’s hand starts popping with what look like small explosions. he looks like he’s about to start some kind of tirade, so you cut him off.
“look, i don’t know who either of you are, or what you,” you jab a finger at angry guy, “think you’re doing, but you shouldn’t be getting in people’s heads before the exam. it’s underhanded and nasty to undermine someone’s performance like that.”
deku, green hair, whatever his name is, is whipping his head back and forth between the two of you, looking like a deer in the headlights of two oncoming cars, not knowing which direction to run. “uhhh–”
angry guy snarls. “i am bakugo katsuki, and this is deku, and you’re a nosey bitch that i’m going to turn into a stain on the ground.”
you grab him by the shirt and suck the heat and noise and light right out of his palms. “no,” you hiss, “i’m the nosey bitch that you don’t want to mess with. leave, or i report you and you don’t get to take the exam.” you pry his hand off of deku’s backpack and shove angry guy away. “get.”
he stumbles back, switching between glaring at you and his smoking palms, which he shoves back into his pockets. he’s hiding his hands; unnerved, then. “fine. i’ll see you after, deku, when they’re not around to get in the way,” he throws another scowl over his shoulder and stalks off, into the exam hall.
you turn back to deku, who is staring after the other boy, stunned. “are you okay?” it comes out so stiff that you can hear your parents telling you to talk nicer.
he shakes his head and looks back at you. he still looks dazed, eyes flitting around your face, swallowing nervously. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine. mhm. just fine. totally.”
“do you want me to report him? i know the proctor, and he’ll kick that guy out for bullying.”
he shakes his head even harder, taking a step back and waving his hands in a frenzy of activity, flushed, “no! no, you don’t need to report him, i promise he doesn’t mean anything by it, kacchan has been my friend my whole life, he just shows it a little differently, you really don’t need to report him – he needs to take this exam, he’s perfect for the hero course, really. yeah. i promise, you don’t need to report him.”
you look him over, eyes narrowed, skeptical. “mhm.” he looks like he’s going to combust. you switch directions before you have to deal with even more awkwardness, “i’m [surname] [first name].”
he visibly relaxes. clearly he’s glad to have moved on from potentially reporting his ‘childhood friend.’ “midoriya izuku, and it’s great to meet you!”
midoriya’s smile is so bright that you wonder if you could use it to fuel your quirk. the thought makes you smile, just a little. “yeah, good to meet you too.”
you stand there and watch him fidget. the conversation might be dry and awkward as hell, but nothing gets people to talk like silence, and he keeps looking like he’s going to reach for something in his bag.
“can i…” he chews his lip, then brightens, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “can i ask some questions? about what you did to kacchan’s quirk?”
your smile almost drops, but you keep it up. he can use this information against you, if the exam is structured that way. he doesn’t look like the type, but… it’s not smart to share that type of thing. you don’t owe him anything – you just saved his ass, and his friend’s ass by way of not reporting him; if anyone owes anyone, he owes you. and you’d really prefer not to discuss this, anyways.
midoriya is almost vibrating with excitement. he gets a notebook and pen out so fast that he almost drops them. the look on his face is so hopeful, bright; it makes it hard to say no.
“fine.”
“so, you extinguished his explosions, right?”
you nod.
“did you deactivate his quirk? can you put fires out? is it an oxygen manipulation quirk? or a chemical reaction manipulation quirk? maybe you’re planning to work with water hose as a rescue hero?”
the variety of guesses, the possibilities, they make your head buzz, so much to think about. you file those away for later, when you can look them over in detail. “no deactivation, yes i can put fires out, no oxygen manipulation, and it doesn’t work too well for being a rescue hero.”
midoriya scribbles frantically, smile splitting his face, glancing up at you and nodding in between notes. after a while he stops and cocks his head. probably waiting for you to explain. you could toy with him and make him guess, which is what you usually did to people at school. but he just wants to know for the sake of knowing. that much is obvious, just from the pure excitement he’s exhibiting over basic questions. it’s stupid to do this, you remind yourself, if the exam pits us against each other, he’ll be fully capable of taking me down – or at least of planning to take me down. it’s stupid – but he looks so happy, and you may not be in the same exam section, so you do it anyway. you give, just the tiniest bit.
“it’s energy manipulation.” i won’t answer any more questions after this.
“i have so many questions– can you–”
present mic yells from inside the hall – the presentation on the written exam is about to start. the other students start to make their way inside.
his face falls – god, he wears everything on his sleeve, doesn’t he – and it makes your chest tighten. weird.
“i can explain after the exam, if you want.” it makes the weird chest feeling go away, at least.
just like that, he’s beaming, pen flipping in his hands, writing something down before tearing the paper out of his notebook and handing it to you. “i’m not sure, uh, if there’ll be an opportunity to talk after the exam? so here’s my number?”
you take the paper. he freezes and abruptly goes bright red, obviously realizing something.
“oh my god i did not– i totally did not mean it like that i just wanted to talk to you about– i’m so sorry that was so rude i promise– i wasn’t– i uh–” he covers his face with his hands. “i cannot believe i just. oh my god.”
you just put the paper in the outside pocket of your bag. “i didn’t think you meant it that way, so it’s fine.”
“thank god,” he mumbles, still hiding behind his hands.
that’s not something you’re gonna try and read into. you point toward the hall. “midoriya, we should probably go inside. the exam information session is gonna start and i’d rather not miss it.” it sounds awkward, stiff, but it’s the best you can manage.
“right, right! crap!”
—
this is almost too easy, you think, downing robots with localized electromagnetic pulses. it’s quick work, and it doesn’t take too much energy. you didn’t even need your capture weapon for this – it just makes it easier to maneuver, but you would’ve been fine without it.
still, you are starting to run out of energy. you’d refused yamada’s offer to charge you by screaming positive statements at you – you were going to pass this exam without help, thank you very much – and as much as electricity was a great charging source, it really concerned your parents and your mentors when you used electrical outets. fire was, similarly, out of the question. the point is, sunlight only does so much, and your palms stung from all of those electromagnetic pulses, and you’d absolutely wiped the floor with the rest of the contestants – you stopped the twenty initial robots dead in their tracks with a giant pulse right off the bat. so yeah, your battery capacity is running a little low.
of course that’s when a giant, towering, zero point robot shows up. there’s a woman trapped under rubble left behind by one of the more destructive candidates, she’s struggling to push it off. energy thrums under your skin and you’re off like a shot, speeding toward her in a blur of kinetic energy and the robot is approaching and you’re almost there and–
and the energy runs out and you fall hard, still going some unholy speed, tumbling across the pavement with the force of your momentum like you’ve been thrown from a speeding car. you land in a heap next to the young woman. you sit up – completely fine, and slightly recharged from the impact – and start trying to dig her out from under the slabs of metal and concrete. you have to pump kinetic energy into your limbs and back to lift the rubble. your bones are starting to feel a little brittle.
“if i can touch it with my hands, i can float it away,” she says, jerking her chin towards the rubble on top of her. she seems remarkably calm, even if her jaw is clearly tense – from pain or fear or both, you’re not sure.
either way, you nod and focus on the chunk of concrete pinning one of her arms. the ground is shaking as the robot gets closer. you need to hurry.
a flash of green flies by. you keep pushing the rubble until she has a full range of motion, and she floats the rubble off of her.
there’s a terrible crunching noise – you look up. midoriya is falling from the sky. the robot is incapacitated. and you are out of energy again. you have maybe five seconds. your capture weapon can’t reach that high, and it has more than enough tensile strength to hold him, but you’d risk his momentum slamming him into the ground at such a short distance.
you turn to the woman next to you – thankfully she’s visibly unharmed, other than a few cuts and bruises. “hey, can you float people too?”
she nods, exhausted and draped over a floating piece of rubble, one that had been under her when she was trapped. you shove her and the rubble through the air, approximating where midoriya will land – she reaches out to grab him just before he hits the ground.
everything falls out of the air. you’re grateful your feet were out of the way of the cement chunk. she throws up over the side of it. you’re even more glad that you were out of the way.
midoriya is lying on the ground, limbs twisted at awful angles, miraculously alive and not passed out or dead. you sit next to him on the pavement, careful not to touch him, because frankly his arm looks like the bones have been liquified.
“i’ve got some questions about your quirk, dude, never mind mine,” you say, wondering why the absolutefuck someone with a bone breaking quirk would want to ask about yours, which was comparatively pretty straightforward.
“yeah, me too.” it’s strained, but either he can’t feel anything or he’s got an insanely high pain tolerance, because he should be passed the fuck out from using a quirk that intensely. for his sake, you hope his brain has decided to cut off all those pain signals.
“you can still talk? while your arm and legs look like they’ve gone through a meat grinder?”
he winces. “is it that bad?”
“worse.”
“hopefully recovery girl gets here soon.”
you wonder if you should even ask, but he seems like he’s willing to respond to most things. anything. “so you’re telling me… you didn’t know your quirk was going to do that to you?”
“yeah.” he goes along with the topic u-turn, like you’d predicted.
“you propelled yourself hundreds of feet in the air and punched a giant metal robot in the face, not knowing what your quirk would do?”
“otherwise both of you would’ve been crushed. i couldn’t just let that happen!”
“thanks, i guess? although, since you’re so interested in it,” you huff a laugh, “you ought to know that my quirk would’ve protected both of us. you kind of broke your bones for nothing.”
he’s quiet. you get the feeling he’d be putting his hands over his face again right about now, if his arm wasn’t pulverized.
“but i appreciate it. not letting people you’ve just met get crushed by a giant robot. and now we’re even, too.”
you watch a watery smile flicker across his face, but it’s not a grimace. he can’t feel his arm and legs, then, at least. the thought soothes you.
recovery girl arrives, and you stand up. she can take care of midoriya and gravity girl. “see you at UA.”
you hear him say something like, “but i didn’t score any points!” as you walk away. rescue heroes exist for a reason, midoriya. and there is no separate exam for them.
you can only hope you’re right.
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power, the touch of the gods, comes at a price. it’s something you pay for, willing or not, and it’s not a choice you get to make – it is either a blessing that guides your way, a burden you have to bear, or both. the issue isn’t that you’re powerless; the issue is that you’re powerful, and you’re not sure if you want to be, and more importantly – you’re not sure if you’re allowed to be anything else.
you’re splitting izuku’s soul apart at the seams, your mentors are worrying themselves to death, and you have no idea who, or what you are.
pairing:midoriya izuku x reader, ft. parental erasermic
genre:angst, hurt/comfort, found family, excessive lore and worldbuilding
all students begins this fic at age 18. UA is a university.
general warnings: violence, injuries, anxiety, chronic pain, generally unhealthy mindsets, cursing, food/eating, exercise/training. discussion of child abuse and human trafficking by villains. canon bullying, violence, etc.
ongoing!! this is a fun personal project for me, i will never abandon it, but it does not have a strict ending, i’m keeping it relatively open for my own enjoyment.
Plot: Deku has been threatened into telling his feelings. He’s very nervous and does something unexpected, then leaves.
Warning: Swear words.
Fic type: Fluff.
Length: Short.
Just a small scenario I had.
It’s been three weeks since, deku had been threatened into telling a certain girl his feelings. Obviously by one of his best friends, Uraraka, because everyone is sick of watching them pine after each other.
Everyone saw the way they looked at each other, acted, or getting flustered when the others around. It was cute, at first. It got annoying after a while since neither of them realized the others feelings. So they need a push.
“You have to tell her, deku. We all are sick of watching his oblivious you two are. So, here’s what going to happen. You have four weeks to tell her, or I will”
He has been panicking ever since, I mean how could he not? Telling the person your in love with, and being forced to? Not the best feeling in the world. So here he is now, sweating and shaking about to go up the the girl he liked. And oh, was she beautiful.
You stood packing your bag after class was over, thinking to yourself as most of your classmates left. All except for one you didn’t notice because he was behind you.
“Excuse me, y/n” deku stutters out as you turned around. As soon as you saw the green headed boy, heat raised to your cheeks, you could feel the slight burning.
“Oh, deku. What’s up?” Tilting your head in curiosity as you pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder. Deku turned redder then he was before and this caused you to get even more curious.
Deku looked to the side and it looked like he was frozen. “Deku?” You waved a hand in front of his face but got no response. You got closer to him and poked his cheeks hoping it would do something.
Well, it do. You tensed up and your eyes went wide as you felt something warm clash on your lips. Your eyes right in front of deku’s closed one’s as he kissed you, out of no where. Not like you didn’t like it, but what.the.fuck was happening.
Deku pulled away and pushed something into your chest, you held it close but it was only a reflex at the moment. You were frozen in place wondering what happened, why it happened, and how do you get him to do it again.
Deku ran out the classroom before you could say anything, like turning him down. While you finally snapped out of your frozen state, looking down at the thing in your hand.
It was a heart chocolate box with a note taped on top. You pulled the note off carefully, trying not to rip it, and opened it. Your eyes scanned the words, the words you’ve been waiting to here.
“Hey, it’s Izuku. I don’t know how I will give this to you but if your reading this then I have, somehow. I’m going to come out and just say it but please don’t feel free to return what I say. Y/n, your the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I want to tell you every day just how much you mean to me. I want to make you happy like you deserve. I’m in love you. From the small things you do, to the over the top amazing things about you. Will you go out with me? -Deku.”
Summary: When reader tries to leave the apartment a little too early, Deku gets a feeling that things are amiss.
Warnings: Angst/Comfort | Family Drama | Emotional-Verbal Abuse | Isolation | Depressing themes
Author’s Note: Probably a bit much….oh, well.
Word Count: 2100
“Y/N…is something wrong?”
You almost made it out the door. The twisted handle had already clicked and it would’ve been so easy to step outside of the apartment and avoid the conversation. There was a hammering in your chest that you weren’t entirely certain your boyfriend couldn’t hear. You didn’t want to make him worry so you schooled your face into a neutral position before turning toward him.
“I’m fine, promise!” You curved the corners of your lips, praying to God he’d buy your smile.
Izuku looked up at you from where he reclined on the sweetheart sofa he’d bought shortly after receiving his #1 Pro hero bonus check last year. He closed the All Might comic he’d been reading and set it on the coffee table. “I’m glad you’re ok, but I’m a little sad. I finally have time off from patrol and you’re already heading out the door. I hope the katsudon I cooked wasn’t thatawful.”
“No, no that’s not it. You know I love your cooking! ..I’m sorry, I-.” Your fingers slipped from the handle as you bit your lip. “I didn’t mean to avoid you but some stuff happened at home that I need to…take care of.”
“I see.” Izuku’s brows furrowed but he didn’t protest. “One last kiss before you go?”
Your feet moved on autopilot to the center of the living room where he sat, socks scuffing the carpet before your knees brushed against his. He offered two scarred hands to rest yours within as he sat up. You didn’t have to bend too far, he met you half-way as he captured your plush lips with his own.
The kiss spoke of gentleness and understanding.
He tasted like love.
The way his thumbs brushed against the backs of your palms made you hesitant to part from him, but whether you wanted to or not, you couldn’t run away from your problems.
You had to go home.
You didn’t want to become a burden.
Sure he was a hero. but not everyone could be saved.
Sometimes you had to slay your own dragons.
You broke the kiss, ready to make your departure with one last reassuring squeeze of his hands. “I’ll text you when I make it ho-.”
A high-pitched squeal escaped your mouth as Izuku gripped your hands and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped is arms around your waist as he reclined into the cushions once again. You were trapped in his embrace and -considering the angle at which he held you- gravity was not on your side.
“Izuku! I really have to go-”
“Your lips were trembling.” It was an astute observation. A matter-of-fact statement he breathed into your hair causing you to freeze. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I…I-” You didn’t know where to start. You felt like you were on the peripheral of everything. Sidelined as you watched your life spiral beyond control.
You tried to hold back your emotions. It wouldn’t be fair to dump a bucket of angst all over his day off. If you paused a bit longer before you spoke, you might be able to keep your voice from cracking. He couldn’t read your expression if you buried your face into his chest, so you indulged yourself in his earthy scent while you tried to calm yourself.
“It’s ok.” He stroked your hair and rubbed your back as he patiently waited for you to open up. “You’re very dear to me Y/N. I want you to know… no matter what happens out there, you’ll always have a safe place with me.”
You hiccuped before you could catch yourself.
The seal was broken.
You went limp, your soft body meddling against his strong build as a subtle wetness slid down your cheek. Quiet sniffles led to sobs and Izuku holding you tighter against his chest.
“Shhh, it’s ok.” He whispered. He strummed his fingers against your arm and back. “You’re safe with me.”
You laid like that until you gathered enough strength to grip his tear-dampened shirt and look up at him. “My aunt spread rumors about me again.”
“Oh.” Izuku frowned. “Thataunt.”
“Yea.” You sniffed. “I’m trying fix the situation but no one will listen to me.”
Izuku sighed.
You hated to unload on him. If you had a choice you would’ve spared him the drama. He was the #1 hero surely he had more important things to worry about than your family drama. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to worry you about something so frivolous like-”
“It’s not frivolous if it has you this upset.” Izuku paused for a moment. You could see the wheels turning in his head before he spoke carefully. “Is there anything else that has you worried?”
You made a hard swallow.
Bingo.
Recognition etched onto his face, as he had hit the nail on the head.
“…my brother went ballistic over it.” You closed your eyes but the tears didn’t stop. “At first I was scared. I didn’t know anything was wrong until I was woken up by bangs on my window and him screaming at me. He didn’t hurt me, but… ”
As your voice trailed off, Izuku held his breath.
“I didn’t open the door. It felt like I was trapped in one of those villain horror movies. It was scary and.. I just don’t feel like it should have been that way. He came at me at 100% over something my aunt said… while she couldn’t even be bothered to talk to me at all.”
You wiped your eyes and continued. “I’ve always had to go after her to make sure things are ok but…she hardly gives me the time of day. She’s never really wanted to talk to me but that doesn’t stop her from talking to everyone else about me.”
“She’s an idiot.
You gave him a wry smile. "Yes, an idiot who has managed to destroy my relationship with my brother and convince everyone else that I’m a liar…It just sucks because I was never really able to build close relationships with my family. Everyone lived in Musutafu but my dad’s job moved overseas so I grew up abroad. I only got to see the rest of our family once a year. All my cousins, aunts, and uncles are so close to each other…and then there’s me. I thought that moving here after school might give me a chance to get to know them better but it feels like there’s a wall between me and them… and I think there always will be.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I can’t change what they think of me, but I won’t back down from what I know is true.. ”
Izuku allowed your words to settle before he spoke. “You’re really breaking my heart, princess. It sounds like…your aunt pieced together her own version of you in her mind.”
“-No one else knows me well enough to tell the difference.” You sighed.
Izuku cupped your cheek so that you could stare into his eyes. “You’re not a villain. Let her keep that mythological character to herself. Don’t let it crawl its way in here.”
Izuku’s finger grazed over your heart as he continued. “And… your brother was wrong. My Dad left my mom and I here in Musutafu when I was younger, so I was always the man of the house. It was up to me to take care of my mother. If I had a sister… I would have taken care of her too. I couldn’t imagine doing anything that would make her feel like she couldn’t come to me for protection. Even if someone had said something crazy about her, I would have spoken to her so that I could get a full understanding the situation.”
You let your cheek rest over his heart as he spoke.
“The problem with rumors is, they tend to snowball.” There was a thoughtful pause before he continued. “Have you ever played the game ‘Telephone’?”
“Yes.” You knew the game. When you were in grade school, your homeroom teacher would set your classmates in a line and whisper something to whoever was at the front, who then passed the same information to the next person until the last person in line had been given the message. By the time the teacher asked what everyone had heard, there were multiple answers that were nothing a like.
“Good.” Izuku sounded pleased. “Then you know, rumors aren’t a reliable source information. We get tips at our Hero agency all the time but I can’t just run off, breaking into people’s homes and businesses without scrutinizing our sources. We also consider possible motives behind a message. Can you imagine how many innocent people could be hurt if we didn’t? Not to mention the lawsuits! ”
“Kaachan almost got wrapped into swatting prank. He pitched a fit when he wound up at a nursing home. Thank goodness he never skips on analyzing mission briefs. There were conflicting details in the report and he flagged the investigative team to vet their informant. Turned out, it was all a part of some elderly lovers’ spat that could’ve cost him his Hero license. Apparently an old lady wanted to scare the other, out of spite.”
“Yikes.” Of course, that made sense. Swatting attempts were far too common these days.
“Yeah, Kaachan was pissed. I had to hold him back from cussing her out.” Izuku sighed.“But that’s not my point. If there were anything that upset me, I’d talk to you about it and… I hope you’d do the same for me. We couldn’t cultivate our relationship if we didn’t speak. I wouldn’t go to Kaachan or Uraraka to complain. There’d be no point to it aside from hurting and alienating you. That’s not love. ”
You sighed against his chest.
“Y/n, are you still with me?”
You stayed quiet as you mulled over what he said.
“Y/N.” Izuku smoothed his thumb over your baby hairs. “Darling.”
He kissed your forehead.
“No, it isn’t love.” You responded weakly as your tears soaked his shirt. You were a mess. “Izuku… I don’t know what to hold onto any more. I keep wanting people who don’t want me. I always feel like I’m on the outside of everything in my life.”
You blinked when a few wet droplets landed on your forehead.
“I…don’t want you to feel that way. Seeing you like this breaks my heart. I’m sorry that you feel alone right now, but I need you to know that you aren’t.”
Izuku placed your hand over his chest, entwining his fingers with yours. “Even if you feel like its difficult to connect to others, it won’t always be that way. Even if it’s not your relatives, family goes beyond blood. If nothing else, you have a home with me. I want you to know that you are in my heart and, it may be selfish…but I don’t plan on letting you out anytime soon.”
Izuku hugged you tightly. “And if you feel too weak to hold on, even to me…I won’t let you go. I’ve gone through too much training, lived through too many things..loneliness, lies about myself, what I’m worth, or what I can obtain…”
You felt Izuku’s fist clench next to you.
He took a deep breath. “After all this time of exceeding my limits… I won’t let you slip away from me. If there’s a wall I need to break, that’s keeping you locked away, I’ll turn it to dust. Full Cowling or, even with my old quirkless hands..I don’t care what I have to do, or how many bones I’d need to break to make sure that you’re never alone again. If I let the person I loved feel unreachable…how could I call myself a Hero?”
“Izuku..”
“Now… I can’t change the way your aunt treats you. If she chooses not to speak to you, that’s her loss. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to know you if she’s not willing to make the effort. And the others… give it a little time to blow over then maybe you can try to reach out again. If you need support, I’m nothing but a text away, ok?”
“mhmm.”
“Don’t let other people’s version of you distort the way that you see yourself. Y/N, You’re not a bad person.”
You were really failing at hold back the tears. “Izuku..”
“Let me rephrase that.” He chuckled. “You are a loved person.”
The world was more than blurry with the tears brimming over your eyes. “I don’t really want to go.”
Summary: When reader tries to leave the apartment a little too early, Deku gets a feeling that things are amiss.
Warnings: Angst/Comfort | Family Drama | Emotional-Verbal Abuse | Isolation | Depressing themes
Author’s Note: Probably a bit much….oh, well.
Word Count: 2100
“Y/N…is something wrong?”
You almost made it out the door. The twisted handle had already clicked and it would’ve been so easy to step outside of the apartment and avoid the conversation. There was a hammering in your chest that you weren’t entirely certain your boyfriend couldn’t hear. You didn’t want to make him worry so you schooled your face into a neutral position before turning toward him.
“I’m fine, promise!” You curved the corners of your lips, praying to God he’d buy your smile.
Izuku looked up at you from where he reclined on the sweetheart sofa he’d bought shortly after receiving his #1 Pro hero bonus check last year. He closed the All Might comic he’d been reading and set it on the coffee table. “I’m glad you’re ok, but I’m a little sad. I finally have time off from patrol and you’re already heading out the door. I hope the katsudon I cooked wasn’t thatawful.”
“No, no that’s not it. You know I love your cooking! ..I’m sorry, I-.” Your fingers slipped from the handle as you bit your lip. “I didn’t mean to avoid you but some stuff happened at home that I need to…take care of.”
“I see.” Izuku’s brows furrowed but he didn’t protest. “One last kiss before you go?”
Your feet moved on autopilot to the center of the living room where he sat, socks scuffing the carpet before your knees brushed against his. He offered two scarred hands to rest yours within as he sat up. You didn’t have to bend too far, he met you half-way as he captured your plush lips with his own.
The kiss spoke of gentleness and understanding.
He tasted like love.
The way his thumbs brushed against the backs of your palms made you hesitant to part from him, but whether you wanted to or not, you couldn’t run away from your problems.
You had to go home.
You didn’t want to become a burden.
Sure he was a hero. but not everyone could be saved.
Sometimes you had to slay your own dragons.
You broke the kiss, ready to make your departure with one last reassuring squeeze of his hands. “I’ll text you when I make it ho-.”
A high-pitched squeal escaped your mouth as Izuku gripped your hands and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped is arms around your waist as he reclined into the cushions once again. You were trapped in his embrace and -considering the angle at which he held you- gravity was not on your side.
“Izuku! I really have to go-”
“Your lips were trembling.” It was an astute observation. A matter-of-fact statement he breathed into your hair causing you to freeze. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
“I…I-” You didn’t know where to start. You felt like you were on the peripheral of everything. Sidelined as you watched your life spiral beyond control.
You tried to hold back your emotions. It wouldn’t be fair to dump a bucket of angst all over his day off. If you paused a bit longer before you spoke, you might be able to keep your voice from cracking. He couldn’t read your expression if you buried your face into his chest, so you indulged yourself in his earthy scent while you tried to calm yourself.
“It’s ok.” He stroked your hair and rubbed your back as he patiently waited for you to open up. “You’re very dear to me Y/N. I want you to know… no matter what happens out there, you’ll always have a safe place with me.”
You hiccuped before you could catch yourself.
The seal was broken.
You went limp, your soft body meddling against his strong build as a subtle wetness slid down your cheek. Quiet sniffles led to sobs and Izuku holding you tighter against his chest.
“Shhh, it’s ok.” He whispered. He strummed his fingers against your arm and back. “You’re safe with me.”
You laid like that until you gathered enough strength to grip his tear-dampened shirt and look up at him. “My aunt spread rumors about me again.”
“Oh.” Izuku frowned. “Thataunt.”
“Yea.” You sniffed. “I’m trying fix the situation but no one will listen to me.”
Izuku sighed.
You hated to unload on him. If you had a choice you would’ve spared him the drama. He was the #1 hero surely he had more important things to worry about than your family drama. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to worry you about something so frivolous like-”
“It’s not frivolous if it has you this upset.” Izuku paused for a moment. You could see the wheels turning in his head before he spoke carefully. “Is there anything else that has you worried?”
You made a hard swallow.
Bingo.
Recognition etched onto his face, as he had hit the nail on the head.
“…my brother went ballistic over it.” You closed your eyes but the tears didn’t stop. “At first I was scared. I didn’t know anything was wrong until I was woken up by bangs on my window and him screaming at me. He didn’t hurt me, but… ”
As your voice trailed off, Izuku held his breath.
“I didn’t open the door. It felt like I was trapped in one of those villain horror movies. It was scary and.. I just don’t feel like it should have been that way. He came at me at 100% over something my aunt said… while she couldn’t even be bothered to talk to me at all.”
You wiped your eyes and continued. “I’ve always had to go after her to make sure things are ok but…she hardly gives me the time of day. She’s never really wanted to talk to me but that doesn’t stop her from talking to everyone else about me.”
“She’s an idiot.
You gave him a wry smile. "Yes, an idiot who has managed to destroy my relationship with my brother and convince everyone else that I’m a liar…It just sucks because I was never really able to build close relationships with my family. Everyone lived in Musutafu but my dad’s job moved overseas so I grew up abroad. I only got to see the rest of our family once a year. All my cousins, aunts, and uncles are so close to each other…and then there’s me. I thought that moving here after school might give me a chance to get to know them better but it feels like there’s a wall between me and them… and I think there always will be.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I can’t change what they think of me, but I won’t back down from what I know is true.. ”
Izuku allowed your words to settle before he spoke. “You’re really breaking my heart, princess. It sounds like…your aunt pieced together her own version of you in her mind.”
“-No one else knows me well enough to tell the difference.” You sighed.
Izuku cupped your cheek so that you could stare into his eyes. “You’re not a villain. Let her keep that mythological character to herself. Don’t let it crawl its way in here.”
Izuku’s finger grazed over your heart as he continued. “And… your brother was wrong. My Dad left my mom and I here in Musutafu when I was younger, so I was always the man of the house. It was up to me to take care of my mother. If I had a sister… I would have taken care of her too. I couldn’t imagine doing anything that would make her feel like she couldn’t come to me for protection. Even if someone had said something crazy about her, I would have spoken to her so that I could get a full understanding the situation.”
You let your cheek rest over his heart as he spoke.
“The problem with rumors is, they tend to snowball.” There was a thoughtful pause before he continued. “Have you ever played the game ‘Telephone’?”
“Yes.” You knew the game. When you were in grade school, your homeroom teacher would set your classmates in a line and whisper something to whoever was at the front, who then passed the same information to the next person until the last person in line had been given the message. By the time the teacher asked what everyone had heard, there were multiple answers that were nothing a like.
“Good.” Izuku sounded pleased. “Then you know, rumors aren’t a reliable source information. We get tips at our Hero agency all the time but I can’t just run off, breaking into people’s homes and businesses without scrutinizing our sources. We also consider possible motives behind a message. Can you imagine how many innocent people could be hurt if we didn’t? Not to mention the lawsuits! ”
“Kaachan almost got wrapped into swatting prank. He pitched a fit when he wound up at a nursing home. Thank goodness he never skips on analyzing mission briefs. There were conflicting details in the report and he flagged the investigative team to vet their informant. Turned out, it was all a part of some elderly lovers’ spat that could’ve cost him his Hero license. Apparently an old lady wanted to scare the other, out of spite.”
“Yikes.” Of course, that made sense. Swatting attempts were far too common these days.
“Yeah, Kaachan was pissed. I had to hold him back from cussing her out.” Izuku sighed.“But that’s not my point. If there were anything that upset me, I’d talk to you about it and… I hope you’d do the same for me. We couldn’t cultivate our relationship if we didn’t speak. I wouldn’t go to Kaachan or Uraraka to complain. There’d be no point to it aside from hurting and alienating you. That’s not love. ”
You sighed against his chest.
“Y/n, are you still with me?”
You stayed quiet as you mulled over what he said.
“Y/N.” Izuku smoothed his thumb over your baby hairs. “Darling.”
He kissed your forehead.
“No, it isn’t love.” You responded weakly as your tears soaked his shirt. You were a mess. “Izuku… I don’t know what to hold onto any more. I keep wanting people who don’t want me. I always feel like I’m on the outside of everything in my life.”
You blinked when a few wet droplets landed on your forehead.
“I…don’t want you to feel that way. Seeing you like this breaks my heart. I’m sorry that you feel alone right now, but I need you to know that you aren’t.”
Izuku placed your hand over his chest, entwining his fingers with yours. “Even if you feel like its difficult to connect to others, it won’t always be that way. Even if it’s not your relatives, family goes beyond blood. If nothing else, you have a home with me. I want you to know that you are in my heart and, it may be selfish…but I don’t plan on letting you out anytime soon.”
Izuku hugged you tightly. “And if you feel too weak to hold on, even to me…I won’t let you go. I’ve gone through too much training, lived through too many things..loneliness, lies about myself, what I’m worth, or what I can obtain…”
You felt Izuku’s fist clench next to you.
He took a deep breath. “After all this time of exceeding my limits… I won’t let you slip away from me. If there’s a wall I need to break, that’s keeping you locked away, I’ll turn it to dust. Full Cowling or, even with my old quirkless hands..I don’t care what I have to do, or how many bones I’d need to break to make sure that you’re never alone again. If I let the person I loved feel unreachable…how could I call myself a Hero?”
“Izuku..”
“Now… I can’t change the way your aunt treats you. If she chooses not to speak to you, that’s her loss. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to know you if she’s not willing to make the effort. And the others… give it a little time to blow over then maybe you can try to reach out again. If you need support, I’m nothing but a text away, ok?”
“mhmm.”
“Don’t let other people’s version of you distort the way that you see yourself. Y/N, You’re not a bad person.”
You were really failing at hold back the tears. “Izuku..”
“Let me rephrase that.” He chuckled. “You are a loved person.”
The world was more than blurry with the tears brimming over your eyes. “I don’t really want to go.”
Aizawa hadn’t come to the classroom yet so you were talking to Izuku about the new series you were watching when Mineta spoke:
“Hey Y / n, the Black Widow cosplay was hot,” she said getting everyone’s attention.
“I thought I had blocked your account” you replied with a frown.
“Do you cosplay?” the green-haired boy asked in surprise.
“I thought you already knew,” you said just as surprised.
❖ Weeks ago you had sent photos to Izuku with different All Might wigs. He thought you were just playing around, not that you bought the wigs to cosplay.
❖ After the revelation Izuku started stalking your Tik Tok account, he liked and left nice comments … he also reported every new account that Mineta became.
❖Do you want to cosplay Mystique or Starfire? Don’t worry, your precious boyfriend has no problem helping you with the painting.
❖ Don’t you know what cosplay to do? It’s okay! Izuku can tell you hundreds of hero names.
❖ Izuku has no problem helping you record although he sometimes can’t help but utter a “cute” or “cute” in the middle of the recording causing the two of you to blush.
❖ Your followers already know of the existence of your boyfriend thanks to that.
❖ You noticed that Izuku looked a lot at your All Might costumes and wigs so you suggested that they do a cosplay together.
❖ And that’s how they ended an All Might and Sir Nighteye cosplay… Because of you people began to ship the two heroes.
“Next time we can be Eraserhead and Present Mic,” you said already starting to look for their costumes online.
On the other hand, Izuku was panicking thinking how this could have angered his mentors. He was still safe because All Might nor Nighteye texted him.
“Are you crazy? Do you want Aizawa sensei to kick us out of class?”
“It’s just a cosplay” you pouted but still couldn’t get away with it.
Shoto Todoroki
❖ He found out from you, you told him … Of course, Shoto had no idea what cosplay was so you had to tell him to explain everything.
“Why do you do it?” asked your boyfriend “You don’t earn anything”
You didn’t take it the wrong way, you knew he was just curious.
“I’m just having fun”
❖Shoto doesn’t really care; he just likes everything even though he has no idea what character you’re in costume.
❖ Sometimes he helps you style your wigs. At first, he did it just because he wanted to spend time with you but then he ended up liking it, for some reason relaxes him.
❖After hearing Bakugo call Shoto “copy of Zuko” you couldn’t stop thinking about your boyfriend dressed as Zuko.
❖ One day you took courage and asked him to do a cosplay with you. You wanted him to be Zuko while you would be Katara.
“Shoto, I’d like you to cosplay with me,” you said in the middle of lunch “Just if you want, I don’t want you to feel obligated” you clarified quickly while moving your hands nervously.
“Okay” he replied taking your hands making you blush “Show me”
❖ And that’s how Shoto ended up watching Avatar with you.
❖ Taking advantage of the fact that Endeavor wanted to fix their relationship, Shoto used the old man’s card to buy the best quality costumes.
❖ You thought that Shoto was only going to want to take pictures so you were surprised when he saw that he was learning the dialogues of some scenes to be able to do tik toks.
“Why do you pause it all the time?” you asked confused.
“I’m writing the dialogues so I can learn it. I also want to see the expressions well. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Aww, Shooo!” you took his face in your hands and began to spread kisses everywhere “You are the best, I would never be ashamed of you” you smiled “Besides just taking pictures of us I’m fine”
❖In the end, they did both. And you two ended up trending on Tik Tok, you managed to increase your followers.
❖ Shoto ended up liking it so they made more videos of different scenes. Even some of the incorrect quotes and Q&A.
Bonus
Y / n: Momo, do you know that you are the person I love the most in the world?
Momo: What do you want?
Y / n: Can you create this costume for me? * you show him an Alice in Wonderland costume * Please!
Momo: Y / n, three days ago I made you a Belle costume.
Y / n: It’s not my fault I’m poor! * you pout *
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The sun was shining through your curtains making the rays light up the room, by a little, by little.
You hid underneath your fluffy big blanket glaring at the window. With the sun shining outside, it felt like it was mocking your misery. The black circles around your eyes made you look like a raccoon. You cover your head once again and see the trash can filled with used tissues and empty tissue boxes.
Last night, You couldn’t stop crying all night but you didn’t make noise so you wouldn’t have your mom more worried than she already was, because of the noise of you flipping your room upside down out of frustration and the overwhelming shame holds within your heart.
Your mother has too much on her plate to worry about and you wouldn’t want to add more onto it. You are gonna get through this by yourself. You shattered the mirror in your room out of anger of just looking at your reflection.
You had slammed your bedroom door closed and throwing your backpack onto the ground with a loud grunt. You turn around to make eye contact with your reflection seeing your eyes are puffy red, with a trail of tears down your cheek down to the chin. Your lip split open, because of the fangirls fight.
You could feel the heavyweights on your chest. It was almost suffering. You knew what it was.
Guilt.
You were incredibly stupid believing you would never fall in love with Midoriya.
You deserve it.
‘Who are you are?!’ You angrily thought to yourself as you glaring down at your reflection, as your eyes wander to the taped photobooth stripe of you and Midoriya smiling out of happiness.
You lost him, because of you being a coward of not telling him.
Lifting your fist, strive forward feeling the pain on your knuckles with the mirror splits through the glass. You remove your hand before the glass shatters into pieces as they fall upon the ground. You wave your hand to relieve the pain on your knuckles, as you can feel the bruise happening underneath your skin. You are starting to regret punching the mirror, it was out of impulse.
You just feel ashamed of yourself. This isn’t you for keeping secrets with the people you trust.
Now, you look down on your bandaged up hand that you put ice on it once everyone fell asleep.
You are the biggest idiot to even accept that rich kid who is well known for playing dirty. You should have known better than to make deal with that dude. You recall the switch of events that you didn’t expect at the time.
The brown-haired boy leaning against the wall of the classroom with a stupid smirk on his lips looking down at you with pride.
“You didn’t think I would have some leverage over your head, once you started earning feelings for that boy. Huh.” He snickers seeing your face expression harden.
“You can imagine how precious the information about the famous All might has a daughter for the underground who want to hurt your old man.”
Your eyes widened as your blood runs cold, while his grin grew with malicious intent.
“OH! How exciting! So keep up the act, peasant.” He claps his hands together, before walking past you to only abruptly stop and turn his head to your ear. “Or else, you will be hurting the ones you love. This should be considered a threat.”
You grab his arm and glared at his eyes, shoved the envelope into his U.A jacket chest pocket. “Keep the damn check, then. I rather pay the hospital bill with my own damn money and stay with debt.” You spit the words from your lips and walking away with your hands curling into a fist.
You remember that day so clearly when you wanted to back out, but that bastard threatens you to keep your mouth shut or risk it all in other words.
You still couldn’t figure out how did he manage to figure it out. The only people who know is your mother, and Midoriya family, which you highly doubt it was the case.
Perhaps it was when you were hanging with Class A too much, but it can’t be it. You mostly spent your time there to give other advice on how to improve your costumes and fixing minor errors on Midoriya’s new equipment that he was testing out.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Do you want some food or something? Mom is asking from downstairs.” Your little sister popping her head in your room, before her eyes widen at the horror of your so-called room.
The destruction of your room is horrifying to your sister due to the flipped table, chair, and papers mixed with blueprints laying on the ground.
You pop your head out a little to reveal your raccoon eyes. “No, thanks. Now get out!”
Your sister closes the door behind her with a slam, as a scream happens behind your closed door. “MOM! [NAME] IS GOING NUTS!”
You just rolled your eyes at your sister being dramatic and returning to your haven for the moment so you can cry and think about your horrible actions that lead you to be here. You are thankful that its the weekend, so you don’t have to step in the U.A Academy property until, the incoming week.
You just know you are gonna receive hell at school, which you deserve.
You just dig a hole and bury yourself inside of it.
The guilt and sadness are eating you alive.
You already felt guilty of lying to Midoriya of the reason why you asked him in the first place earlier the week.
You could have told him the truth, but no. You continued to lie.
Midoriya was laying on top of you as you were in your pajamas with his head laying on your chest and his arm was wrapped around you. You were running your fingers through his hair. Your nails scratching his scalp almost leading him to fall asleep.
It felt like a protective blanket whenever he wraps his arm around you. It is an unknown feeling.
A movie was behind played in the background from your laptop. It was completely being ignored.
A few actions figures of the famous number one Hero, All Might be knocked over on the ground. The two of you find yourselves locking lips. Midoriya was hovering you using one hand to keep his weight off you as best of possible while cupping your cheek. You had your arm around his neck to keep him from moving away. You were slightly pulling on his hair as your lips moved in sync with his.
However, your make-out session with your boyfriend was cut short due to surprise visits from his classmates. It was Ojirou came over knocking on his door to borrow his notes for something.
The moment when his door was being knocked softly, the memory would stay in your brain of the look of horror reaction. Similar to a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
He immediately fell out of the bed with more messy hair than usual with a stutter. “H-hold on an s-sec-ond.”
He had forgotten that he was coming over to his door to get the notes from class. He wipes off the extra saliva from his lips.
You stood up from the bed and hide behind the door when it opens. You weren’t supposed to be in his dorm and especially on the boy’s side. However, you have sneaked in so many times that it doesn’t worry you much. Midoriya would cover you if you accidentally make a noise when you are exiting the dorm building.
He hastily grabbed the notebook from his desk waiting for Oijirou to arrive and opens the door. Oijirou grabbing on his notebook and noticing how flustered Midoriya was. He couldn’t help but ask out of concern.
“Are you alright? Midoriya.”
You had to cover your mouth at how jumpy Midoriya is. He stutters over his words and tried to act not so suspicious which is failing miserably. It was just too hilarious to watch and hear how he was behaving. You don’t exactly know how the rest of the conversation went since you were too busy trying to stop yourself from laughing at the terrible acting of Midoriya put on. He was a terrible liar.
He closes the door and puts his back on the door leaning his head back, sighing in relief.
“You suck at acting.” You whispered to him and grabbing his hand, soon earning a small whine from him.
You pulled him over to the bed and pecking his cheek as an apology, before getting in position to cuddle. Your fingers running through his bushy green hair, as Midoriya had his eyes closed and listening to your heartbeat.
“[Nickname.]” You hum as response and trying to curl his hair around your finger.
“Why did you ask me out? When you could have asked anyone else, why me?” He asks softly, as he rolls over to the side and looks at you with his innocent dark green eyes.
You gulped nervously and turn on your side to make eye contact.
‘Should I tell him?’
You open your mouth as the words just flow out. “Izu. One, you are super passionate about being a hero and do not give up when obstacles come up. Two, You wouldn’t love your dorky self when it comes to heroes.” Your lips curl up into a smile, lifting your hand to boop his nose. Midoriya faces expression fill with pure surprise.
“Who wouldn’t fall for your charm of just being yourself, regardless of how they treat you, freckles.” You traced over his freckles in a pentagon shape, it was enough to make him glowing bright red.
He flips over to cover his face into the pillow, making you laugh at him being all shy and embarrassed. He was fuming smoke from his ear. You just hug him from behind to try to make up your teasing.
‘You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. Especially the way he was looking at you was filled with trust.’
You have to give him space for him to think about it. He deserves it. You had hurt him deeply and had seen how much it is affecting him.
But you have to pick yourself together and clean up the mess in your room before the week starts knowing it will be hell.
You gotta move forward for your good, and family even if you burden with the weight of guilt.
You could distract yourself by creating new blueprints of inventions for the incoming event where all of the support students show off their skills similar to the sports festival. Its the day where all kinds of heroes including firefighters to the police department are gonna be scouting out future employees for their companies.
You couldn’t use something that would you would need…. him. You had to do those ideas in the backburn of your head at the moment.
It would probably be hard to get someone to agree to be a model of your invention since it’s so late in the year along with rumors spreading around you. The chances are very low.
You would be known as terrible things which include the most you would be an excuse for being a gold digger.
But you have to make do.
You can’t continue to self-pitying yourself for the sake of your family not to worry about you.
You have to worry about what your potential future holds in your employment after graduating. Everything relies on your project for the Invention Event to hold your future. It has been something better of everything you had created so far to stand out from your classmates.
Slowly enough, Midoriya fades to the back of your mind. As you start drafting out ideas what could be your project.
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The sun was shining through your curtains making the rays light up the room, by a little, by little.
You hid underneath your fluffy big blanket glaring at the window. With the sun shining outside, it felt like it was mocking your misery. The black circles around your eyes made you look like a raccoon. You cover your head once again and see the trash can filled with used tissues and empty tissue boxes.
Last night, You couldn’t stop crying all night but you didn’t make noise so you wouldn’t have your mom more worried than she already was, because of the noise of you flipping your room upside down out of frustration and the overwhelming shame holds within your heart.
Your mother has too much on her plate to worry about and you wouldn’t want to add more onto it. You are gonna get through this by yourself. You shattered the mirror in your room out of anger of just looking at your reflection.
You had slammed your bedroom door closed and throwing your backpack onto the ground with a loud grunt. You turn around to make eye contact with your reflection seeing your eyes are puffy red, with a trail of tears down your cheek down to the chin. Your lip split open, because of the fangirls fight.
You could feel the heavyweights on your chest. It was almost suffering. You knew what it was.
Guilt.
You were incredibly stupid believing you would never fall in love with Midoriya.
You deserve it.
‘Who are you are?!’ You angrily thought to yourself as you glaring down at your reflection, as your eyes wander to the taped photobooth stripe of you and Midoriya smiling out of happiness.
You lost him, because of you being a coward of not telling him.
Lifting your fist, strive forward feeling the pain on your knuckles with the mirror splits through the glass. You remove your hand before the glass shatters into pieces as they fall upon the ground. You wave your hand to relieve the pain on your knuckles, as you can feel the bruise happening underneath your skin. You are starting to regret punching the mirror, it was out of impulse.
You just feel ashamed of yourself. This isn’t you for keeping secrets with the people you trust.
Now, you look down on your bandaged up hand that you put ice on it once everyone fell asleep.
You are the biggest idiot to even accept that rich kid who is well known for playing dirty. You should have known better than to make deal with that dude. You recall the switch of events that you didn’t expect at the time.
The brown-haired boy leaning against the wall of the classroom with a stupid smirk on his lips looking down at you with pride.
“You didn’t think I would have some leverage over your head, once you started earning feelings for that boy. Huh.” He snickers seeing your face expression harden.
“You can imagine how precious the information about the famous All might has a daughter for the underground who want to hurt your old man.”
Your eyes widened as your blood runs cold, while his grin grew with malicious intent.
“OH! How exciting! So keep up the act, peasant.” He claps his hands together, before walking past you to only abruptly stop and turn his head to your ear. “Or else, you will be hurting the ones you love. This should be considered a threat.”
You grab his arm and glared at his eyes, shoved the envelope into his U.A jacket chest pocket. “Keep the damn check, then. I rather pay the hospital bill with my own damn money and stay with debt.” You spit the words from your lips and walking away with your hands curling into a fist.
You remember that day so clearly when you wanted to back out, but that bastard threatens you to keep your mouth shut or risk it all in other words.
You still couldn’t figure out how did he manage to figure it out. The only people who know is your mother, and Midoriya family, which you highly doubt it was the case.
Perhaps it was when you were hanging with Class A too much, but it can’t be it. You mostly spent your time there to give other advice on how to improve your costumes and fixing minor errors on Midoriya’s new equipment that he was testing out.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Do you want some food or something? Mom is asking from downstairs.” Your little sister popping her head in your room, before her eyes widen at the horror of your so-called room.
The destruction of your room is horrifying to your sister due to the flipped table, chair, and papers mixed with blueprints laying on the ground.
You pop your head out a little to reveal your raccoon eyes. “No, thanks. Now get out!”
Your sister closes the door behind her with a slam, as a scream happens behind your closed door. “MOM! [NAME] IS GOING NUTS!”
You just rolled your eyes at your sister being dramatic and returning to your haven for the moment so you can cry and think about your horrible actions that lead you to be here. You are thankful that its the weekend, so you don’t have to step in the U.A Academy property until, the incoming week.
You just know you are gonna receive hell at school, which you deserve.
You just dig a hole and bury yourself inside of it.
The guilt and sadness are eating you alive.
You already felt guilty of lying to Midoriya of the reason why you asked him in the first place earlier the week.
You could have told him the truth, but no. You continued to lie.
Midoriya was laying on top of you as you were in your pajamas with his head laying on your chest and his arm was wrapped around you. You were running your fingers through his hair. Your nails scratching his scalp almost leading him to fall asleep.
It felt like a protective blanket whenever he wraps his arm around you. It is an unknown feeling.
A movie was behind played in the background from your laptop. It was completely being ignored.
A few actions figures of the famous number one Hero, All Might be knocked over on the ground. The two of you find yourselves locking lips. Midoriya was hovering you using one hand to keep his weight off you as best of possible while cupping your cheek. You had your arm around his neck to keep him from moving away. You were slightly pulling on his hair as your lips moved in sync with his.
However, your make-out session with your boyfriend was cut short due to surprise visits from his classmates. It was Ojirou came over knocking on his door to borrow his notes for something.
The moment when his door was being knocked softly, the memory would stay in your brain of the look of horror reaction. Similar to a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
He immediately fell out of the bed with more messy hair than usual with a stutter. “H-hold on an s-sec-ond.”
He had forgotten that he was coming over to his door to get the notes from class. He wipes off the extra saliva from his lips.
You stood up from the bed and hide behind the door when it opens. You weren’t supposed to be in his dorm and especially on the boy’s side. However, you have sneaked in so many times that it doesn’t worry you much. Midoriya would cover you if you accidentally make a noise when you are exiting the dorm building.
He hastily grabbed the notebook from his desk waiting for Oijirou to arrive and opens the door. Oijirou grabbing on his notebook and noticing how flustered Midoriya was. He couldn’t help but ask out of concern.
“Are you alright? Midoriya.”
You had to cover your mouth at how jumpy Midoriya is. He stutters over his words and tried to act not so suspicious which is failing miserably. It was just too hilarious to watch and hear how he was behaving. You don’t exactly know how the rest of the conversation went since you were too busy trying to stop yourself from laughing at the terrible acting of Midoriya put on. He was a terrible liar.
He closes the door and puts his back on the door leaning his head back, sighing in relief.
“You suck at acting.” You whispered to him and grabbing his hand, soon earning a small whine from him.
You pulled him over to the bed and pecking his cheek as an apology, before getting in position to cuddle. Your fingers running through his bushy green hair, as Midoriya had his eyes closed and listening to your heartbeat.
“[Nickname.]” You hum as response and trying to curl his hair around your finger.
“Why did you ask me out? When you could have asked anyone else, why me?” He asks softly, as he rolls over to the side and looks at you with his innocent dark green eyes.
You gulped nervously and turn on your side to make eye contact.
‘Should I tell him?’
You open your mouth as the words just flow out. “Izu. One, you are super passionate about being a hero and do not give up when obstacles come up. Two, You wouldn’t love your dorky self when it comes to heroes.” Your lips curl up into a smile, lifting your hand to boop his nose. Midoriya faces expression fill with pure surprise.
“Who wouldn’t fall for your charm of just being yourself, regardless of how they treat you, freckles.” You traced over his freckles in a pentagon shape, it was enough to make him glowing bright red.
He flips over to cover his face into the pillow, making you laugh at him being all shy and embarrassed. He was fuming smoke from his ear. You just hug him from behind to try to make up your teasing.
‘You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. Especially the way he was looking at you was filled with trust.’
You have to give him space for him to think about it. He deserves it. You had hurt him deeply and had seen how much it is affecting him.
But you have to pick yourself together and clean up the mess in your room before the week starts knowing it will be hell.
You gotta move forward for your good, and family even if you burden with the weight of guilt.
You could distract yourself by creating new blueprints of inventions for the incoming event where all of the support students show off their skills similar to the sports festival. Its the day where all kinds of heroes including firefighters to the police department are gonna be scouting out future employees for their companies.
You couldn’t use something that would you would need…. him. You had to do those ideas in the backburn of your head at the moment.
It would probably be hard to get someone to agree to be a model of your invention since it’s so late in the year along with rumors spreading around you. The chances are very low.
You would be known as terrible things which include the most you would be an excuse for being a gold digger.
But you have to make do.
You can’t continue to self-pitying yourself for the sake of your family not to worry about you.
You have to worry about what your potential future holds in your employment after graduating. Everything relies on your project for the Invention Event to hold your future. It has been something better of everything you had created so far to stand out from your classmates.
Slowly enough, Midoriya fades to the back of your mind. As you start drafting out ideas what could be your project.
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I would love to hear any predictions or theories, you guys have!
Feedback is appreciated!
Please be kind within the comments. I hope you are enjoying the story. Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.
if anyone wishes to be tagged, either send me an ask or comment below this post! Taglist will be in the comments.
You could feel the day going painfully slow. You were cleaning your table in the inventory room since you will not be allowed to use it for the next couple of days as punishment. The other girl was suspended for a few days due to the fact she was the one who had bullied and started a fight. As you place everything where it is supposed to go. You accidentally bump your shoulder against a covered case with a blanket that falls upon the ground.
Your lower lip trembles at the sight of the metal case with a red ribbon attached to a heartwarming letter which took you so many times to get it right. You had to go to the store to get more letters because you kept making mistakes. Your hand touches the smooth cold surface of the metal case.
It was the gift you worked secretly behind his back with the help of his classmates to make assure it was endurable enough for his quirk. Numerous test betas got destroyed easily which make you work harder and change the material which would be better.
You had to make a deal with the angry gremlin of Class A to test it out as the final test for it, which impressed him of your handiwork. He asked you to create gloves that could endure his quirk because they always get destroyed to shreds even at their maximum of his explosions.
That is how impressed he was with your creation.
Tears fall on top of the metal case which holds the final product you created with your tears, blood, and sweat. It seems like you wouldn’t be the one to deliver this to him. Fully knowing there is a high chance that Midoriya will want to break up which is completely understandable, but it still hurts.
You hug the metal case closer to you before letting out a silent scream and breaking down to tears.
Who would want to be with someone who got paid to go out with you?
Your fingers starting to feel numb based on how tight you are holding the case. Bloodshot eyes with tears running down your cheeks, hiccuping quietly laying on the ground.
You could only feel pure regret and invisible heaviness on your chest.
Summary; All of this was started by a deal. [Name] didn’t expect to fall in love with one of the top students from the hero course, Midoriya Izuku. What happens when things go out of control?
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 >:)"
A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, I hope you’re all having a great day! This is the closest I have to a Valentine’s special because I did not plan ahead of time lol.
Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, & Shoto Todoroki x GN Reader
Jealousy - Izuku never really gets jealous. Overall, he trusts you and is sure that you wouldn’t cheat on him or fall for another person just because they spend a lot of time around you. What he can get jealous over is the time you spend with other people. As a hero in training or as an adult pro-hero, he has a lot of internal responsibilities to All Might and the other former One for All users as well as his own aspirations to be a top hero. So, if you don’t necessarily have the same time constraints he does, he’ll get a bit jealous when you spend time with your friends since he wishes he has that time with you.
Cuddles - He loves cuddling especially when he’s about to go to bed. After all, he adores spending time with you and showing his love for you in as many forms of physical affection as he can manage. However, he also grew up falling asleep with an All Might plushie and basically conditioned himself to fall asleep with something in his arms. So, you being there really helps. With that note, he’s usually the big spoon with an arm or both arms around you to some capacity. However, he’s never opposed to being the little spoon as long as holding you (or an All Might plushie) is also possible.
You watched for the third time now as your green haired boyfriend dozed off with his head on his palm. You two had been silently doing homework together until you had gone to ask a quick question about a math problem. He was completely out. His eyes were closed, cheek squished into the palm of his left hand while his right hand was still poised where it would usually be when he was writing. Moments later he had startled himself awake slightly and returned to work.
That process repeated until he finally spoke up, “Hey (Y/N), are you tired?"
"Yeah, do you want to take a nap?” You asked. Truthfully, you weren’t tired at all, but Midoriya would probably deny being tired as well if you didn’t agree.
“Mhm.” He lazily nodded. He barely made it onto his bed and just let you come into his arms after laying down.
“Goodnight, Izu.” You said.
“G'night.” He muttered in response.
Kisses - Most of the time, his kisses are very quick as he often gets suddenly shy when he goes for one. So, you may not get a kiss very often, but you know it’s special when you get one: Right before he leaves on a long trip or the moment he sees you when he comes back (and vice-versa), if you feel really proud about something you did, etc. He regularly kisses you on the forehead and reserves cheek kisses for when he’s running late and needs to be somewhere fast. Very rarely, he’ll kiss you on the lips and there’s no real rhyme or reason as to why.
You begrudgingly woke up early on a Saturday morning. The sun wasn’t even up yet, but you couldn’t find yourself falling back to sleep. So, you opted instead to do whatever mindless things you could find on your phone until you felt it was time to get up. But, what soured your morning even more was a soft knock from your door.
“Seriously, who could be here this early?” Despite your better judgment, you decided to get up and answer the door. If someone was really going to bother you at this time, it was probably for a good reason. And, luckily for you, it was for a good reason: your boyfriend.
“Oh, (Y/N)! I didn’t think you’d actually be awake by now!” Midoriya greeted you. He already had his school uniform on (with his disturbingly bright yellow scarf) and the box holding his hero costume sitting beside him.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep. Did you need something?” You asked.
“I uh– well, I’ll be gone today for work studies, y'know. I wanted to say goodbye, but I knew we had to leave earlier so I didn’t think you’d be awake. Um– but you are!” He rambled on while knitting his fingers together and looking down at his shoes.
“You wanted to say goodbye?” You tried to prompt him back on track.
“Right! Can– can I kiss you?” He asked. It wasn’t a surprising question from the broccoli-head. After all, he usually asked before initiating any kind of physical affection.
You nodded in response to his question before he, shakily, leaned forward and pressed a haste kiss to your forehead. “Try and get some sleep today, alright? I should be back this afternoon.”
With his nervousness almost vanishing, he pulled away from you and picked up the case for his hero costume as he stood to leave. “I’ll try.” You replied while waving goodbye to him as he exited towards the elevator.
PDA - It’s an absolute no. Initially, it’s because everything surrounding relationships makes him nervous. He already would get completely red in the face just asking to hold your hand when you two were alone (or when you would show him affection), there was no way he could possibly do that with other people around. Even as he gets more comfortable with affection, he feels that those forms of affection should stay private: especially when he gets into the heroing world where the media watches his every move.
Midoriya and you had finally had time to go out on a date after far too many busy days and nights doing school or hero work. Like most teenagers who didn’t have much money, you two went to the mall. And, with bubble tea in hand, you now sat together on the train ride back.
“Can you believe Midnight-sensei is assigning us a full history essay! Like, as if semester finals weren’t just around the corner, now I have to write this stupid essay on feudalist Japan. Did she lose her mind this year!” You ranted to the boy beside you.
“I’m sure she’s not actually going to count them for a full grade. She’s probably just trying to see your progress on the current unit and make sure you’re understanding stuff for the final. Midnight-sensei wouldn’t be that mean!” Midoriya reassured you.
“You only say that because she’s nice to your class! Just wait until you see how she treats us, I swear it’s like a 180.” You insisted. Midoriya chuckled at your comment in response.
The telltale chime of the train filled the area as it announced the stop you two needed to get off at. Midoriya and you slowly stood and made your way towards the doors as the train slowed to a halt at the station before you two exited out onto the busy platform.
“I had fun today,” You smiled, “Hopefully we can do this again sometime."
As you spoke, you reached a hand out and laced your fingers with his. Instantly, his face turned a vibrant pink as he stuttered out a couple of incoherent words, "Y-yeah, we really should!"
Katsuki Bakugou
Jealousy - Bakugou is, unfortunately, a very insecure person. And, as a result, some of those insecurities are projected towards you and who you interact with. He very easily feels like you’ll choose the person that you’re talking to over him, especially when he feels threatened by them. Bakugou will try to pull you away from the situation, threaten the other person, or even whine at you to leave. In the case that the person is truly just another "extra” to him or someone he doesn’t feel threatened by, then there seems to be no problems.
"Hey Midoriya,“ you leaned across your desk to speak to the green haired boy who sat ahead of you.
"Do you need something, (L/N)?” He asked.
“Yeah, did I do this question right? It doesn’t seem like the right answer.” You asked while gesturing towards your paper.
“I can check!” He kindly took the paper from you to look through your work.
“Hm– you did miss a step here,” he pointed with his pencil, “You forgot to add the exponents."
"Oh yeah, I did! Thanks, Mido–” before you could even finish there were two hands slamming onto your desk.
“Hey, we’re working on this.” The person who made the commotion spoke. Of course, it was Bakugou. Under his left hand was the worksheet and his pencil while his face presented an angry scowl.
“Uh– sure, Bakugou. I might be a little bit slow at this though.” You replied.
“Whatever.” He scoffed before pushing up a chair which specifically blocked your view of the green haired classmate and allowed Bakugou to push said student with a muttered, “Fuck off, stupid Deku.”
Cuddles - Secretly, he loves cuddling. Bakugou hates feeling like he’s doing nothing and cuddling feels like the one form of affection where he can still do the most while showing you physical affection: hand holding and hugging keep him trapped in one place and kissing takes away too much of his attention. But, with cuddling, he can just rest you on his lap while still doing important work. And, of course, he can also always participate in the cuddling. He loves having your hands run through his hair as he falls asleep or the butterflies in his stomach at just how soft it feels to hold you.
You had finally gotten back from your own hero work studies and felt absolutely exhausted from the evening. There had been a small villain attack today, and it had been a bit of a hassle to handle. So, when you finally returned back to the dorms, you just wanted to spend a moment with your boyfriend. After changing into your pajamas and showering, because there was no way the blonde would let you near him if he deemed you too sweaty (the hypocrite), you headed over towards his dorm room. You heard some grumbling and “thuds” from inside as you knocked, but Bakugou didn’t fail to answer. An annoyed greeting seemed to be on his tongue but he halted it to instead say, “Hey."
"Hey,” You greeted back, “Can I stay with you for the night?”
He didn’t respond at first –leading you to expect a negative response. You decided to add on to your previous statement, “If you’re busy or something, that’s fine, I just wanted to ask.”
“Stop being so sad, you can fuckin’ stay.” He replied. Bakugou turned back into the room, leaving the door open for you to enter.
You happily shut it behind you and watched as the blonde entered the spot back under the covers in his bed. “Are you coming or what?” He grumbled.
You didn’t need to respond as you crawled under the covers and into his warm, awaiting arms.
Kisses - As I said before, he’s not the biggest fan of kissing, but he’d never say no if you were to kiss him. There are exceptions to this where he’ll suddenly feel very affectionate. At those times, you’d probably find it difficult to have a moment where his lips aren’t on you. He loves kissing any part of your face: cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, wherever he can reach the quickest. If he’s resting his face at the crook of your neck, you’ll randomly feel a kiss there too. He’s not shy with his kisses once he figures it out.
Bakugou and you were walking hand in hand back from one of the few dates the two of you had the time to go on. He had planned it all, much to your surprise, and the night was finally ending as you two walked back from a small boardwalk.
“This has been really nice, Katsuki,” You turned to the blonde, “Thanks for doing all this.”
“Yeah, whatever.” He turned his face away from you. But, you didn’t miss the way his ears tinged red slightly.
“You should let me come up with something next time! I wanna’ surprise you too!” You protested.
“Like you could surprise me.” He rolled his eyes at the comment.
“Hey, I could definitely come up with something! You’ll see!” You gently smacked his arm at the comment, “But, seriously, this was fun. And I know you've– well, we’ve both been busy with hero work and stuff so, it’s nice to take a break.”
To punctuate the gratitude, you leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
“Yeah, well thanks for coming.” He responded after a second and leaned over to press a kiss to your temple.
PDA - It really matters what type of affection and the setting. Without a doubt, he’ll hold your hand anywhere; he doesn’t care how people will perceive him for doing that. But, he’ll probably avoid more close forms of affection: long kisses, hugs, or even cuddling anywhere that isn’t yours or his rooms. That mostly stems from his own internal struggles. He doesn’t want to be seen as weak. And, no matter how strong he finds his partner to be, he won’t show those softer sides of his behavior to anyone but yourself.
You were playing a bit of a cruel prank on your boyfriend. Although you weren’t recording it all, you wanted to see if he would say anything if you did one of those couple TikTok pranks like moving your hand away if he tried to hold yours.
Of course, Class 1-A was going on a trip which required a bus across the large campus. Iida, no matter how persistent, didn’t have much to say about Bakugou and you sitting beside each other on the trip. So, you found it to be the prime opportunity to test this on the blonde. It was almost an unconscious habit as moments into the ride, you could feel his hand shifting towards yours and trying to lace your fingers together.
You lifted your hand away, acting as if you just didn’t realize what he was trying to do, and moving it into your lap. His head immediately turned to you when he felt your hand move.
“Something wrong?” You asked.
“Tch, no.” He scoffed, turning back to look out the window.
Moments later, he tried the same thing, reaching over to lace his fingers with yours. This time you let him, for only a moment, before pulling your hand away with no reason for the action. “The hell are you doing?” He asked instantly.
“Doing what?” You tried to play dumb. He didn’t buy it at all and instead grabbed your hand back, “If you let go, I’m never holding your hand again."
"I was just joking.” You laughed at his reaction.
“I’m not.” He muttered in response.
Shoto Todoroki
Jealousy - Much like Midoriya, Todoroki has no issues with who you hang out with, what you say, or how you hang out with people. He trusts you not to leave him suddenly for some other person. However, still in a similar vein to Midoriya, his jealousy stems from other sorts of interactions you have. If you have a good relationship with family members or just in general appear better at social interactions, he feels a bit jealous that he doesn’t have those same things or skills. (And if you have neither of those things, you’re still valid bestie )
Cuddles - He’s the best temperature regulator, there’s no doubt to that. Hot day? Half of his body is always cold. Cold day? The other half is always warm. If you want both? Just lay flat on top of him. No matter what you want, he also enjoys cuddling. Sometimes, he may defy your wishes to just lay next to one of his sides when he’s especially clingy and just wants to hold you tight to him. He’s a solid split between big and little spoon with you two alternating fairly consistently.
You had finally made the trek back to the dorm buildings from UA. It was way too cold for that walk: couldn’t they have cars or something to drive you back? The school was absolutely loaded, after all, they could afford it. Even as you entered the dorms, the lower floor (largely filled with windows) only appeared to be mildly warmer. You’d have to spend the next several hours wrapped in blankets in your dorm room. The thought, although comforting, was interrupted by a singular shifting sound from the couch.
You hadn’t heard anyone down here at all since you entered. You assumed that most students would have headed to their much warmer dorm rooms after entering the building. Although, most other people weren’t the self regulating Shoto Todoroki who had just sat up from his laying down position on the couch.
“Shoto!” You excitedly called out to your boyfriend. He was, undoubtedly, the first option to a regular blanket.
“You’re back.” He responded. The half and half barely even reacted as you launched yourself into him –just placing a hand on your waist to stop you from falling back off the couch.
“Yup! It didn’t really take too long for Present Mic-Sensei to change my grade.” You replied, “But it’s so cold! I can’t believe they make us walk all the way back to the dorms like that.”
“You don’t have gloves.” He commented.
“Oh yeah, I forgot those.” You shrugged.
“Here,” he offered his left hand out to you, “I can keep them warm."
You gently placed your hands on top of his open palm feeling as the skin slowly heated and warmed your hands with it. "You’re the best Todoroki!"
Kisses- He likes kisses: that much is made obvious to you rather quickly into the relationship. Todoroki is definitely a bit touch-starved and unfamiliar with certain forms of affection. The first time you two kissed you could see the stars shimmer in his eyes when you pulled away. Afterwards, he seemed to follow you around like a lost puppy for another kiss on the cheek or lips. Obviously, he evolves from that a bit and accepts (and later gives) them as any other form of affection, but he always sees them as something special.
Final exams had finally rolled around, and, as usual, the hero course exams were hard. You were paired to fight a fake villain. Although, the teachers threw two twists your way: a person you knew nothing about playing the "villain” and a partner who, by all means had a very incompatible quirk. Jirou was paired with Bakugou: the loudest in both quirk and volume with the amplified hearing stealth hero.
Of course, they passed, but it just felt overall nerve wracking as you watched group after group go to complete their exam and pass phenomenally (with some exceptions). So, when you finally got up to the exam, you were delighted to have passed.
“Good job, (L/N)!” Uraraka congratulated you as you made it back to the observation area.
“Yeah,kero, You did great!” Tsuyu added.
“Thank you,” You replied, “I was so nervous."
"You did really well.” A voice came from behind you. It was hardly startling to you anymore with how often Todoroki did it. What did startle you were his next actions: a kiss on your cheek.
Uraraka’s eyes widened like they would pop out of her head, and she looked quickly towards Tsuyu, “We– uh– Let’s go see how Deku is doing!”
She quickly ushered herself with Tsuyu out of the room before you could even say another word. “Would you like to see how Midoriya is doing?” He was undisturbed by your other friends’ exit.
“Yeah, let’s go."
PDA - Although he doesn’t seem to show any care about the matter, he does reserve himself in public. He doesn’t usually look like he’s reacting in any adverse way to receiving affection; If you kiss his cheek, he’ll just respond with a simple, "Thanks (Y/N).” And, the affection he shows you is usually done with much less response. He’ll unashamedly hold your hand, cuddle with you during full class movie nights, or even compliment you. But, it all feels much more dull and emotionless than the sweet things he’d say to you or the caring touches when he feels it’s just the two of you.
Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida x GN Reader
Genre:Fluff
Warnings: None
Summary:A couple of short scenarios where you meet their parent(s), as the title says.
Word Count: 3K
Izuku Midoriya
Midoriya and you had been together for a couple of months, so it was inevitable that your guys’ family members would come to learn about it. Actually, when Midoriya came to you with the news that his mom wanted to invite you over for dinner, you were surprised she didn’t already know you two were together.
“Like, soon?” You tried to clarify.
“Yeah, well, she seemed really excited. We can wait if you aren’t comfortable with that yet! She wouldn’t mind.” Midoriya spared you the specifics of how the conversation with Inko actually went.
In reality, Izuku had offhandedly mentioned that he was going out with s/o the next day (since you both planned a nice date after finally being able to leave the UA dorms without approval) and Inko had burst into tears for a solid hour. Even when he mentioned you by name, as he usually did, she was still surprised to know the two of you were dating. Somewhere in that conversation, she became adamant about talking to you about the relationship as well.
Now, you were face to face with the Midoriya family’s apartment building. It was a fairly large block of apartments but each apartment didn’t look too big. “Here we are.” Midoriya stopped in front of the door. Neither of you moved for another moment as you expected the boy to open the door to his own home.
“So, are we going to go in?” You prompted.
“Y-yeah, of course!” He raised a hand to knock on the door; his hand was quivering the whole time.
“Hey,” You rested your hand on top of his for a moment, “You don’t need to be nervous! I’m the one she’s going to be talking to the most!”
He looked a bit disappointed for a second, “I should be telling you that, (Y/N), not the other way around."
You chuckled at his statement, but the door swung opened before you could get your reply.
"I knew I heard someone talking out here!” The green haired woman stood in the now open entryway, “It’s good to see you again, (Y/N).”
“It’s nice to see you too Midoriya-san!” You accepted the quick hug the woman was giving you. You’d met Midoriya’s mom a handful of times during your first year before the dorms were made and once during a parent’s night at the beginning of your current school year.
“Izu doesn’t tell me much about his personal life anymore. I was so surprised to hear he’d found himself a s/o!” She added. Midoriya quietly commented with an embarrassed, “Mom!"
She began moving from the entryway to allow the two of you to follow inside towards the dining table.
"I thought I’d make Izuku’s favorite since we haven’t had it together in such a long time! I hope you don’t mind.” She explained.
“Of course, I love Katsudon!” You replied.
Before you could even pick up a spoon, she was asking questions, “So, how long have you two been together?” Izuku let out a bit of a strangled noise.
“Not too long, maybe four months now.” You replied.
“That’s still quite a bit considering how busy the two of you are at UA!” Inko continued, “I was sure for the longest time that Izuku wouldn’t date anyone unless they were identical to All Might!”
You laughed at the admission while Midoriya turned bright red in his spot. “I could even show you some of Izuku’s baby photos! He had the cutest All Might onesies!”
“Mom, (Y/N) didn’t need to come over to see my baby photos!” Izuku attempted to stop the woman from leaving the room to find what you were sure would be a decorated scrapbook.
“But Izu, it’s my job as a mother to embarrass you.” She gave him a sweet smile which probably wasn’t nearly as sweet to Izuku.
“Now eat up while I find those pictures!” And with that, she had exited the room.
Katsuki Bakugou
You hadn’t expected anything interesting to happen in your day. You didn’t even plan to go shopping, but, when you looked into your fridge, those plans were changed. So, you begrudgingly left to go to your local grocery store.
“Hm– maybe I should get some of those spicy chips Kat likes for when he comes over this weekend.” You considered as you wandered the aisles.
Entering the long snack aisle, your eyes were overwhelmed by the bright colors of the bags and the random mascots which adorned them. For a moment, you looked towards the hero-themed chips. You’d certainly seen All Might chips since you were a child, but it was only in recent months that a couple of other pros seemed to put their faces on chips of their own. Sitting on the shelf right next to the bright All Might chips, there were spicy barbecue Endeavor themed chips. On the shelf below, there were Hawks themed honey barbecue chips.
“You aren’t actually going to buy that shit, are you?” A voice to your left startled you. At first, you were concerned some random guy had felt the need to insert their opinion of Heroes upon you in the snacks aisle. Luckily, you noted the spiky blonde hair and dark clothing and recognized this person to be your boyfriend.
“You’re the one who took an internship with the guy.” You gestured towards the Endeavor chips.
“That doesn’t mean I’ll buy his shitty chips.” Katsuki rolled his eyes before moving down the aisle further. Of course, he was here to get the same chips you had come for.
“So, what’re you doing here?” You grabbed a different bag to place in your basket.
“The hag said she wanted to go shopping since I ‘never go with her anymore’ like I don’t visit every fuckin’ weekend.” He grumbled.
Admittedly, you hadn’t heard much about Katsuki’s mom from the boy himself. Much of your information came from Kirishima, who met the woman a handful of times. He said the two looked and acted almost exactly the same, and her actual name was Mitsuki even though Katsuki only referred to her as a “hag” or “old bitch”.
“What’re you doing here?” Katsuki asked.
“I needed to go shopping. My fridge was practically empty.” You sighed.
The blonde lightly flicked the side of your head, “You need to take better care of yourself, and you better not just be buying junk!”
He aggressively attempted to look into your basket at the other foods you’d gotten so far only to be stopped by a harsh pull at the neck of his shirt.
“What are you? Five!? Don’t bother random people!” A woman with a shopping cart beside her was pulling the boy away. And, immediately, you could tell this woman was his mother. Namely, it was the hair. She had the exact same light blonde spikes. It was styled almost the exact same way too.
“I’m not bothering random people, bitch!” Bakugou yelled back at the woman.
“Um– yeah, we know each other from school.” You tried to help.
“Mitsuki, please don’t cause a scene.” Another man entered the aisle. Much like the woman, he was also very clearly Bakugou’s dad. His hair was a different color and the glasses on his face mildly obscured his features. But, he was undoubtedly related to your boyfriend.
“Oh, so you’re one of his classmates?” She looked at you with a harsh glare. You nodded in response, “Um– (L/N), (Y/N). I don’t believe we’ve met before."
"It’s so nice to meet you! Katsuki almost never tells me about his personal life. I swear he didn’t have friends for awhile!” Her demeanor completely changed as she greeted you.
“Shut it, hag.” Katsuki muttered as he shuffled to drop his chips into their shopping cart.
“I don’t recall Katsuki mentioning you before. How long have you two known each other?” Mitsuki asked.
“I guess we’ve been together for five months now?” You looked towards the blonde boy for confirmation at the time. But, Katsukk was clearly focused on something else.
“Together!? Katsuki, how come you didn’t tell me about your s/o!” The woman started yelling at her son again.
“Of course I fuckin’ did! You just weren’t paying attention!” Bakugou yelled back. You understood now where he got all the anger issues from.
“Are you calling me stupid! Of course I listen to you, and I know you never told me about any s/o!"
"Why do I have to tell you that I have one anyways!” They continued back and forth for a while now.
“I’m uh– Bakugou, Masaru. It’s nice to meet you.” Katsuki’s much calmer father greeted you as the two argued in the background.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” You responded, “how long do you think they’ll argue for?"
"Who knows, hopefully they don’t kick us out again.” He sighed.
“Again?” You wondered.
Shoto Todoroki
"Um, Shoto? Did you know about this?“ You looked towards the half and half with your newly received letter in hand.
You’d been given the letter only 30 minutes ago by one of the school’s many robots responsible for delivering student mail. The letter had no return address nor the school’s address, it was just your name in fancy scrawl on the white envelope. When you opened the letter, it was just as formal.
"You’ve been invited to the Todoroki estate at 5pm on December the 12th…” The letter included some more information, but the main information was clear in that sentence alone.
“Oh yeah,” Todoroki looked unimpressed by the fancy letter, “Fuyumi texted me about that.”
“My dad wants to meet you.” He clarified.
A week later, you stood shivering before the large gates which enclosed the Todoroki family house. Some of the shivering was due to the cold, it was a chilly December evening after all, but most of it was out of anxiety. You heard all great things about his siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi, but Endeavor was not one you’d heard quite as positive things about.
“Are you cold?” Todoroki noticed the shivering. His warm arm was already resting over you.
“Kinda.” You replied.
“It’s going to be alright. My father is fairly decent around other people.” You weren’t quite sure if you could consider that to be reassurance.
“Thanks Shoto.” The other teen didn’t say much else as he pressed a button situated to the side of the front gate. There was a buzz in response before the gates opened to reveal a rather traditional looking (and massive) house. Everything about the exterior was immaculate, and the traditional style didn’t disappear even as you entered.
“We’re here!” Shoto called out across the room. The thumping of footsteps on the tatami floors could be heard in response. They sounded much too light to be Endeavor, much to your relief.
“Thanks for coming, Shoto!” The girl who appeared greeted her brother. She had similar hair to your boyfriend although rather than the half and half style, streaks of red were present in her medium length white hair.
“It’s nice to meet you (L/N)! You can call me Fuyumi.” She bowed as a greeting.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Fuyumi.” You returned the greeting.
“Natsuo decided not to come, unfortunately. So, it’s just us and dad.” Fuyumi spoke, “But, it’ll still be nice!"
She sent an, actually, reassuring smile your way, "Dad doesn’t usually stay long for meals anyways."
"What did you make?” Shoto began taking off his shoes and coat, so you decided to follow his lead.
“Cold soba! I thought I’d treat you to your favorite since you’re visiting.” The three of you began heading towards what you assumed to be the dining room. The siblings were the ones mostly leading.
“It’s not really a visit.” Todoroki murmured.
“Shoto,” Fuyumi said somewhat sternly before looking back at you and quieting her tone, “Dad’s trying to be better."
You didn’t get to hear more of it as you all reached the open door to the dining room and there sat Todoroki Enji. As the two ahead of you trailed in, the cold eyes of the number one hero hit you with full force. He wasn’t quite as intimidating outside of his hero costume and without the giant flame beard. Actually, he was surprisingly clean shaven without the fire accessory.
"Nice to meet you, Todoroki-san.” You greeted the man before taking the seat beside Shoto. He seemed hardly impressed with his father right now.
“(L/N), (Y/N), correct?” He spoke.
You nodded while glancing between the others at the table. It was incredibly tense yet painfully awkward.
“What course are you in at UA?” He asked.
“H-hero course, with Shoto.” You internally panicked for a moment. Would he call out the stutter? Call you weak? He hummed before taking a bite of his noodles.
“You reached the finals at the Sport’s Festival, right (L/N)-kun?” Fuyumi asked.
“Yes, I did. I didn’t quite top some of the people on the ranks though! Our class has such powerful people.” You decided to address Fuyumi as you spoke in order to take the edge off speaking to the towering hero across from you.
“Your quirk is still very powerful, (Y/N),” Todoroki commented, “it was just the type of battle that put a lot of people at a disadvantage.”
You remembered hearing Midoriya talking about that before, but you decided not to add anything in favor of eating your soba.
“For one of my Sport’s Festivals, they had us do one on one obstacle course races with our opponent.” Endeavor added.
“Maybe they’ll do something like that next year.” You decided to comment. No one added much else.
There was another couple of tense minutes as the four of you ate soba before Endeavor decided to speak up again. This time, he set his bowl down rather harshly on the table. It created a loud “clink” which startled both Fuyumi and Shoto as you all looked towards him.
“I want to make it clear,” he crossed his arms, “as Heroes in training, you shouldn’t be focusing on a romantic relationship."
Your heart jumped in your chest, "This is it. This is where he kicks me out of the house. Tells me I can’t talk to Shoto anymore. Could he kick me out of UA? I’m sure he could.”
“But, as long as you two continue to succeed as heroes in training, then you’re welcome here.” He concluded.
Moments later, he stood and left the room with his bowl. The sliding door closing shut behind him.
“Well,” Fuyumi began, “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“No,” Todoroki looked to you, “did you curse him?”
“No! Did you both think something worse would happen!?” Looking between both of their faces, the answer was a clear yes.
Tenya Iida
"I forgot how rich the Iida family is.“ You stared up in disappointment at the large house before you.
After dating Tenya for about 7 months now, you’d yet to meet any of his family. Admittedly, that was the fault of the League of Villains who decided to continuously attack your first year class and led to harsh safety restrictions. Now, with the mandatory dorms being mostly dropped, Tenya was quick to invite you to the Iida family house.
You still lived at the UA dorms, so you made the trek from there to the address Tenya had sent you earlier. You should have remembered that he was from a long family line of speed-heroes when you stepped off the train to the neighborhood full of large, polished houses. Nevertheless, seeing his own house thoroughly surprised you.
It took you a second before you discovered the button near the front gate which you assumed acted as a doorbell. A loud buzz sounded as you pressed it, but it took a second before Tenya’s voice came from the small box, "Feel free to come in, (L/N)!” Tenya hadn’t addressed you by your last name for a while now.
The gates slowly opened, and you were able to head to the front door which was also quickly met by your blue haired boyfriend, “Do come in!"
"Your house is nice.” You commented as you left your shoes at the front.
“O-of course, the Iida’s are a prestigious family…” Tenya clearly began to give a long introduction before someone interrupted him.
“You don’t need to be so formal, Tenya. I just wanted to meet your s/o.” A much calmer voice interjected.
Tensei Iida rolled into the entryway where the two of you were standing, “It’s nice to meet you, (L/N). Tenya has told me a lot about you."
You didn’t miss the boy next to you flushing red as Tensei spoke, "Nice to meet you too, Iida-san. I’m happy to hear that Tenya talks about me.”
“You can call me Tensei, if you’d prefer. Our parents aren’t home just yet, so you two can spend some time together before they get back. Maybe give (L/N)-kun a tour?” Tensei looked towards his brother who had yet to leave his spot.
“Y-yes, let me show you around!” Tenya moved through the many rooms of the house. And there were many rooms.
Once you were sure you were out of earshot from Tensei, you decided to comment to Iida, “Y'know, it makes me a bit nervous that you’re so worried. Are your parents going to hate me?"
He seemed a bit surprised at the comment, especially since he’d just been showing you the dining room, "I assure you there’s nothing to worry about!”
“I-it’s mostly my nerves. I’m sure my parents will love you! You’re an amazing person and a great hero! I just don’t want them to think that I’m distracted by a relationship.” He explained.
“Tenya, I’m sure they won’t think that. You’ve been the top in our class forever now, and you’ve gotten great internship opportunities as a hero with and without me.” You reassured him.
“You’re always much better at this then me, thank you (Y/N).” Iida pressed a kiss to your forehead as a thank you.
As you looked back up, you noticed Tensei had entered the dining room to start setting the table but now awkwardly sat at where he’d presumably set down whatever he’d brought.
“Sorry for interrupting, you two can come help make dinner whenever you finish your tour.” Tensei decided to say once you two made eye contact.
“R-Right, we’ll be there in a moment.” Tenya awkwardly responded.
A/N: Alright, I’m finally doing the task of moving some of my older writing on to here! Most of this stuff was already written, and I’m just reformatting it for here.
Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, & Shoto Todoroki (Seperate) x GN Reader
Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, nothing but fluff, this is fluff (maybe some mild angst, but it turns immediately into fluff)
Warnings:Very small mention of self-harm & blood in Kirishima’s (he bites his lip and y'know… sharp teeth)
Summary: There’s storm outside, and you begin to realize your boyfriend has a fear of thunder.
Izuku Midoriya
You sat, crossed legged, on the bed of your dorm room. As much as you dreaded it, you had to finally work on Present Mic’s English homework. You had to choose one of the many English children’s books he had (for whatever reason) and answer a few basic questions on it. Admittedly, there was nothing too complicated about the book you chose. But, it was still an assignment you wanted to continue procrastinating.
A gentle rain was pattering against your balcony window as you read. The clouded sky outside darkened your room a bit and brought you a bit of a fuzzy feeling as you worked. You’d been hearing some low rumbles of thunder off in the distance for the past several hours as the rain had been falling, yet it suddenly made its presence known with a loud clap. Your room had been illuminated a blue-white for a moment from the flash of light followed by the startling crashing sound of thunder. The sound rumbled within the sky before quieting.
“Geez, I didn’t think the storm was that bad out there.” You commented as you looked towards your window. Droplets continued to pelt your window. They were almost in sync with the subsequent knock on your door only moments after you spoke.
“It’s unlocked!” You were too comfy to get up now.
The door opened a crack before the person entered and quietly closed the door behind them. You didn’t even really need to look up to know it was your boyfriend, Izuku.
“Hey Izu, what’s up!” You greeted him.
“Can– can I stay with you a bit?” He asked. The green haired boy’s eyes darted every which way while he fiddled with the strings of the All Might hoodie he was wearing.
“Sure, I’m just working on English, so I won’t be very interesting to talk to for a minute.” You replied.
“No worries.” He replied before taking a seat at your desk. Despite your close relationship, he rarely sat on your bed with you unless you immediately offered it.
With quick succession from the first flash of lightning, a second one struck and rattled the windows once more.
“Wow, it’s really bad out there.” You commented.
As your gaze shifted back to him, you were met with an oddly unfamiliar sight. The hero in training looked scared: hands clamped around his ears, eyes dead set to your slightly opened window, and body curled into himself.
“Um– Izuku?” Your voice took on a more concerned tone as you looked at the cowering teen.
“Sorry, it just startled me,” he began, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen thunderstorms this big before.”
“Izuku.” You tried to interrupt him, but he continued.
“Who knows where it might strike. Maybe it’ll hit a tree or even a building!” Izuku continued on. You called his name out again to no avail.
“That’d be awful if it was a building! I’d hope heroes or fire rescue could reach them in time.” His ramblings didn’t cease with another call of his name. “Although, I guess they’re much more often to hit somewhere in the middle of nowhere rather than any specific place or person–"
"Izuku!”
“Oh, sorry, I was muttering again. You should get back to your English homework. I didn’t mean to distract you!” He attempted to correct himself.
“Are you scared of thunder, Izu?” You asked straight forward.
He responded quickly, “What? Of course not!"
"Izuku, people don’t start shaking like that when they’re just startled.” You pointed towards his hands quivering in his lap.
“I guess,” He trailed off for a moment to fiddle with his hoodie strings again, “Loud noises scare me sometimes.”
“Oh Izu, come here.” The boy’s movements from your desk chair to your bed were immediate and his arms were tight around you.
“Sorry if I’m bothering you. I really could leave if you want me to.” He offered even as he clearly made himself comfortable in your arms.
“It’s fine, besides, Mic-Sensei is nice about homework.” You reassured your boyfriend.
You were sure your legs were going to be numb in the morning from this sitting position, but you were happy with comforting him.
Katsuki Bakugou
For once, your class 1-A teachers didn’t give you any weekend homework. Maybe, they finally wanted to give their students a break after the constant changes, or they (particularly Eraserhead) were just lazy. No matter the reason, it gave you a rare Friday evening with your boyfriend.
You two chose to watch a movie which was quite fitting as a storm began to brew outside while you watched. It wasn’t very long before the rain outside was piercing through the voices from the TV, and Bakugou was just as quick to grab the remote and increase the volume greatly over the noises of the outdoors.
It was around the fourth time that he’d done this when you decided to finally comment on the storm. A particularly loud clatter of thunder prompted Bakugou to reach over behind himself before extending his arm over your body to increase the volume of the TV. Although, before he could toss it back behind him, you took it from his hands to pause the movie.
“The storm’s getting really bad out there.” You commented to the blonde.
“Yeah.” Bakugou muttered. As you sat up, you realized just how tight his grip had been around your waist as he released it.
“Do you think the power will go out?” You continued about the storm.
“Maybe.” Your gaze shifted towards the blonde haired boyfriend who was still laying down. His crimson eyes quickly met yours and they– were not normal. He looked scared like when he was kidnapped at the Training Camp.
“Is everything alright?” You asked.
“Yeah, I’m fiNE!” As he spoke, more thunder echoed outside and his voice cracked in response.
He glared at you immediately, “You didn’t hear shit."
"Are you scared of thunder?” Of course, he didn’t respond to the abrupt accusation. “It’s fine if you are! I won’t tell anyone. Is– is there anything that’ll help you?"
He crossed his arms over his chest as he responded, "My mom rubs my hands, sometimes. I tell that bitch not to, but she always bothers me whenever there’s a storm."
You smiled a bit at how sweet it sounded before offering your hand out. With some hesitation, he placed his palm over yours. You rubbed circles over the skin, squeezing at some pressure points you knew of, and then shifting your motions to the other hand. Occasionally, you could feel him tense as the thunder made itself heard within the room. But, it seemed to be calming him down with help of the movie having been turned back on.
"Hey, Katsuki?” You spoke up
“Hm?” His chest rumbled from underneath you as he hummed.
“Do– do other loud noises scare you. Like your explosions?"
You would’ve almost missed what he said if the room wasn’t so quiet at just that moment, "Sometimes."
"You can always come to me whenever this happens, you know? I want to be here for you.” You added.
It wasn’t until long after you fell asleep that he muttered, “Thanks."
Eijirou Kirishima
For the past several weeks, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima’s main study partner (or really, teacher) had been absent for several evenings to do make-up lessons to get his hero license. So, you, kindly, offered to take his place.
"You can do the extra three problems then we can do the homework together, if you need.” You finished while moving to start your own homework.
“Alright!” He replied. Kirishima talked quietly to himself as he did the problems: reading the problems, identifying the numbers, and going through each of the steps that you explained. The room remained rather silent other than his rather quiet muttering and the scratching of pencils on paper.
“Hey, is this right?” Kirishima turned his notebook towards you to show you the question.
“Hm– it looks…” in between your response a large clap of thunder rattled the room from outside.
“Wow, I didn’t even notice it was raining.” You looked towards your darkened window, droplets were beginning to smack against it and you could see the many trees outside blowing harshly in the wind.
“Y-yeah, looks wild out there.” Kirishima replied. You eyed him for a moment at the stutter that he began the sentence with.
“Maybe Aizawa will finally let us train inside again if the grounds are still wet in the morning. It’s been so cold lately.” You continued.
“Yeah.” Kirishima was looking intensely down at his notebook. It was clear he wasn’t really writing anything but rather moving his pencil lightly up and down.
“Are you stuck on that question?” You prompted.
“Oh, no. I’ll start on it now.” It was silent for another moment as the two of you went back to work. The second sign of thunder wasn’t quite as startling. The sky rumbled a bit, and it echoed off the window.
You glanced back towards the red head across from you for a moment after his odd reaction to the initial thunder. He was biting his lip rather harshly and enough so that you could see a small amount of blood. Meanwhile, his eyes were darting everywhere around the paper at anything but back up at you.
“Hey, you’re bleeding.” You reached over to grab a tissue and hand it to him.
“He lightly pressed it to his mouth and saw the small blotch of red that came away when he did so.
"Oh, sorry…” He pressed it back onto his lip.
“Hey Kiri, is everything alright?” You asked.
“I uh…” He hesitated on a response for a moment before promptly replying, “I should probably go. Thanks for the help, (Y/N)! I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” He hurriedly began gathering his school supplies together into a messy pile.
“Hey, hold on! I just want to know what’s going on. If you’re having trouble with the questions or something we can talk about it. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.” You rushed to keep him in the room for just a bit longer.
“I understand it all just fine! I can just go back to my room and finish the homework.” Kirishima insisted.
A third strike of thunder and lightning illuminated the room. It was much louder the second and sounded much closer as well. And, Kirishima punctuated it with some sort of muted squeak. You two looked at each other for a moment in complete silence. Kirishima’s ears and face slowly burned red while you mentally tried to piece together what happened.
“Are you scared of thunder?” You finally asked.
“I– uh…” he struggled through his words again.
“It’s fine if you are! I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You explained.
“I know– it’s not super manly.” He spoke quietly.
“Of course it’s manly, Kirishima! Knowing and accepting your fears is always manly."
"Thanks.” The silence extended for another moment. Kirishima continued to stand awkwardly beside your desk. His notebooks still sat on the table, and he wasn’t making any move to continue leaving.
“Would you like to stay here? At least until the storm is done.” You offered.
“I'd– I’d like that.” Hesitantly, he moved back to his previous seat across from you.
“Wanna’ watch a movie instead? Homework is pretty boring.” You asked.
“Yeah,” Kirishima chuckled, “we should."
Shoto Todoroki
It started raining during the middle of training. And, while Aizawa was almost never against using weather conditions as an opportunity to train, All Might would not let that stand (using the multiple poorly dressed and shirtless students as a reasoning). So, the class was all moved into the nearest indoor training grounds while the storm raged outdoors.
You could hear the loud rain hitting the windows of the training facility, and the building even rumbled as thunder began to pick up. Although the awful storm outside was concerning, you became more concerned with your training partner: Todoroki. He seemed to struggle more than usual in the fight, and his head snapped towards every loud noise including Bakugou’s regular explosions. You decided not to comment on it for now.
"Alright everyone,” All Might called out to the class. The sound of something (likely someone) hitting the ground came from the back of the room before the retired hero continued, “Head back to the locker rooms and get changed. It may still be raining, but the walk isn’t too far.”
“Shoji, protect me from the rain. It always messes up my hair.” Mina whined to the tall, multi-limbed classmate.
“Me too!” Hagakure joined the pink girl. Both of them stared at the invisible girl oddly at the comment.
“Don’t look at me like that! I just don’t want to get wet!” The girl whined.
Nevertheless, the girls walked under the umbrella of Shoji’s arms followed by Tokoyami who said something about his feathers despite his hero costume being the best to work against the rain. A couple of people decided not to join Shoji’s umbrella group by running back. Others, like yourself, chose to just walk since you could just dry off in the locker room.
“Hey Todoroki, can I come over again after class today? I don’t understand Ectoplasm’s lesson at all.” You asked
“Yeah.” Todoroki nodded. As usual, he didn’t add much else to the conversation without the more talkative Midoriya and Uraraka there.
“Ugh– and he said the test is coming up this Friday! Why does he keep doing that to us!” You whined. The half and half hummed in response to your complaints.
As you continued to walk forward, a spiral of lightning flashed through the sky and the resounding thunder afterwards filled your ears.
“Wow, I’ve never seen lightning like that before! We should probably get inside soon, huh?” You turned to the side to look at Todoroki. Instead of him being beside you, he was a bit behind where he appeared to have stopped walking. In addition to his pause, his eyes were wide and he was flaming up.
“Hey, Todoroki, are you alright? Do you need to go somewhere else?” You approached him.
“I’m fine,” He responded. Although, he sounded a bit out of breath, “I need to go.”
He speed-walked ahead of you and was pretty much at the locker room doors before you even started walking again.
The rain hadn’t taken many moments to calm throughout the day, especially not on the way back to the dorms. You followed close beside the group that walked with Shoji this time, yet you still had to change your semi-soaked uniform when you returned to your dorm room.
Despite Todoroki largely avoiding you after hero training that day, you decided to go to his dorm room after class anyway. You knocked gently on the door with the hope that he was in the dorm. The door clicked and opened to reveal the dual-haired hero in training. He was wearing a sweater now which, fittingly, was blue with a pattern of white snowflakes.
“Hey, Todoroki. I know you said I could come over earlier to work on math stuff.” You awkwardly greeted him.
“Yeah, you can come in.” He stepped to the side while opening the door. It seemed the consensus was to ignore the events after training for now, “Which lesson is it again?”
“It’s the lesson Ectoplasm gave today! I don’t get it at all.” You slumped down into the cushion beside the low table in the center of the room.
“It’s not too hard.” He sat himself down across from you, “You just have to follow the steps he gave."
"That’s easy for you to say.” You muttered.
“You wrote them all down right–” he leaned closer to you to look at the notebook you had just opened.
However, the loudest crash of thunder you had heard yet interrupted him. You could hear a glass of water he had on the table rattle, and the room around you felt as though it was shaking. You shrieked at the loud noise and there was a matching yelp from Todoroki beside you. A couple of other shrieks or yells came from elsewhere in the dorm building especially after the lights promptly shut off only seconds later.
“W-well, that was loud,” You commented, “Right, Todoroki?"
You could feel him gripping your left arm rather tightly, but he didn’t respond.
"Todo?” You repeated the question.
“Could– could you stay here?” He asked, “please.”
“Yeah, of course!” You sat in the deafening silence for a moment unsure of what else to say.
“Are– are you afraid of thunder?” You decided to ask.
“I– yes. I am.” He quietly responded.
“That’s fine. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. I probably couldn’t even make it to my room with it being this dark anyways.” As promised, you stayed beside him the rest of the night as the thunder and rain reverberated against the windows.
