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.
probably obvious, but izuku is a whiner and legg shaker/trembler when receiving sloppy toppy. esp thinkin of virgin! deku getting head from his sweetheart (you) in his all might themed dorm room. he has to throw his head back and shut his eyes or look at the ceiling so he doesn’t make any eye contact with the multitudes of all mights.
his toes curling into the carpet as he stutters and his legs tremble so much you have to clutch his thighs in place so he doesn’t accidentally wiggle his dick out of your heavenly mouth.
he wants so bad to grip your hair, but his hands are so shaky and he’s nervous so he basically ends up running his hands all over your head and through your hair, gripping weakly before trying to get a grip somewhere else, and so on.
plenty of little “ohs”and “mphs”with a cute crinkled nose and desperately bucking and twitching hips. wiggly boy to the max. but he’s your wiggler
probably obvious, but izuku is a whiner and legg shaker/trembler when receiving sloppy toppy. esp thinkin of virgin! deku getting head from his sweetheart (you) in his all might themed dorm room. he has to throw his head back and shut his eyes or look at the ceiling so he doesn’t make any eye contact with the multitudes of all mights.
his toes curling into the carpet as he stutters and his legs tremble so much you have to clutch his thighs in place so he doesn’t accidentally wiggle his dick out of your heavenly mouth.
he wants so bad to grip your hair, but his hands are so shaky and he’s nervous so he basically ends up running his hands all over your head and through your hair, gripping weakly before trying to get a grip somewhere else, and so on.
plenty of little “ohs”and “mphs”with a cute crinkled nose and desperately bucking and twitching hips. wiggly boy to the max. but he’s your wiggler
he’s a little nervous the first time you ask him to come over and give you a lesson. honestly, he said yes because you pouted at him so sweetly and he considers himself a nice person. even if nice people don’t usually have sex dreams about the girl they’re meant to help pass her classes.
still, he’s nervous. even though he long grew out of the scrawny frame he had before high school and now stands nearly a foot taller and broader in college, the part of him that was bullied has trouble wrapping his head around the fact that someone as pretty as you wants him here. izuku has trouble wrapping his head around the fact that you’re definitely flirting with him right now because he can definitely feel the plush of your thigh pressed against his and your cleavage is so delightfully distracting.
“‘zu, what’d you get for number 4?” you ask, eyebrows pulled together in slight worry as you gaze up at him.
“uhm, 24.6…” he stammers. izuku can feel the way his cheeks are growing pink.
he tries to push away the thoughts of bending you over, he really does, but the next thing he knows, izuku’s hand is shaking up your skirt. it’s really more natural than it should be. he’s not a virgin by any means but the way you gasp and part your legs when his fingers hit the noticeably damp center of your panties makes him feel like he could lose his mind.
really, who could blame him for bending you over your work and finger fucking you. i mean, you’re just not getting the material. izuku’s gotta ingrain it in you. so he pets that sweet spot inside of you, fingers smushed between the fat of your thighs, while he coos in your ear about minding the material. is this helping? you feel like you’re learning? and all you can do is nod your sweet head because izuku, still bullied in his mind, has thick fingers and a knack for finding your g-spot.
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)
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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specific tw: discussions of human trafficking + child abuse by villains, mention of foster system, mentions of death, mentions of chronic pain, collapsing buildings. see masterpost for genre + general tw.
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your chamber is cold, dimly lit, and soundproofed. there’s very little for you to draw energy from, but there’s no worry of you getting too cold – the faint lights, far above, are enough for you to generate heat using your quirk. just not enough for you to get out, and just enough to make you strain as you force your quirk to keep running.
sensei stops outside your chamber – you can feel the buzz of electricity in his cells, and you press your tiny hand to the wall, trying to figure out exactly where he is on the other side of the one-way mirror. the warmth of your hand drags against its cold surface, a blur of barely-there fingerprints, the lines of your palm smeared with the motion.
you stop when sensei is directly in front of you. the buzzing in his cells sings to you. you press closer to the mirror. there’s another pocket of electricity, but it feels odd, shifting; sensei is probably talking to that man with purple fog over his face. but you’ll never be able to hear them, not with the way your chamber is insulated, so you walk back to your bed, in the back corner of the room.
it’s starting to get warmer in the chamber, so training will be soon. you’re only allowed large quantities of energy when they know you’re going to use them up.
but hours pass, and the chamber is too hot, your whole body buzzing as the energy tries to jump out from under your skin. maybe it’s a new training exercise, a new way to push the limits of how much energy you can absorb. either way, you have to keep drawing it in, or it’ll get too hot.
you fall asleep and wake up sweating, skin crackling, and the air smells humid and warm and full of ozone. it’s hard to breathe, it’s so heavy – your lungs keep trying to hold it in, extract every last drop of energy from it. you have to force yourself to exhale, hard, like sensei taught you.
there’s light cracking through your skin, but you register it only faintly, too focused on grappling with the twisting, writhing mass of energy and trying to force it to stay in the center of your body.
but it’s not staying still – every time you push down on a wave of energy trying to escape in one direction, it just pulses out in the other. maybe, if you just let a little bit of it go, you’ll be able to hold on to the rest of it?
you hold your arm out, intent on discharging a small sound wave – but the cracks on your arm, the light energy seeping out of them in wisps, it scares you, and suddenly that ball of energy is tumbling out of control.
the wave of kinetic energy ripples out of you and slams into the walls of your chamber – they splinter with a deafeningly loud sound, folding and tearing like wet paper into the chambers next to yours, and the one-way mirror shatters into millions of tiny shards. but it doesn’t stop there – the entire building is shaking, and you can hear the other mirrors shattering and see the other walls crumbling throughout the warehouse. and then the ceiling comes down on top of you.
–
shota gets the call at six in the morning. or rather, he gets the call, but hizashi picks it up, because there’s no way in hell that anything is waking him from the dead of sleep on his day off.
except hizashi, who just shakes him awake and hands him the phone, saying, “it’s for you, babe. something about an explosion.”
“eraserhead speaking.” he wants to complain, but he knows it’s not the operator’s fault, and he knows there’s a reason they called him in on his day off.
“we need you to suppress some kind of explosion quirk in the warehouse district. there’s a collapsed, sorry, still collapsing building, and some fire and electricity issues. the fire department is dealing with the parts of the building that are burning, but there are people trapped inside, and the heat signatures indicate that one of them – a child, judging by size – is causing uncontrollable explosions, which are making it difficult to get anyone out. cementoss is currently stabilizing the building.”
“i’ll be there as fast as i can.” he can’t find it in himself to complain anymore.
as shota swings himself across the city on his capture weapon, rapidly approaching the warehouse district, he can see a plume of smoke billowing against the orange of the sunrise. he stops on top of a building and uses a nearby lamppost to lower himself to the ground.
the collapsed warehouse is smoking, and steam is rising off of it in the early morning light, but it is thankfully no longer on fire. cementoss is fusing cement slabs together in an effort to keep it from caving in further, and infrared hero, aptly named infra (hizashi calls her “heat seeker”) is intently watching the building. shota approaches her for debriefing.
“it was hard to see, earlier, with all of the fire interfering, and it’s blurry because of the heat retention of the concrete, but there are at least twenty people inside, half or more of which are children. there’s someone close to the center of the structure who is periodically letting out bursts of heat, and who we assume is also producing some kind of kinetic shockwave.”
“and cementoss has constructed a pathway so i can extract the person without disturbing the rubble and crushing other victims?”
“yes–” infra starts, and is abruptly cut off when the building rumbles, the ground shuddering along with it, the pavement near its base fracturing. “yes,” she pauses, eyes narrowing, “but you might want to wait while cementoss deals with whatever might’ve come loose just now.” she hands him an earpiece so she can direct him to the source of the explosions.
shota stands there, watching the wood and cement and metal smoke and steam, until cementoss gives him the go ahead.
he picks his way through the rubble, listening carefully to infra’s directions. sirens wail in the background, and broken glass crunches under his feet, but he can hear children crying through all of it. shota moves faster, pulls his goggles over his eyes.
infra tells him to stop and look down and to the right. all there is is a pile of debris, and it makes his heart leap into his throat. he starts digging through the chunks of cement, using his capture weapon to pull away particularly heavy or sharp pieces and to keep any large ones from falling. he has to work quickly, or risk getting hit by whatever quirk is hiding under there.
it only takes a few seconds, and then he’s looking down at a child – maybe seven years old, a little kid, curled up in a ball with their arms around their knees. there’s fissures in their skin with light pouring out of them, ashes in their hair. their eyes are glowing a terrifying, brilliant white – shota activates his quirk, hair floating up, and all the light evaporates from that tiny little body, they just look like a normal, scared kid.
it hits him that they really should’ve sent someone who was better with children. maybe gang orca. well, he might as well bite the bullet.
“i’m eraserhead. what’s your name?”
“[surname].” the kid looks up at him, face blank except for a slight frown. “what did you do to me? where did it go?”
shota offers his hand, and they take it, standing up. “where did what go?”
shota doesn’t have an answer.
he leads them out of the rubble, and thank god for the fact that they’re following – he really does not want to deal with a kicking, screaming kid in the middle of an unstable structure. the sunlight glints off of warped rebar, sharp and threatening. he tugs the kid slightly behind him.
“the energy. your hair went up and it went away.”
he has no fucking idea. “you’re right, it went away.” sometimes, telling kids that they’re right is the fastest way to get them to be quiet. surprisingly, it works.
they follow silently, gripping his hand with their tiny, slightly chubby fingers, until they finally get out of the rubble maze. now that the exploding kid is out, it’s safe to extract the other victims.
he crouches down in front of them, still holding their hand. “i’m going to leave you with the medical team, okay? they’re gonna check you over and take you to the hospital, if needed. i have to go get the other people out of there.”
except when shota stands up and tries to move away, they aren’t letting go. he tries stepping away again. it doesn’t work. it’s not just that they’re not letting go, it’s that he can’t break their grip – which is ridiculous, they’re a child, and their hand doesn’t even encompass his, meaning there’s a point where it should, in theory, be easy to break their hold.
theory isn’t holding up.
“you need to let go, or else i can’t get the other people out.” maybe he can guilt them into letting go? thankfully the other heroes on the scene are already digging through the rubble for the other victims.
they shake their head furiously, making some of the ash in their hair fly off. “no, sensei said i have to stay here. i can’t leave.”
shota resists the urge to drag a hand down his face. he really wishes tsukauchi was already here. “this is a school?”
“yes.” they nod solemnly.
“but this is the warehouse district.”
they stare at him. he tries breaking their grip again. they squeeze his hand tighter, and shota hears one of his joints crack.
“you can tell the police about the school and sensei when they get here, but you need to let go. i have to do my job. besides, your sensei is still in there, and i need to go rescue them.”
they cock their head, but loosen their grip a tiny bit. “no, sensei isn’t here. he left with the man who makes purple mist doorways. i think all the teachers left. i felt it, when they disappeared.”
felt it? grip strength? explosions? he can think about whatever the hell is going on with this child’s dangerous, wack ass quirk later. “okay, but the other students are still in there.”
“no,” they scrunch their eyes shut, grip tightening. “i can’t feel them. except amanatsu-chan. no one else is there.”
shota has a horrifying thought about heat signatures and dead bodies. he motions infra and one of cementoss’ sidekicks over.
“where is amanatsu-chan?” he asks, making eye contact with the sidekick, who is paying very close attention to the kid.
“she’s right next to where i was. in the room to the right, ‘cause she’s a month older than me.”
he turns his back to the kid and looks at infra. “that is the only person we need to rescue right now. everyone else is probably dead, according to them.”
infra looks toward the building, scanning. “the heat was probably trapped by the collapsed structure, and the fire made it difficult to see, but now that some of the rubble has been moved and the fire has been put out… there is only one heat signature that could possibly belong to someone who is alive. everything else… not even hypothermic bodies get that low.”
the sidekick rushes off with infra to guide them.
shota drags the kid along with him to the ambulance, which is now useless, with the exception of the two kids, and sits with them while the medical team looks them over. they still won’t let go of his hand, but he could break their hold now, if he needed to. if he wanted to.
he doesn’t.
—
they get the kid to the hospital, only with shota riding in the ambulance next to them, but they’re fine, and so is the other kid – a little girl. the only reason they decide to take the two kids to the hospital in the first place is because there’s nowhere else to take them, and they really, really need to see a quirk specialist. the other kid had some kind of odd, controlling speech effect, and he cannot, for the life of him, figure the first kid’s quirk out.
he leaves them with the quirk specialist, whom both kids use the sensei honorific for – they do that for every nurse and other adult, too – and goes back home to sleep. it’s almost the afternoon, but he doesn’t care. it’s his day off, damn it.
—
fuck that quirk specialist. he and hizashi are going to have to help the kid manage their quirk, according to his medical advice. thankfully, cementoss and tiger are more suited to the second kid.
he picks the problem child up from the train station in civilian clothes, hizashi next to him, cap pulled down to hide his face, hair half-down and not in that ridiculous cockatoo style. the kid’s brand new foster parents give them their phone numbers.
hizashi smiles at the kid and takes their hand, obviously completely forgetting that he’s not dressed as present mic. he does that around kids. “what’s your name, little listener?”
“[surname].” they turn to shota and blink accusingly, like he was supposed to tell hizashi.
“your first name, though?” hizashi prods, and shota laughs quietly through his nose.
“six.”
he stops laughing.
hizashi laughs awkwardly, his complete opposite, and definitely trying to smooth the situation over. “well, do you want to be called something different?”
their eyebrows furrow, and they reach for shota’s hand; he lets them. fine, they can hold both of their hands, dammit.
“is that allowed?”
hizashi gives him a look, one that means what the fuck. “yeah, yeah that’s allowed.”
“i think [first name] would be fine then.” they nod, like it’s an important decision.
“okay, [first name] it is, then. can i call you [first name]-chan, little listener?” hizashi says, starting to walk in the direction of their home. honestly, shota forgot that people use that honorific for children. he tries to avoid them in rescue missions; they’re uncomfortable around him, find him unnerving.
[first name] nods again. “mhm.”
“great! you can call me yamada-sen–” shota activates his quirk to tell him to shut up without actually telling him to shut up in front of the kid.
“no sensei honorific,” he mutters, thinking of the warehouse.
“you can call me yamada. that’s aizawa, kay?”
they nod again.
great, he’s training a child.
—
turns out they don’t need much training. the email from the quirk specialist explained that they could absorb energy and then manipulate its form, but it did not explain the frankly worrying level of precision they had.
they’re standing in the park, across the street from their hero-specialized apartment complex.
“i’m going to scream, kay? and you’re going to try to absorb it, and then we’ll see what you can do.” hizashi is still holding the kid’s hand, fifteen minutes after they’ve gotten back from the train station. shota is starting to worry that he’s getting attached. who is he kidding – of course hizashi is attached.
“aizawa will shut your quirk off if it’s too scary.”
they nod, already frowning in concentration. hizashi steps back and screams “HELLO!” at the lowest level possible. it still makes the grass ripple and the leaves on the trees shimmer. the kid just giggles, unphased, eyes glowing, and the grass and trees behind them are completely still, undisturbed. their control is disturbingly tight.
“again!” they shriek, relaying every bit of hizashi’s volume, and shota has a sickening thought about the types of bonding activities this kid had in that warehouse. training is playtime, to them.
all the pieces fall into place; the blacked out, confidential police reports, the inability to locate biological parents, the overpowered quirk, the ridiculous level of control for a child, sensei, the other children, the number six. quirk trafficking. all for one. collecting successors. his stomach turns.
he jerks back to the present as hizashi laughs and complies, yelling “HELLO!” again. shota can see the worry and caution seeping into his stance, though. they’ve been together long enough that he knows they’re both having the same thought, because hizashi isn’t stupid, and he’s seen every ugly little thing the world has to offer.
this time the kid doesn’t yell back, just holds out their hand. “wanna see what i can do?”
shota gets ready to activate his quirk, and hizashi nods.
their hand bursts into flame. shota’s hair flies up on reflex, a familiar burn in his eyes. the fire goes out, and a blast of light spirals off of their skin and dissipates into the air.
they all try several times more. [name] sends electricity crackling across their arms, drills a hole in the ground with a push of kinetic energy, makes their whole body glow with light, lifts a rock that no child should be able to lift. not once do they seem scared, not once do they hurt hizashi or break anything they don’t mean to.
they don’t need help managing their quirk. they need an outlet. (they need parents).
—
the years pass quickly; he and hizashi get teaching positions at UA, he expels and re-enrolls hundreds of students, works the streets at night. hizashi runs his radio show and works as a daylight hero and teaches english. they train [first name] every weekend, until the kid occupies the spare room at their house and the cats almost like them better than shota. [name] stays with their foster family during the week, and hizashi says he misses them, and shota wishes he could say different. (he doesn’t).
they watch the way they avoid going to their teachers when they need help, avoid going to their parents, and only ever come to them, shota and hizashi. shota thinks they have issues with trust, hizashi says they have issues with authority. shota worries about what that means they see their mentors as – authority figures they can trust. (it doesn’t worry him at all).
they crush exams and don’t talk to other kids, and hizashi and shota only know this because hizashi tries to make dinner table conversation about the kid’s classes and friends, and [name]’s answers are noncommittal, “i’m near the top of the class, okay?” and “i don’t really have any.” they proudly tell them that they punched someone in the face for bullying another kid. they ricochet wildly from sullen and silent to laughing obnoxiously loud. hizashi worries for their social development, shota tells him that they can’t go to parent teacher conferences, because they’re not the damn kid’s parents. (they are. [name]’s foster parents don’t go.)
they get sick after training some days, staying an extra day instead of traveling by train, just lying in bed while their quirk makes their whole body hurt,because it was cultivated for power, not for compatibility with the human body. hizashi calls their parents, who call the school, and he makes them tea with honey and lemon. shota sits in their room with them and the cats. the next day, after they leave, hizashi will say, “it’s just the weekends, but it feels like we’re raising them,” and shota will say, “we’re not.” (they are).
he teaches them how to use a capture weapon after they beg for months. they’re terrible at it. they keep trying. they get better, and they like heroes in black costumes and they listen to english music, and they want to be just like them, and they’re loud and sharp and sarcastic and competitive and sometimes quiet and kind, and it doesn’t make him cry into hizashi’s shoulder at night, it doesn’t. they don’t have a kid. they don’t. (they do).
—
they want to take the UA entrance exam, and shota wants to throw himself in front of a bus. he tells hizashi as much.
“shota, you can’t just expect them to be a civilian. they want to be a hero.” he’s doing his hair, yelling from the bathroom so shota can hear him from where he’s laying in bed, wondering how much longer he can stay there until he has to get up and go teach the brats.
“it’s dangerous, and they’re a kid, hizashi. kids always want to be heroes, it doesn’t mean they have to be.”
“first of all, they’re almost an adult, UA is a college. and even if you still think of them as a little kid, they have training, two mentors, and a burning desire to save the entire world. good luck stopping them. and it’s not like we haven’t been encouraging them for their entire life by giving them said training!”
“but it’s dangerous!” he sits up and slaps the quilt.
he hears hizashi sigh and sees him stick his head back into the bedroom. “they’re in too deep to stop unless they suddenly hate heroes. plus, we literally teach kids how to be heroes. you literally are a hero. you have no room to talk. none.”
“but those kids are–”
“less well-trained? not our kid?” hizashi raises an eyebrow as he cuts him off.
shota shuts his eyes and lays back down. “fuck.” he wants to go back to sleep. “they’re not our kid,” he adds, as an afterthought. it makes his stomach twist.
“sure,” says hizashi, and goes back to doing his hair.
—
“kid,” you hear aizawa say, and you look up from your homework. it’s a saturday.
“yeah?” he’s standing in the doorway, holding a flat, white box, like the kind fancy clothes come in.
aizawa shuffles in and sits on your bed. he pats the space next to him, “sit.”
you set down your pen and sit next to him, cross legged, in your pajamas, eyeing the box. he puts it on your lap and you lift the lid off; inside is a pile of black fabric, one long, thin strip, with threads of metal glinting in it.
“you’ll need it for the exam,” he says, and stands to leave.
you clutch the cool, heavy fabric to your chest, knowing it’s the ticket to your dream, your chance to prove yourself. “thank you.” thank you for believing in me.
“don’t mention it.” of course, kid.
reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* main taglist here,series taglisthere. back to gt&h masterpost.
inspiration inspired by this bag i’m never going to be able to afford *cue tiny violin* but a girl can imagine :)
synopsis basically just the big three spoiling their s/o’s
author’s note also is the big 3 made up of nejire, tamaki, and mirio or is it these three? i don’t know. also if you couldn’t tell i had one person in mind for this but i figured adding the others would be cute too :)
katsuki bakugou;
bakugou is definitely one to get you things without making a big deal of it. he cares about you and he lets you know that, it might not be in huge, emotional gestures but he lets it be known. this man loves you
“isn’t this bag cute, katsu?” you gasped, shuffling in bed to show your fiancé
bakugou scoffed. “that shit’s fucking ugly.” he deadpanned. diverting his attention back to his own phone
“tch. i think it’s cute,” you grumbled, taking your phone away from his face. “too bad it’s fucking two grand.”
bakugou peaked over for one last glimpse, already knowing that bag was going to be yours
you came home the next day, completely clueless to the present that awaited you on your bed
you knew bakugou was out doing hero work so he wouldn’t be home for a while
“what the-” was the first thought you were able to muster. a small smile grew on your face, while you rid yourself of your outerwear
the card on top of the box read, don’t forget i’m a pro hero, dumbass. of course, being signed off with his name
“cocky bastard,” you mumbled
shoto todoroki;
we been knew todoroki’s rich and he got money to spend. and he lovesspending it on you
honestly, he doesn’t see it as a big deal. he loves you and he just simply gets you what you want. that’s all it is
“todoroki, wha—”
“is this not the pair you wanted? i can take them back and get-” todoroki stitched his eyebrows. pulling back the designer shoe box
“no! no! they’re perfect, honey. it’s just— i didn’t expect to get them.”
sometimes tou need to put a leash on him. he legit swipes his cards on wants without blinking, and it’ll all literally be just for you
“___, do you want the regular or mini sized?”
“todoroki, enough.”
izuku midoriya;
king of spoiling his significant other
anything you want, he’s getting it for sure
purse? got it. brand new shoes from your favorite store? getting it. you breathe around a ring for too long? it’s going through shipping as we speak
izuku is so enamored with you he doesn’t even care
“do you like it, ___?” always asks after gifting to you
wants to make sure you’re satisfied. that’s all he wants. so, he doesn’t really care how much he spends, as long as it’s on you it doesn’t matter to him
You and Deku are huge bibliophiles. Your favorite dates are when you go to book stores and get stuck there for hours picking out new books. Deku loves knowledge. He loves to study but he had a love for fantasy and adventure books.
For your anniversary he built you both a study in your house where you can both share your love of books. Now your free time is spent reading books together.
Dekus favorite time in the study is cuddling up to you on the round love seat. He loves carrying you in his lap while he rests his book on your thighs. It’s the perfect position to kiss your forehead and play with your hair. You’re both there for hours, him holding you to him and you being held.
Your favorite reading position is when you drapp your legs over his and he lays a hand on your legs caressing them sweetly. Ever so often you look at each other and he smiles at you with the sweetest smile, eyes glowing with love.
because I think we all need some fluff in our lives <3
-Deku-
HEHASALIST (alongside his list of ideas for dates, ways to ask you out, and your favorite things)
If he really liked a certain pet name his mom said, he read in manga, heard on tv, or whatever, he wrote it down for when he actually had a partner to use them on. So now that he does… it’s go time
He was still really shy and awkward about it at first
Literally practiced in front of a mirror, only to bury his head in a towel when he felt ridiculous about it
Yes, he overthought every single pet name. Was it too basic? Too weird? Didn’t suit you well? Too much of a mouthful? Would it embarrass you?
But after he realized how much you liked pet names, he became a downright natural with it :) sure, he’s a bit more reserved in public, but he has SO many pet names for you in private
He uses honey, sweetie, anddear in public most of the time. They’re simple and don’t extract much attention
Cupcakeandsweetheartare used quite commonly when it’s just the two of you
When he’s feeling goofy he’ll call you cutieor one of those rambling/gibberish type pet names like shnookums
Angelandpreciousare generally used when something is wrong, like when you’re upset and Izuku is trying to be as comforting as possible
If you have a hero name, he probably has some form of a nickname for you based on that :)
He doesn’t add my to the front of a lot of pet names because he isn’t super possessive? I mean he’s obviously stoked to be with you, but he isn’t that outwardly possessive because he’s always worried about being overbearing
-Todoroki Shoto-
Given his childhood, pet names are a bit difficult for him. He’s not exactly used to using them or being called them
That’s not to say he dislikes it. He thinks that pet names are an endearing thing people in relationships, romantic or otherwise, use to show affection. He likes when you call him pet names, though you’re probably the only person who can notice his faint blush
Sometimes, he feels kind of bad about it. He sees all these other couples that have cute pet names for one another. You do the same for him, but he… doesn’t. He doesn’t mention this to you though, because he already feels like enough of a problem with the way you help him with his trauma and uncertainties with affection
So he does his best to figure out pet names for you on his own
It’s slow work, but he eventually finds a few he likes this probably involved bad advice from Kaminari and Sero. He recites them a lot, but no matter how much he practices, he can’t help but feel that… they don’t sound right in his voice
The first pet name he calls you is dear. His heart is racing, but the way you smile at him is all the reward he needs
Dear is basically the only pet name that he uses for you in public, though he may slip up and use the more endearing ones when he doesn’t realize people are listening
Love, honey, anddearest are used pretty commonly in private
He tends to use sweetheartordarlingwhen he’s extra grateful for having you
Preciousorbabyare used when you’re having a rough time, and his voice is always so gentle when he says it
Prince/princess for when he’s spoiling you after stealing Endeavor’s credit cards
: What are you supposed to do when you’re dead friend is suddenly standing before you? : cursing, someone getting hit, mention of murder? : 2008 /: not my best work but o well….yeah also there’ll probably be part 2 to this
This wasn’t how Bakugou wanted his Friday night to turn out. He was supposed to come how to a quiet place. Silence and tranquillity enveloping him as he let himself fall onto the plush cushions of his couch. Maybe there would be a warm meal waiting for him if he was lucky. He could finally let his worn-out muscles take a break from the constant stress they’re under.
Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Or else he wouldn’t be here, standing before a mocking bunny mask. Floppy fabric ears and blood-stained cheeks staring back at him. The sewn-on grin seems to scream ‘punch me’.
“What thefuck are you doing here?” he snarls. He grits his teeth while trying to keep his explosions at bay.
The bunny simply tilts their head as they stay silent. Their long limbs seem to move spiderlike as their body turns. Bakugou’s eyes following their movement.
No. Shit. Fuck. The bunny tilts his head towards the other side as they snag a photo frame from the coffee table. Pointy fingers glide over the glass, lingering on a specific person in the picture.
Bile starts to rise in Bakugou’s throat. Its acidic bitterness only seems to light the fire to his aggression even more.
“Who the fuck are you?”. It’s useless, he knows. Like hell, a villain like ’The Bunny’ will just give up their identity. The silence is killing Bakugou. His nerves on edge and his muscles rippling as he struggles to constrain himself.
He lifts his hands, an explosion already blooming out of his palm. He is ready to blast whoever this might be into bits.
“That’s no way to treat your friends,” a distorted voice says. Great, so this bastard can speak. Bakugou opens his mouth, about to yell their ears of but a simple word shuts him up.
“Kacchan.”. His hand drops to his side his mouth hangs agape. He had dreamed of this moment. Fantasised about the moment he could apologize and hug his friend. He had planned out exactly what he would say. What he’d do, how he’d act. But this wasn’t in the plan.
The bunny’s pointy fingers come up to its face before ripping the mask off. A mop of green hair springs out from underneath. “Cat caught your tongue?” he asks mockingly before running those same fingers through his hair.
“How..”. Bakugou’s throat fails on him. His voice stops working. Is he crying? He wants to tell himself he’s not but he’s honestly not sure anymore. Knees buckling underneath him yet he still manages to keep himself standing up.
“How am I still alive?” Izuku finishes for him. He casts the mask aside, throwing it on the floor before letting his body fall onto the couch, the same couch Bakugou planned to rest on. He lazily drapes his arms over the top of it.
The casualness of his movements mocks Bakugou. As if he isn’t Japan’s most wanted criminal sitting on Japan’s number one hero’s couch.
“Everyone always asks that, you know?” he says he glances down at the picture frames he’s still holding. “It’s getting old.”. He lazily runs his finger over the glass.
“You died. I buried you. Inko fucking mourned you, she still does,” Bakugou says. His voice wavers and he hates himself for it. He’s showing weakness.
“You’d be surprised how easy it is to fake a death,” Izuku says.
Bakugou’s red eyes bore into his green ones. A silence hangs between them. It feels almost surreal to Bakugou. His mind hasn’t caught up to the fact that his friend, or rather ex-friend, is sitting before him and isn’t six feet underground.
While Bakugou’s movements are ragged and forced, Izuku almost seems comical. His body has seemed to adapt to his villainous life. A theatrical elegance laced into his movements.
“I don’t see you as a friend anymore,” he breaks out. Izuku’s eyes grow for a second and so does his smile. He straightens his back as he silently urges Bakugou on to speak.
“I buried my friend,” he says. “You’re not him. You might think you’re him but you’re not. He isn’t this pathetic.” He grits his teeth before lifting his hands again, getting ready to swing at him. Izuku quickly jumps up from the couch.
His eyes glint in mischief as he takes in the sight before him. “Oh, looks like you still haven’t dealt with your anger, Kacchan.”.
The nickname sets him off. He storms towards the green-haired man, fists raised and palms crackling from explosions. That is until he hears a familiar sound.
Both of them look towards the front door. Bakugou’s face slacks with shock while Izuku’s lights up with excitement. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?
Izuku quickly moves the kick his mask underneath the couch before he places the picture frame back. Bakugou eyes linger on the picture for a second. It’s one of the three of you. Bakugou squished in between you and Izuku, his fingers raised behind both of your head to give you bunny ears. Oh, if he could just turn back time.
“'Suki?” you call out. Bakugou fears for his life, or rather, yours. Who knows what the crazed psychopath standing before him will do. “I thought I’d swing by and-”.
Your words stop as you walk into the living room. The bags in your hands drop. Soup spills out of the containers you so meticulous packed. Bright orange curry stains the spotless carpet beneath it. The hot liquid splashes up against your leg, most likely burning your skin though you don’t care.
You try to speak, mouthing opening and closing like a fish. This must be a dream, one of those horrible nightmares Kirishima often gets. That is until a familiar wobbly voice reaches your ears.
“Hi,bunny,” Izuku says. Within a second, he has closed the space between you. Your arms wrap around him instinctively. It’s an awkward hold. You used to be able to rest your chin on his head. Now, his muscled body towers over yours.
“Y-You’re…You’redead,” you whisper against his chest while nuzzling your cheek into him. His body heat seems to bring you a type of peace you haven’t known of in years.
“I know, I know,” he says while running his hands over your back. Sobs break out of your chest as your emotions seem to flow over. Salty rivers running past your burning cheeks and dripping into Izuku’s musky hoodie.
Your body shakes as you grab onto Izuku, painfully so. You’re sure you’re going to leave bruises on his sickly pale skin yet you can’t bring yourself to care. The aching in your chest that you’ve suppressed for years finally seems to boil over.
Hot and heavy emotions spill into your mind. You aren’t sure if the salty taste in your mouth is from biting your lip until blood gushes out of it or the tears streaming down uncontrollably. You’re sure that you look like a mess. Tears and snot dripping down your chin.
Instead of trying to see through your tear-blurred vision, you burry your face further into your friend’s chest.
He’s dead or at least supposed to be. You buried him, cried at his funeral and went through grief for him.
Yet here he is, in the flesh. His voice still sounds the same. He still smells the same. But he is not the same boy you knew years ago. His smile isn’t the same. And his scarred hands sure aren’t the same. Everything about him is the same, yet slightly different, giving you a mental whiplash.
“You have some fucking explaining to do,” Bakugou says. His voice breaks you out of your trance. You pull away from Izuku, your body immediately screaming in protest. You look up at him. It feels strange, you used to be at least a head taller than him
“How the fuck are you still alive?”. Bakugou doesn’t have time for nicknames or formality. Not when he knows that the man standing before him has the blood of at least a hundred on his hands.
Izuku steps away from you, unwinding his arms from your body. Bakugou quickly strides over and pulls you away from the offending man. He pushes you behind him while one hand still grips onto your arm. You want to ask him what the fuck he’s doing but Izuku starts talking before you can.
“It’s a long story,” he says. “Can’t tell you everything but, long story short, I had to fake my death. Some guys were after me but it’s all fixed now!”. The vagueness mixed with his eerie smile only makes him look more like a psychopath.
“All fixed? All-fucking-fixed?”. Boiling anger rising to Bakugou’s head, clouding his thinking. He taking quick steps up to his ex-friend. Izuku doesn’t even flinch when Bakugou grabs onto his neck tightly. “You left. Fucking made us think you’re dead and you think you can just come in and say that everything is fixed?”.
Spit flies out of his mouth and lands on Izuku’s cheek, a shiver of disgust running over his spine at the feeling. Yet the green-haired man can’t stop the excitement from bubbling up at seeing his friend so rilled up.
“Bakugou, Jesus fuck, calm down,” you say. This situation should probably feel more serious than it is. Yet the shock still evident in your body and the adrenaline clouding your mind makes you unable to properly process it all.
“Like hell, I’ll calm down!”. Bakugou finally lets go of Izuku’s throat. A set of cough falls out of the green-haired man’s throat. He smirks as he glances down at the aggressive blond.
“Come on, Kacchan, we shouldn’t do this in front of our little bunny,” Izuku says with a smirk. The gears finally seem to click in his mind. Suddenly, the bunny mask, the name, the costume, it all makes sense.
“You sick fuck!” Bakugou yells before landing a hit square on Izuku’s jaw. He stumbles back a bit, taken aback at Bakugou’s sudden outburst. The blond takes the opportunity to land another punch right on his nose.
A wet crunch sounds through the room. You cringe as you feel bile rise in your throat from the sound. “Izuku!” you yell out as you try to get to your friend or ex-friend, you’re not sure.
Bakugou stops you thought, his arms wrapping around your body and spinning you away from the green-haired freak. You pound your hand on his arms pleading with him to let you go but your ministrations do nothing to the number one hero.
Izuku laughs as he wipes away the blood dripping from his nose, tainting the grimy grey of his hoodie with it. “You’re gonna regret that, Kacchan,” he says. Bakugou doesn’t even give him the light of day as he makes his way out of his apartment with light speed
Your throat grows dry and painful as you plead Bakugou to let you. To let you go to him. “It’s okay, he’s gone,” Bakugou says.
You shake your head violently as you claw at his back, trying to get his arms to loosen their hold. “I need to see him. I gotta-I gotta see him. Suki,please!”. The hoarseness of your voice shoots painful stabs into Bakugou’s heart.
But he doesn’t let his mind linger too long, running down the stairs two steps at a time. All he can focus on is getting you away from that creep before he can touch you again.
“Please, I can’t leave him again,” you sob out. Bakugou simply lays on hand on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Thankfully he doesn’t see Izuku following behind him.
“Please, not again,” you say before your voice bursts out in sobs again. Fuck, how much Bakugou wants to blast that fuckers skull in. He’s sure his friends at the police force wouldn’t mind turning a blind eye for him. But that’ll have to wait until later. Now he needs to focus on keeping you safe, safe from him.
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.”
Dilf retired assassin Izuku meeting you at the parent teacher night. You hand to stand in for your sibling since your parents were away. Your in the last year of college and already living alone. He chats you up while his kid and your sibling hang out and gossip about the teachers. He’s kind and has a sweet smile but for some reason you can feel something dark and dangerous coming from him. As your leaving he stops you and asks for your number. He’s blushing and rubs the back of his head with a scared hand. You give it to him with a smile. By the time you get home you already have a text from him.
The two of you chat and message for a little over a week when he finally asks you out. You go on a nice simple date. When he brings you home at the end of the night you invite him in. He’s got a cute but strong face and his body is so damn ripped. You leaned against him while talking and you could swear you could feel some of his veins.
This man is wild. He walked in to your apartment and within 5 minutes was fucking you up against the wall. He hammered at your cervix refusing to give your pussy a break. When you squirted against his groin and stomach he laughed and changed his angle to make you cum again. You scream his name clawing at his back and begging him to make you cum again.
“Fuck you look like a pretty fuck doll on my cock. I never thought someone like me would get to see something so beautiful.”
Izuku dotes on you. It honestly gets ridiculous sometimes. He’s so willing to do anything to make your life easier, insisting on grabbing whatever you need from the other room so you don’t have to get up, opening doors, jars, coats, making sure everything you want is stocked in his apartment. He learned how to style hair so he could take care of it for you on the mornings after he fucked you silly wore you out. Once when you were out walking together he noticed your shoelace came untied and dropped to his haunches to redo it for you. The paparazzi had a field day with that one.
A/N + Summary: Once again, my daydreams are getting the better of my day. So I figured I’d share one of the dirtier ones that’s been on my mind lately.
Just imagine if One for All caused Deku to experience heat cycles. Then one day, the two of you were out(you’d tried to keep Deku at home, but his desire to save others often trumps out anything else, despite his never ending discomfort), and after a long day of hero work, the two of you had gotten on the train to head home. You knew Deku had been having trouble that day, and the way he clung to you definitely showed it.
Not proofread, sorry
Warnings: Mommy kink(alot of it, srry), sub deku, public sex, ahegao, handjobs on a train, t h i g h
ATR(About the Reader)
Reader is taller than Deku
Reader is a very high ranked hero
Reader is wearing a huge jacket(there’s a reason I promise)
Reader can’t make up her fucking mind
Reader is AFAB
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As bluntly as it could be said, the train was awfully slow. It seemed that way, at least. The crowd of people surrounding you and your boyfriend seemed to cause it to go even slower. An awful day for it to slow down, you thought, just as you began to feel Deku grow restless. You could feel his breath against you as he clung to you, face buried in your chest. His breathing was heavy. It was hard for him to distract himself when he was so close to you. Your scent enveloped him, the same scent he’d found himself addicted to, so it was no wonder he couldn’t stop himself from clinging to you.
“Deku…” you whispered, though he could barely hear you “Deku…! You have to hold it together. I know it’s difficult, but please try and wait until we get home.” After awhile, just when you’d started to give up hope on him even hearing, he answered.
“I-I….I c-can’t…wa-want you…wanna…wanna cum for mommy…” he began to plead, starting to grind himself against your thigh “F-forgive me…I’ve been such a bad…boy today…” your heart squeezed, he must’ve been struggling so much “p-plea-please…forgive me…p-please…”his tongue fell out as he openly panted, growing needy for more friction against his strained cock. “Baby…you know we can’t, we’re heroes! Imagine if someone caught us…!”
Itwas illegal…as far as you could tell(even for heroes of your status).
Still, you couldn’t help but want to assist him in some way. You looked around, then sighed. Your baby needed help, and you were a hero after all.
Hishero.
And just like that, your thigh lifted up and pressed against his manhood, eliciting an immediate response. Izuku’s mouth opened wide, tongue sticking out as you began gently please him. His lewd expression amplified when he began to desperately rut into your soft flesh, taking your action as a go ahead. His eyes rolled back, and you pressed him against your body in an attempt to hide him.
You just had to go and choose a lover who couldn’t keep his vocals(or facial expressions) in check. Weirdo.
Almost immediately, he began to aggressively rut his crotch against your thigh. His mindless babbling continues of course
“F-fuck, s-s-so good mommy…please…please don’t st-ahHh-!” his face was pressed into your chest once again and(as if on instinct) he began to suck on the flesh that resided there. “S-so good…l-love you mo-mommy….wanna..wanna b-be a good boy for…for you..! Wanna cum…mommy…wanna cum for you…p-please..!”
“Shhh, it’s ok baby, mommy’ll let you cum, but you gotta be good and stay as quiet as possible, kay?” his cock throbbed at the chance of being good for you “Y-yes…I’ll be good..I’ll d-d-do my…mmMmy be-est…!” the boy had reached his high, burying his face in your clothing as his face morphed into the most lewd expression he’d ever made before. Izuku’s cock spurted into his boxers as his hips twitched and rolled against you, riding out his orgasm while he creamed all over himself.
The green haired boy wheezed against your frame, now coming down from an intense high. Possibly, the excitement of getting it on whilst on the train added to the excitement(it definitely did).
You figured you’d helped him calm down, and now he’d be able to wait until the two of you were home. That was, until he began to rut himself against you once more. “D-Deku…!” you whisper cried, this time a little more frantic “Listen, I gave you some leeway before but I’m serious this time! Please, try your best to hold out…!” his rutting continued, followed by many apologies “I’m so-sorry mommy…it won’t- it won’t stop…I-I..I can’t…!”
At that point, you were far too nervous to let this happen. So you grabbed Izuku’s soft cheeks(the ones on his face, anyway), and gave him a look so serious it almost scared the heat right out of him.
“Listen, Deku,” you said, softening your gaze almost immediately, as if looking into those eyes of his was enough to crack your attempt at a solid exterior “I know this is tough..but we can’t do this here,” even though you just did “you hear me? We can’t.So please…please…try and hold on till we get home..”
And then he stopped. He tried to at least.
He clutched onto you tighter than ever, holding himself still with a will he never knew he had. He couldn’t disappoint you. He couldn’t upset you. So he stopped.
Until he couldn’t.
Until it hurt.
Small groans began to escape from him after about five long minutes, and you began to worry. “B-baby…? It’s ok, baby…we’re almost there.”
“I-It hurts…” he whispered. Your heart broke. He was hurting himself to hold out for you. Oh, Izuku. What a lousy hero you were, putting your public image above his needs. Above something about him that he had no control over. No, that was enough of that. Fuck that. Fuck the law.
You loved Deku. You’d do anything for him. You were hishero, after all.
You felt you owed him this much, so with haste, you unzipped your jacket and wrapped it around him. It was huge, so it’d work nicely. “Y-Y/N…? W-what’s…” he inquired, just as you pulled him flush against your thigh once again. “Don’t worry, baby. Just hold on and mommy’ll fix everything.” Izuku gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth as he subconsciously attempted to follow your order to stay quiet.
It was hot. He was hot. Even moreso when you pulled out his cock and began to stroke it for all it’s worth. The bus was crowded, no one would know. You even considered getting down and sucking him off, but then, how would he stay quiet? As much as he could, anyway.
You’re hands always felt like heaven to him, so he couldn’t help but cry out for you as you began to pleasure his needy cock.
“M-mommy…th-that’s…n-no..I ca-can’t- I’ll cum- I’ll cum a-again…!” despite his weak protests, the way he mindlessly fucked himself into your hand gave him away. “S-so…so good…Mommy’s so…a-ahHah..g-gonna…go-gonna lose my- m-my mind…so gooood~” He kept his head down so the chatter of the train, mixed with your jacket kept him somewhat quiet. When he gripped onto you, beginning to moan at staccato, you knew he was close. He was gonna cum again, and you knew, but you didn’t care.
“M-mommy…! I-I can’t t-take it…! I’m gonna cum..! Gonna cum for mommy…gonna be a…a good boy…! Gotta cum…wanna cum…p-please! S-so good! Love you..love you..love m-mommy..!” You felt your heart swell at the honest confession, as well as him bucking into your hand. You watched as Izuku lost himself to you, forgetting about everything but you.
“I love you, too. Go ahead baby, you’re such a good boy. Cum for mommy, ok?”
And so he did. Pushing his cock back into his hero suit, you used your thigh the rest of the way, assuming he didn’t mind the mess it would cause. You tilted his head up, crashing your lips into his as those beautiful green eyes rolled back once again, eventually closing. Izuku squealed against your lips, drowning in ecstasy until finally, he began to come back down
Until
It moved again. Your thigh. His whimpers began again as well, overstimulated. You wanted to relieve him to the best of your ability.
You weren’t done.
One more time.
You know,
FINISH HIIIIMM
Like they say in those fighting games.
Your thigh pushed against him once again, making it much harder for him to control himself. Poor baby hadn’t been able to calm himself down. His hips bucked against you, moans stopping and starting with each thrust. “O-ohHh, f-fuck…mommy…can-can’t..! M-my hips won’t st-stop..! So g-good…a-amaz-zing…” Tongue out, eyes back, full ahegao. At this point, he’d gotten on his tip toes to keep the friction going. And you were right there with him, egging him on.
“Good boy. That’s right. Such a good boy for me, cum lots okay?”
You zipped your jacket up higher, as to cover his head, pressing him against you as hard as possible. He screeched. Screamed. He couldn’t take it. His tongue hung out, and he practically vibrated against you.
It was enough to cause the passengers to look around. Luckily, the only opening on your jacket was the one that allowed for your legs, so most of his sound was directed downwards. And when you looked around all confused as well, the passengers were none the wiser.
despite the obvious buldge in your jacket and probably the light smell of cum but like who cares this is fanfiction and logic doesn’t exist
And then,finally,it was your stop. But Deku wouldn’t move. Then you realized.
He’d passed out!
Luckily you were strong, so you hoisted him up and hurried out, making sure to unzip the top of your jacket so he could breath. You sped home, ignoring fans and trying to lay low.
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Izuku’s hair fluffed up when you removed him makeshift bed you’d unknowingly created for him. You laid him gently against the bed, unzipping his hero suit to deal with the first issue. It was revealed to you then. And it was nothing short of…
Disgusting.
But alas, not all heroes wear capes. Some wash clothes. So as easily as possible(and without gagging) you peeled the suit off of him. Hurriedly, you took it off and got to wiping your lover down, careful not to wake him. Once that was finished, you went to take care of the suit you ruined. And once that was done, you were done. Except you weren’t.
When you finally got back to your room you realized you also had to clothe Deku. Of course, this would only be the case had you not found him awake and on his stomach, flashing that plump ass toward you.
“Mommy…?” he called “I love you~” the green hero shook his ass teasingly, peering back at you with those eyes you’d fallen in love with so long ago.
Whew, boy. Who knew being with the number one hero would be so much work?
✸ BAKUGO huffs out a laugh when your head comes to rest on his shoulder not even halfway through the movie youinsisted on watching. if you were awake, he’d say “i told you so,” but he was willing to set his competitive nature aside to shamelessly stare at your sleeping figure. while the sight of you resting so tranquilly was one he could swear he’d never get tired of, he’d rather you not wake up with a sore neck due to what had to have been an uncomfortable position. so he carefully slides a hand beneath your head, slipping out from under you before hooking his arm below your knees and effortlessly carrying you back to the bedroom. he’s quick to shut off the tv and lights before joining you on the mattress and wrapping you in his warmth.
✸ DEKU only realizes you’ve knocked out when you fail to answer his question even after he repeats himself. he figures either the soothing circles he was tracing on your arm or the sound of his voice as he rambled on about the book he was reading must have lulled you asleep. your head had made a home on his lap and the rise and fall of your chest was steady with slumber. the last thing he wants to do is wake you, so he leaves you be, keeping as still as he can as he reaches over to grab the blanket hanging from the arm of the couch. unfolding it comes as a bit of a challenge, but he easily drapes the fabric over you, brushing any hair away from your forehead to place a kiss on the skin.
✸ SERO smiles and pulls out his phone, seeing it as an opportunity to expand the content of his camera roll. he even goes as far as making cute little poses, but nothing enough to disturb you; like forming half of a heart with his hand and holding it up to your cheek with a goofy grin playing at his lips as he presses the shutter button. when he’s had his fun using you as a model, he browses through each photo he’s taken before he lands on the one he likes the most, setting it as his new lock screen. he knows you’ll end up giving him shit for it the next morning, and while the does smirk that appears on his face whenever you point an accusing finger at him for taking unflattering pictures of you is inevitable, he truly does find you beautiful when you’re asleep.
✸ SHINSOU is more than familiar with your tendency to crawl on top of him and get comfortable as if you were one of his beloved feline friends. though, your cheek is usually pressed to his chest so that you can see the television. if not that, your chin rests on his sternum as you tell him about your day, your fingers leisurely running through his hair. so when you’re unimpressed groans at the events playing out on your favorite show fail to fill the room, shinsou’s focus turns from his phone to your unmoving figure. the light that reflects in your irises as you stare intently at the screen is missing, traded in for closed eyelids and thick eyelashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks. he silently smiles, locking his phone and setting it to the side before wrapping his arms around you to join you in dreamland.
thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
warning:18+ only,mdni,not smut, heavy angst, prostitution, mention of drugs, mention of murder, mention of violence, cigarette use, cheating, mention of breaking in, depictions of corrupt society, bnha war-arc ending spoilers, suggestive, aged up characters
w/c:2.4k
summary: you heard the rumors that heroes loved to pick up “playthings” like you, but you did not expect to the Number One Hero pulling up for you.
a/n: here it is! i had a lot of different media that influenced this! hope you all enjoy!
The streetlamps hung low, dim lights illuminating the trash-filled streets. Mice scurried around on the concrete floor with the pungent smell of sulfur wafting in the area. Clouds covered the star-filled sky, leaving only the moon to dwell and look down upon the earth.
Many people didn’t like talking about the slums of Mustafa. The crime was incredibly high, yet no heroes dared to enter and combat it. It was common to see people strung high, empty needles littering the grounds. It was also common to see bodies of victims, some of them burnt to a crisp thanks to the League of Villains and yakuza organizations.
The League and Yakuza were extremely influential here—thriving on the vulnerability of the community around you. Many people had dealings with them as it was one of the only places that offered fast and good money. Both the League and the yakuza high ranks were cowards, seeing the citizens of the areas as mere pawns for whatever they were planning. Sadly, many of those people would be pushed out to fight bigger heroes only to disappear in cells.
Your back was pressed against the night lamp, exhaling the toxic fumes of the cigarette in your hand. The ambers from the buds glowed before softening as you pushed the cigarette away from your lips, blowing the smoke out. The nicotine renewed your body with little energy, something you needed if you were going to work tonight.
Author’s Note: So this actually happened to me. I went into a Haunted House with my younger brother and we were having a good time. Haunted Houses don’t scare me because I used to work at them. I’ve worked at this particular haunted house for five years. I’m used to making jokes when going through them. However, I ended up losing my brother during the Haunted House this year and started panicking. He was too freaked out by one of the chainsaws so he had to leave. Thankfully, we ended up finding each other when I exited the building. The scariest part of the whole thing wasn’t the Haunted House but me thinking I lost my brother or that he was hurt somewhere. Chainsaws were nothing compared to thinking that he was gone. So I decided to write this little BNHA head cannons of what would happen if you and your boyfriend were separated and lost each other during one. Now that the introduction is out of the way, let’s continue.
Didn’t really like the idea of going into a Haunted House.
But since you’re his precious girlfriend he went with you, despite all rational thoughts that he shouldn’t be here.
Admires the decorations up front and the makeup details all of the people were wearing.
Of course, you two dressed up as well. With him as a spooky ghost and you as a witch.
Took a few photos of you because gosh darn it he loves you and you’re so cute.
Was getting nervous when you two approached the entrance to the attraction and instinctively grabbed your hand.
His heart exploded when he was told to go.
Creeped out the whole time and flinched every time there was a jump scare.
Doesn’t like the clown horns. They get him every time.
Your kisses however called him down a lot and helped him get through the worst of it.
However, he got spooked out by a Leatherface looking at him eerily with an active chainsaw and he booked it.
Eventually, he stopped once he no longer heard the sound of a chainsaw after him.
He however, starts to panic when he realizes you’re nowhere to be found.
Asks a couple of people if they’ve seen you but they don’t.
Doesn’t want to overreact and knows you can take care of yourself.
Decides to get through the rest of this Haunted House quickly so he can find you.
Brave hero Deku blazes through the rest of the spooky stuff because he was too preoccupied to find you.
Eventually, gets back to the entrance and desperately starts searching for you.
Finds you holding a poor kid in your arms. The kid is crying and wants his mommy.
You explain that you found the poor kid crying and refusing to go on further.
Picking him up, you took one of the emergency exits and left telling the staff that there was a lost boy who was looking for his mom.
Is relieved you’re okay but begs you next time to let him know so that way he doesn’t have to worry.
He also admires your kindness to help this poor kid out.
The child reunites with his mom and Izuku explains the rest of what you missed while you were busy.
He was very adamant about not going to this but you tried every trick in the book until he accepted.
The only thing that convinced him to go was when you called him a chicken and that you would ask Deku to go since he’s brave.
“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?! LIKE HELL DEKU IS BRAVER THAN ME! I’LL GO WITH YOU TO THE SHITTY HOUSE!”
And just like that you were here with your growling boyfriend who only came here because of your teasing.
He was dressed as a werewolf and you were little red riding hood.
Takes a sneak photo of you when you were admiring the decorations and makes it his lockscreen.
Almost gets into a fight with one guy because Katsuki thought he was checking out your ass.
Eventually, the two of you made your way inside.
Had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you close into him.
Wasn’t all that bothered by the employees but the loud sound effects were kind of annoying.
Thought some of the gore was pretty cool though.
Eventually, the two of you had to climb up a ladder and he went first so he didn’t have to hear anymore of the loud horns.
Waited at the top for you even though he was impatient and started to wonder what the hell is taking so long.
Goes down and frowns when he realizes you’re not down there. Starts yelling for you and walking the opposite way despite the protests of the employees.
Internally starts worrying that you got too scared or some shitty villain kidnapped you while you two were out.
Hates himself for going up the ladder first rather than you going first or together.
Hears distant screams out on the exits and runs out it.
See’s you glaring down at the creep who was eyeing you earlier.
That’s when you explain when you climbed up the ladder, the pervert flipped up your skirt and made disgusting comments about your body.
You punched him in the face and went after the sicko when he ran off.
Katsuki’s eyes blazed with fury and he kicked the creep in the stomach.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! TREAT MY GIRL LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I’LL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME?!”
You cheered him on in the back, which made Katsuki’s chest swell with pride.
Katsuki took you both back to his place for his own Halloween fun with you~
At first, he thought you meant like an actual haunted house like with pagan rituals and spirits.
You had to clarify what exactly you mean by a haunted house.
He decided to go, since you were very adamant about going yourself.
Of course you two dressed up as Dracula and his bride.
Took a selfie together because Shoto with his hair slicked to the side is something you love with all your heart.
Shoto admired all the pumpkin carvings and you two promised to carve on some pumpkins together.
As the both of you were getting closer to the entrance, he noticed how stiff you had become.
Asks if you were okay and you assured him nothing was wrong.
Didn’t think much of it and went into the Haunted House with you.
Wasn’t scared during the attraction and just focused on holding your hand and not tripping on any props.
Wonders how that person can see without their head and how they got some of the props to move.
He sees a man in a pig mask with a chainsaw and takes off running with you.
Didn’t like the chainsaw noise and he wasn’t sure why. It just made him uncomfortable.
However, he realizes that your hand slipped away from his and starts to fret over what happened to you.
Heads back, calling your name and desperately trying to find out where you were.
Thinks he’s a terrible boyfriend for not realizing you were missing and he should have noticed sooner.
Is thinking about calling the police but he eventually finds you huddled in a dark corner whimpering.
Quickly scoops you into his arms and holds you closely to him.
Asks what happened and you explained that you got too scared and accidentally let go of his hand.
He feels like an idiot for not noticing that you were freaking out earlier before they even started the Haunted House.
Carries you the rest of the way through as your head is buried into his arms.
Shoots ice cold glares at anyone who gets to close.
The two of you exit the Haunted House and he kisses you on the cheek saying that you two could just stick to carving pumpkins instead.
Mentions how UA is throwing a Haunted House and invites you to join in on the fun.
Wanting to be the supporting wife, you agree.
He was dressed up as a skeleton, you called him handsome and he couldn’t stop blushing after that compliment.
You are dressed up as Morticia Addams and Toshi is living for it.
Call him mon cher in a sexy voice and he’ll cough out blood.
You two are going to be Gomez and Morticia Addams together next year.
Loves how you interact with some of the kids and compliment their costumes, thinks you’re so lovely.
You kiss him under the black rose mistletoe and he almost fainted.
Midnight and Present Mic tease him about the red lipstick that’s on him and he rushes to the bathroom to wipe it off.
You two decide to participate in the Haunted House for fun and began your adventure together.
Toshi admires how creative the students got with their quirks when they did the attraction and compliments all of them.
Thought using Bakugou’s explosion as the sound effect was cool but very jarring to his poor ears.
Suddenly, he notices you aren’t behind him and begins nervously looking around for you.
Wonders when he lost you or if you got distracted along the way.
Starts getting more concerned when he doesn’t see anyone else around.
Thinks you might have gotten hurt and is ready to head to the exit to call in a search party for you when he was making no progress.
He then see’s a bloody Mina say in a creepy voice.
“The Devil King has the fair maiden….you must rescue her…”
Without fail, he continued on and ended up seeing you wrapped in tape courtesy of Sero while the Devil King Kirishima laughed wickedly.
“I have captured the lovely woman and she will become my bride! And not even you Skeleton King can stop me!”
Looks at you with a playful look in his eyes.
“You have nothing to worry about my love! For I AM HERE!”
With his best All Might voice he raced to you and scooped you into his arms.
“Haha! Very clever Skeleton King! But you’ll have to get passed my minions first!”
Sees more of Class 1-A in scary costumes but he continues playing the part of the hero and rescuing you away from these nefarious foes.
The two of you made it back to the entrance and ended up laughing at the ridiculous stunt the students pulled on you two.
Even though he retired as All Might, he was still the hero of your little adventure.
However, you did reward Toshi with an extra special treat for rescuing you that night~
Why of all the things did Nezu agree for the students to have a Haunted House attraction set up at UA?
He sees them enough as it is, why can’t he catch a break?
You come along for the ride to help and keep your husband company.
Forces him to be more festive and wear a Halloween costume.
He’s a mummy and you’re Cleopatra.
The kids snicker when they see his getup and he’s not amused in the slightest.
He does think you look beautiful in your costume though and is appreciative that you took the time out of your day to help him out.
Gets mad at Mic when he mentions how gorgeous you are in the dress and Aizawa gets back at him with a fake spider.
The students insist that he goes through the Haunted House as they were close to wrapping up ha and he’s reluctant to go until you offer to go with him as support.
The two of you walk through the Haunted House as he’s mostly aggravated by the loud sounds and people.
However, he does notice how the scares get to you and he puts an arm around your waist to ease you.
Gets distracted when Bakugou starts a fight with Denki and scolds the two of them harshly.
But he’s lost sight of you as you went on ahead.
Starts going through the corn maze and hears a distant roar up ahead.
Along with your screams of terror.
“Shit.”
Starts picking up the pace as he worries about what was going on or if one of the students possibly took it too far.
Is ready to kick ass to keep you safe.
Your curled up in a ball shaking and tearing up as Tokoyami looks ashamed.
“I’m sorry sir. Dark Shadow got out of control and really terrified her.”
Will talk to him about it later but wants to get you somewhere safe.
Picks you up and takes you out one of the exits and rubs your back smoothly as he whispers words of assurances to you.
Eventually, you become calm and apologize for ruining it.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now, let’s get this place cleaned up so we can go home and sleep.”
He held you very close to him that night.
Why are you insistent on going to a Haunted House? The League of Villains is full of actual evil people!
You want to go for fun and he starts wondering if you were Toga in disguise.
Agrees to go to keep you safe and to make sure no horny pigs try to flirt with you.
Doesn’t dress up because he’s not going to go looking like some clown.
Although you tried to convince him that him being dressed up as the Grim Reaper would be super hot.
He might dress up like one next year since you said that though.
You dressed up as Harley Quinn and he can’t stop staring at your legs and ass.
Wants to disintegrate that costume and have his way with you.
As you’re both standing in line waiting, a guy in creepy Halloween costume started flirting with you.
Tomura wanted to kill him but you turned down the man with your response.
“Sorry but I’m happily taken with my boyfriend.”
The guy looked miffed but walked away.
Avoids eye contact and just sticks to being close at your side while you do most of the chatting with the ticket person.
Keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder with a pinky out.
Gives everyone his death glare and some are too afraid to even try and scare him.
He did chuckle a few times when you got scared.
However, the two of you were stopped by some guy that had a mask and butcher knife with him.
He mocked your boyfriend about his creepy appearance and how you would have a much better night with him.
Tomura had enough of the guy and began choking him one hand against the wall.
“(Y/N) is mine and mine alone!”
With that, he turned to man to ash and that’s when he noticed you weren’t with him.
With a groan of frustration he went on ahead looking for you. He was really starting to regret coming here now.
Was getting kind of worried because he couldn’t find you.
His hands start twitching and he’s about ready to crumble this place to pieces.
Eventually, he heard the sound of a door slamming shut and he went out it.
That’s when he saw his girlfriend holding the man in a headlock as he was gagging for air.
You had a knife that Toga gave you as a birthday gift, up to his throat and threatening to slice him.
Tomura noticed it was the same man that had flirted with you in line as you explained to him and his buddy from earlier were attempting to kidnap you.
The friend was supposed to distract your boyfriend while you were going to be taken away from behind.
Unfortunately, the two idiots didn’t know you were both members of the League of Villains so that backfired on them.
Tomura witnessed as you killed the man as he begged for mercy, the leader was extremely giddy seeing his woman take down that chump with ease and no witnesses.
The two of you went home to celebrate the rest of Halloween and for Tomura to show who you truly belonged to~
Dabi thought it sounded like a huge waste of time.
But when he hears up you’re going dressed up as a sexy nurse and want him to play the part of the Mad Doctor, he’s in.
Because he wants you to do some roleplaying with him when you’re both finished.
It takes everything he has in him to not peel off that outfit slowly when he first sees you in it.
He does feel flattered when you comment on how handsome he looks as a doctor.
Keeps you close to his side so no assholes try anything on you.
Had a few people who really enjoyed his “makeup” to which he just shrugged and thanked them.
Someone is dressed up as the flame hero Endeavour, which made Dabi very grumpy.
To make Dabi laugh you use your telekinesis quirk to pull down the guys pants.
It works, Dabi loses his shit and laughs like a maniac.
The two of you began going through the Haunted House while making jokes all the way through it.
One of the demons comes up to you.
“Leave…”
“Okay.”
Dabi likes it whenever one of the jumpscares gets to you and he teases you for it.
You both groaned when you realized you had to crawl through a wooden pathway and Dabi went in first to get it over with.
It was a real pain to get through with his long doctor coat but he finally managed to make it through.
He was waiting for you and called out your name but you didn’t respond.
With a furrowed brows he kept calling your name over and over again but he still got no response.
Starting to get worried, he was about to crawl in and see where you went when he heard your voice call his name.
You explained to him that your top got stuck on one of the splinters and your shirt ended up getting ripped in the process.
Dabi felt relieved that you were okay but brushed it off by whistling that you were planning on giving him a show early.
You snapped at him that other people were beginning to crawl through as well and asked to borrow his doctor coat.
Being the best boyfriend he was, he gave you with white doctor trench coat to wear as you wrapped it around your torso.
You thanked him for the coat and Dabi said with a wink.
