synopsis: after turning down every christmas party invitation out of habit (except for the obligatory one his agency put on every year) shoto realizes he is in fact alone on christmas. he managed to not throw out the invitation for his apartment building’s party, so he finds himself there for the evening, thinking he’ll just steal some complimentary cookies and call it a night. He finds himself spending the day much better than expected, despite being by himself this year.
content:mentions of christmas and all that it brings, lonely shoto, todoroki-family-issues, strangers to more, alcohol, sassy shoto, funny shoto bc he truly is, fluff, pro hero au, mention of sibling-like relationship between shoto and katsuki bc um yes, mainly me talking about shoto and christmas
word count:1.7k
a/n: merry christmas if you celebrate and happy holidays!! I hope you guys like this <3
In retrospect, his situation really was really his own fault.
Every single one of his friends had invited him to some sort of Christmas party. Well, any friends that were currently in the country. His closest three friends had all gone abroad and were spending Christmas there, flying their families in as surprises. It was incredibly sweet, but it did not keep Shoto from deadpanning to them that he had been “abandoned.” Thankfully, as the foundations of his humor, his friends all laughed at his lack of enthusiasm and saw through his bad pout and wished him happy holidays. Shoto had never been very good at sarcasm, even all these years later.
His other friends, bless them, had all invited him to holiday parties. “It’s fun to go to all of them,” Kirishima had explained when Shoto had asked how it was possible to RSVP to every single one of them, as he and Denki had been doing right in front of him during their get-together at the bar they all liked two weeks ago. “Last year Denki and I managed to go to all of them twice!”
As he listened to their stories he’d decided he would not be participating. It seemed way too overwhelming for him, even on a day where he’d had three cups of coffee. No one took any offense, which Shoto had been very concerned about. But everyone who invited him knew him enough to understand his reasoning, which led to him feeling excellent about turning down every invitation until he realized, as he was at his agency’s yearly Christmas Eve party, that he had no party to go to tomorrow.
Shoto thought about calling his siblings, but instantly shut that idea down. They all had their own families to be with, and he really didn’t feel like being the odd uncle on Christmas. Plus he was pretty sure they’d caught on to the fact that he’dbeen the one to give everyone the cold at Thanksgiving, and he really did not want to be harassed about that.
For now, he decided, scanning the agency with careful eyes. He’d hunt for leftovers to take home with him.
Which meant he’d have to be the last one standing. He eyed his coworkers, sizing them up as threats. Some of them were already tipsy. He took a class of whatever was being served for himself and chugged it quickly, knowing he’d need a little alcohol in his system in order to survive however long this social event chose to be.
An hour and a half later, after he’d helped clean up and offered to take the leftovers with him, he successfully made his way home, not able to keep the small smile off his face. The leftovers were some finger sandwiches he’d grown very fond of, a bottle of sparkling cider, and half of a cheesecake. No Christmas cookies, but that was excusable. He’d look for some tomorrow. Plus, his leftover hunt was more of an odd tradition Shoto had started at every party he went to. Sometimes he failed, but more often than not he was successful. People were always more than willing to get rid of leftover food that would just sit in their fridge for a week, untouched.
The doorman of his apartment building helped him open the doors for him, which he thanked him for gratefully.
Skillfully balancing his treasures on one arm as he pressed the elevator button for his floor, Shoto saw the flyer for the Holiday party to be held in the lobby tomorrow evening. The art of the cookies is what caught his eye the most, and as he scanned the flyer he saw the bolded words: “Cookies will be provided.”
“Cookies?” he heard someone quietly say beside him. He jumped, almost dropping his things in shock before quickly regaining his composure.
“Sorry!” they cried, reaching forward as though to catch the things in his arms, dropping their arms to their side in relief when nothing fell. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright,” he replied. “I’m quite excited for the promise of cookies, too.”
Y/N—that was their name, Shoto wasn’t the type of hoodlum to forget the name of his own neighbor—smiled at him, almost nervously.
He resisted the urge to frown at himself. Most people thought he was too scary to approach, which was something he’d grown accustomed to over the years. Didn’t mean he liked it very much, though.
Thankfully, Y/N didn’t seem to be one of those people.
“Sorry, do you need help carrying that?” they asked, already moving to take the top two containers away from his pile, leaving him with the remaining two.
“Oh, thank you,” Shoto said, stepping into the newly arrived elevator with them and hitting the button for their floor.
“So, do you think you’ll be going to take advantage of the free cookies?” Y/N asked as the elevator made its journey upwards. And for once, Shoto wasn’t dreading the painstakingly slow speed the elevator went at. Y/N really was quite pleasant to be around, he quickly came to remember.
“Probably,” Shoto replied. “Will you?”
Y/N shrugged. “Most likely.”
If you go, I definitely will, was what Shoto wanted to say. But it sounded like something he’d tell his friends when he was younger when they both wanted to go do something but needed motivation to do so.
The elevator arrived at their floor, and Y/N patiently waited for Shoto to unlock his apartment and set down the things he was carrying on his table before handing what they were carrying over. Too late, he realized in horror his rude mistake.
“Oh I’m sorry, come in,” he hurriedly said, praying it wasn’t too late and that Y/N didn’t think he was the worst person in the world and that any chance of them sharing Christmas cookies was ruined all because he’d forgotten his manners. Fuyumi and Katsuki would be ashamed of him, being the siblings they were.
“Oh, no, that’s okay!” Y/N rushed. “I’ll see you tomorrow in the lobby!”
And with that they were gone, disappearing into their own apartment after giving Shoto another smile he had quickly grown to like.
Shoto went to sleep and arose the next morning feeling very excited for Christmas, a feeling he’d missed. He had his cup of hot chocolate in the morning while he watched the news and flipped through the channels before finding a cheesy holiday movie, and then settled in to open packages.
Some he’d ordered for himself, some had been shipped by family and friends. From Izuku he got a new pair of gloves (a running joke they had), from Ochaco a lovely keychain of a mini chibi version of himself, from Tenya a gorgeous planner for next year. Katsuki had gotten him a knife sharpener (Shoto laughed at that. He did have dull kitchen knives). Denki got him a delightfully horrible Christmas sweater, Kiri a new set of weights decorated to fit his quirk.
By the time he’d opened everything and put them in their respective places, it was only 10AM. He still had the whole day ahead of him. And Christmas cookies.
Since he’d worked on Christmas last year, this was the year he had the day off. So he spent the day in his apartment, called his siblings to wish them a Merry Christmas, watched cheesy holiday movies, and made himself his favorite foods.
When 6PM rolled around Shoto was already ready and heading towards the elevator, smiling to himself when he realized Y/N was already there, waiting for it.
They smiled and waved at him, grin growing when they noticed his new Christmas sweater. They were sporting one of their own.
“Apparently the apartment complex owners do this every year,” Y/N said as they entered the elevator, which was surprisingly full of other neighbors. They all nodded in greeting, offering smiles. Shoto loved Christmas, since it put people in good moods like these.
“Oh yes,” an upstairs neighbor said. A nice old lady Shoto usually helped with her groceries. “They do it so we won’t complain about small things they change, like the elevator music or the plants in the lobby. Keeps us happy.” He and Y/N shared a small smile as their neighbors chatted amongst themselves before they all arrived in the lobby.
The lobby was decked out, Christmas tree and all. There were even small gifts waiting for each of them (a hand towel, but a rather nice one, Shoto realized upon further inspection). He and Y/N mingled among the residents. Shoto was glad they stuck together. He was still a little drained from all the socializing he’d done yesterday—having a partner in it all helped his energy levels significantly.
It was like an unsaid agreement between the two of them, to be joined at the hip for the whole night. He found himself having a lot of fun, eating cookies and talking with the neighbors. A lot of them would shyly converse with him, a few little kids asked for autographs. It was hard not to feel the infectious spread of joy that was created with the Christmas lights all around him, with Feliz Navidad playing in the background, with Y/N, his newfound friend, smiling with him the whole evening.
As far as he was concerned, this was a great way to spend Christmas.
synopsis: y/n is the designated grocery shopper in the y/n-tamaki-nejire apartment, and they do not mind one bit if it means seeing the cute costco worker every time they go and getting their favorite food every time.
content:costco worker mirio, swimmer mirio, college au, roomies nejire and tamaki, clueless y/n, y/n can drive yes they can!!, smiley mirio, me and my left up to interpretation endings
word count: 2.5k
a/n:this is entirely self indulgent and came to me in a grocery store parking lot as i was eating my costco chicken bake bc i get one almost every time i go to costco and im scared the cute worker will start to recognize me so here this is lsjfklasjdlkfjsdlkfj. is this a crack fic??? have i finally written one? who knows. this is so niche ong asdklfjsadlfss also this is my 100th post!!!!!
It’s been three months since Y/N accepted their role as the Costco card holder, and they had gone to said store a total of eight times. Eight.
Y/N blamed their roommates. Nejire has so much hair that she loves to take care of, and she sends Y/N on shampoo runs routinely. Tamaki likes the snacks they have, and Y/N finds it very hard to say no to him when he willingly does their share of the chores whenever Y/N goes on Costco runs.
And Nejire always makes breakfast for them, so Y/N feels obligated to do much of the shopping for the three of them. They don’t really mind—going on errands by themselves feels oddly therapeutic. They always go an hour before closing time, since that’s when their shift at the student center on campus ends.
Today’s trip is on a Friday, and Y/N feels almost embarrassed to push by people to get to the food court.
They’d ordered their usual chicken bake, plus ice creams for the kids (Nejire and Tamaki). They carefully glanced at each of the workers, fearing for the familiar friendly face that always seemed to be there whenever Y/N had a Costco run.
They didn’t know his name, because each time he wore a different one. They’d noticed all of the food court workers did that—interchanged name tags, sometimes right in front of customers. Y/N thought it was funny.
“Number 242! Number 242!”
Damn.
Y/N plastered a smile onto their face (completely genuine, despite their previous thoughts). Today the blond guy’s name was “Oliver.” He smiled as he handed Y/N their chicken bake and pushed forward the ice creams. “Have a nice day!”
“Thanks, you too!” Y/N hurried away back to their cart and began to speed walk toward the exit. It was ridiculous, really. A crush on someone they rarely saw. But every interaction left them with their heart fluttering. And they hadn’t had a crush in a while. It was nice to feel like that again.
“Back already!” Nejire cheered when Y/N knocked on the apartment door, taking her ice cream out of Y/N’s hands and giving them a very wet kiss on the cheek, which both Y/N and Tamaki cringe at. Nejire just laughs, going back to her spot on the couch, where she has set up her study station and has multiple papers strewn all over the coffee table in front of her. She carefully set down her ice cream before heading out the door to help unload the groceries. Tamaki thanked Y/N for his ice cream and followed Nejire out the door.
They lived on the first floor of the building, so grocery shopping is never followed by the dread of hauling everything upstairs. Nejire’s green car is also the perfect size for Costco runs, and Y/N loves driving it—another reason they are not so mad about being the designated errand-person.
After everything is sorted away, Y/N sat down with Tamaki at the small kitchen table to eat their chicken bake as he carefully ate his ice cream. Nejire remained on the couch at her study station, occasionally sighing loudly.
“He was there again,” Y/N said through a mouthful of their chicken bake. Nejire had gotten up to stretch and sauntered over to the table to join them, halfway through her ice cream. She brightens at Y/N’s statement, and Tamaki pauses in his ice cream eating for a second.
“Ooh was he as cute as ever?” Nejire teased. Y/N almost choked on their chicken bake, Tamaki reaching over to pat them on the back, although more in a sympathetic way.
“I regret telling you that I thought he was cute,” Y/N groaned.
“We can ask Mirio to poke around and find out who he is!” Nejire chirped, eating another spoonful of ice cream. “Pretty sure he works at a different Costco, but he could still find out somehow!”
Y/N shook their head. “It’s just a crush.”
And that was that until their next Costco run, a few weeks later.
This time he was named “Haru.” And he struck up a conversation, since Y/N was the only one at the food court.
They’d gone early that day, since it was a Saturday and they wanted to beat the rush of other shoppers. They’d been the first on in the store, and apparently everyone else was still shopping, because they were also the first food court order.
“Busy day?” He asked, leaning on the counter in front of him, leaning his chin into his hand. Ridiculously pretty smile on his face. God Y/N was whipped.
“Not much after this,” Y/N replied, fiddling with their receipt. He hummed in acknowledgement, straightening when their coworker started placing the finished food on the appropriate racks.
“Here you go!” He handed them their chicken bake. “No ice cream today?”
“No, not today,” Y/N said, setting their chicken bake carefully onto their cart. They felt like they shouldn’t walk away just yet.
“Well, see you,” he said after a pause. Y/N waved goodbye before walking away, hearing the other food court worker shout something at the guy, who quickly shushed her. Y/N glanced curiously back to see him looking at them, and then quickly duck below the counter. The other worker gave Y/N a little wave, which Y/N slowly returned before rushing out of the store.
They thought about it the entire ride home, naturally. They unloaded the groceries with Tamaki, who was the only one at the apartment since Nejire was working. Since he was so quiet they unloaded in silence, although he did look as though he wanted to ask if something was wrong. He settled for offering to make them a smoothie to eat with their chicken bake, and Y/N brightened considerably.
“Yo, Mirio!”
“Hey Nejire!”
He hopped into her car with ease, buckling up as she sped out of the Costco parking lots. She’d offered him a ride back to his dorm, since she had told him she was studying at a nearby Starbucks after she’d gotten off her own shift at her job.
“How’s work?” Nejire asked as she drove, reaching over to take a sip of her drink while steering with the other hand expertly. Mirio had long stopped worrying about Nejire’s driving habits. She’d gotten a perfect score on her driver’s exams, and had successfully avoided three car crashes. Plus her car was ridiculously cute and well kept, and Mirio knew she’d never dare the risk of wrecking it.
“It’s good,” Mirio replied, shifting in his seat.
“That’s good! Roomie Y/N went grocery shopping there today,” Nejire said. “They always see this cute dude working there, but they’re too shy to say anything, bless their adorable little heart.”
Y/N. Nejire and Tamai often speak of them, and despite having mutual friends, he’s never met them. He knows they’d like them, by what he’s heard. Every time he hangs out with Nejire and Tamaki, Y/N is always busy working or has extra curriculars. Which he understands all too well.
“And how’s swimming going, Mirio? Got yourself a date yet? I’ve heard people thirst over swimmers all the time, how are you not dating anyone? Is it your hair? I can cut it for you!”
They fell into an easy conversation after that. Nejire was always easy to talk to, and Mirio felt terrible that he didn’t hang out with her and Tamaki as much as he used to. It was bad enough that he couldn’t room with them, since he had to live with the other athletes on campus. But swim and work took up all of the free time he had. The rest was filled with homework and classes.
“Bye Mirio! Hand out with us soon, you still have to meet Y/N!” Mirio thanked her for the ride and climbed out of the car, noticing a stray receipt that fell to the ground as he shut the door. He picked it up and turned around to give it back to Nejire only to see she was already driving down the street and rounding the corner.
On his walk over he glanced at the receipt, curious.
It was a Costco receipt, which Mirio figured Y/N must’ve left in Nejire’s car by accident after their trip to the store. As he made his way into his own dorm room, he was about to drop the receipt onto his dresser when he noticed the address.
It was his Costco.
He almost screamed in shock but refrained from doing so, afraid he’d scare the new freshman who lived on the same floor as him.
There was no way. Right? Yeah. No way. Right?
He collapsed onto his bed, trying to remember everything he knew about Y/N from Nejire and Tamaki. They worked at the student center, were a great roommate, and had an odd oddication to Costco food court items.
Oh.OH.
He refrained from calling Nejire. It could all just be a coincidence. No one besides his coworker, Yuyu, knew about his crush on the frequent customer. Mirio had learned Y/N’s name after their third visit, when he’d sneaked a peak at their name on the receipt they presented him. Yuyu had teased him about it, and continued to do so—including today. He’d been so embarrassed when Y/N caught him staring that he dropped to the ground, and Yuyu had laughed at him the rest of the day.
With horror, Mirio realized Yuyu was literally Nejire’s best friend. But she’d kept true to her word and hadn’t told anyone about his crush. Otherwise Nejire would’ve been teasing Mirio about it, too.
He has practice the rest of the weekend, and his free time is spent getting ahead on assignments, so he has little time to dwell on it. But the time he has had he has spent analyzing his entire situation.
Y/N, Nejire and Tamaki’s beloved roommate, famous for their costco food court addiction. Never met Mirio. Nejire and Tamaki had never mentioned the Costco they frequented had been the one he worked at, and he had concluded that they simply didn’t know about that particular detail. The more he thought of it, the more he was convinced that they were the same person.
So on Monday, after his classes, he rushed to the student center. He did have an essay to print, so he wasn’t just going to find out if this was all an odd coincidence. He normally borrowed Tenya’s printer, since they lived on the same floor, but he decided to leave his underclassmen alone for the day and use the printers in the student center.
He made it to the computers, glancing around every which way. There were a few students sitting at the reception desks on the other side of the room, near the printers. But no Y/N.
“Hello, Mirio-senpai!”
“Oh, Izuku!”
His teammate settled down into the chair beside him, logging onto the computer. “Is Tenya out of ink?”
Izuku nodded, smiling to himself. “He was very upset about it. He ran straight to the store to buy some more, so I’m using the student center printers today.”
Mirio momentarily forgot about his original intent to be here and talked with Izuku about how he was liking college. The kid was super enthusiastic about it, rambling about how cool his classes were and how he loved swimming with everyone on the team. They both printed their essays and were about to leave when Mirio heard someone say something behind him.
“Have a good night, Y/N!”
“Thanks!”
He whirled around wildly, startling Izuku, who was about to reach to open the door. But no matter where Mirio looked, he didn’t see anyone. He ushered Izuku out the door, deciding he was in the mood for some off campus food.
“Dinner is on me, Izuku!”
“Really? Thanks so much!”
Y/N loved their job. It was relatively easy, and they had a lot of time to do their own homework while on the clock. Plus, free access to the printers and occasional snacks the student center offered sometimes.
They were getting ready to clock out when they noticed a blond guy walk into the center, and their heart stopped.
It was Costco-man.
Y/N went into a panic, sitting back down heard at the front desk and sliding down so their face was hidden. A little while later, they heard someone greet someone else, and Y/N was almost sure they heard the name “Mirio.”
It took them two seconds to connect the dots.
They packed up, mind whirling with speculations and then confirmations of their now greatest fear. Nejire and Tamaki must’ve not known, assuming Y/N went to a different Costco or that Mirio worked at a different one. Nejire was busy all the time, and Tamaki was too, so the miscommunication was understandable.
They said goodbye to their coworkers and slipped out the back, sighing in relief at their close call.
“Ah, Y/N-san!”
Y/N turned toward the familiar voice, a smile already on their face. Izuku was a part time worker at the student center, too, and they thought they’d heard him earlier. He was a sweet kid, and Y/N had been tasked with showing him the ropes of the job and had basically taken him in under their wing.
And just their luck, he was standing next to Mirio. Costco-man.
Izuku’s bright smile was not enough to blind Y/N from Mirio’s bewildered look, which quickly switched to a growing smile that Y/N hesitantly returned.
“Hi, Izuku,” Y/N greeted, stopping just in front of the pair. “How’s it going?”
Izuku had a glint in his eye Y/N had seen once before, when he had been tasked with reorganizing the filing system and had ended up making it much better than it had been before.
“Actually, I’m quite busy!” he chirped, making Mirio quickly turn his head to look at him in barely concealed surprise. Izuku ignored him. “I’ve got to run, enjoy your dinner, Mirio-senpai! See you tomorrow, Y/N!” And he sprinted away, as though afraid they’d chase after him.
“So,” Mirio smiled, his cheeks tinted pink. “Y/N.”
“Mirio,” Y/N smiled back. “Nice to know your real name.”
He laughed, falling into step beside them as they continued walking idly with no particular destination in mind, rushing back to the apartment long forgotten.
“I was heading to dinner off campus, want to come with?”
Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Sure.”
“Eh? What is this?” Nejire motioned between the two of them, eyebrows furrowed. Tamaki peaked from behind her curiously.
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, turning towards their roommates. They’d just greeted Mirio with a hug after the other two had invited him to their apartment for a get together so that he could “finally” meet Y/N.
“You know each other?” Nejire asked.
“Well, you see—”
“OH MY GOD!” she gasped in sudden understanding, her eyes glancing between the two of them quickly. Mirio had just finished a shift at work and had brought them all ice creams, which Nejire wordlessly was now pointing at on the table in shock.
synopsis: y/n, with a new spider-based quirk recently given to her, is determined to free a little girl she saw on the street. eri. after eri is rescued, y/n meets her again, in the safety of their new home of ua, alongside her rescuers. one of which helps reignites y/n’s dwindling dream, and reminds her of why she wanted to be a hero.
a/n:thanks to the anon who sent in the request that inspired this!! I deviated from it a bit, hope that’s okay!! This is like the 4th spider-man related thing i’ve written, but i love the concept so idc >:)
The first time she sees her is on her second day of UA, on her way back home from school. She was just about to make it onto the street before a man grabbed her and snatched her back into the shadows, almost too quick for Y/N to see anything. Almost. She’d still seen the frantic look in the little girl’s eyes, the bandages wrapped around her arms.
On instinct Y/N follows after them, sprinting across the street to the alley, sure she didn’t imagine it. The little girl had white hair. Impossible to miss, even from a dark alley.
But when she makes it into the alley they’ve vanished. There’s doors leading to who knows where on either side of the alley’s walls, and Y/N desperately yanks at them, wishing the radioactive spider had given her lockpicking skills, too. None of them budge. Y/N calls the police, waiting impatiently for them to arrive. There isn’t a lot of foot traffic along near the alley—at least, not when she saw the little girl. She might be the only witness, and the police might not believe her.
She still stayed and gave her statement, describing the little girl with as much detail as possible. The police took down everything she said, and Y/N hoped they’d look into it. There wasn’t anything she could do. Her body hadn’t automatically reacted with her quirk, because she’d only received her spider abilities a month ago, and they were not second nature to her yet. If she’d swung across the alley with her webs, or at least grabbed the arm of the man with them, would she have been able to do something?
The next few weeks are a blur. UA was notorious for being a hero school, but the general studies course was jam packed with college preparatory courses. Y/N wasn’t able to apply for the hero course since her quirk arrived… late, so she stuck with general studies. After school, she’d walk the same route where she’d seen the little girl every day, sometimes circling back to walk a different route with more alleys. Y/N couldn’t swing from place to place like she wanted to, since a hero on patrol might scold her for it, or she’d get in the way of a mission in place, so she stuck to walking. She’d checked in with the police about the report she’d made, but they told her they hadn’t found anything. So it was up to her to find the little girl again, and save her from whatever was happening to her.
Y/N started training with her quirk at home, avoiding her parents by practicing on the roof or in the safety of her locked room, getting the hang of the sticky touch and the web shooting. The reflexes were a great added bonus—she dominated in PE class. But she needed to train herself to react instinctively with her quirk, especially if she wanted to follow through on her dream of becoming a hero. She didn’t want to fall behind, even though the odds were literally stacked against her.
The little girl found her the next week.
Y/N was walking along a route behind the alley where she’d first seen her when she felt someone bump into her, lightly enough where Y/N may have mistaken it for the wind. But she glanced down and there she was, big red eyes staring right back at her, as surprised as she was.
There’s no one else on the street—it’s mainly filled with warehouses to begin with, and people are still at work. It’s just Y/N and the little girl.
“Hi,” Y/N dropped to her knees quickly, eye level with the little girl. “I’m Y/N, I’m here to help you. What’s your name?”
She was trembling, and an arm’s length away from Y/N. Her bandages looked new, as though they had just been replaced.
Before she could reply, Y/N sees a shadow approaching from the alley, and she scoops the little girl up, ready to sling away with her webs. She turns to latch onto a building across the street and is met with a man standing in front of her, smiling cruelly down at both of them. “There you are, Eri.”
The man reaches up with lightning speed, before Y/N can even react, and touches his fingers to her temples. She vaguely felt the man take Eri from her before she blacked out, feeling her energy drain out of her as her vision faded to darkness.
She woke up to someone lightly shaking her shoulder. Y/N sat up with a gasp, wildly looking around her. “Where is she? Did he take her?”
The workday seems to be over, because the street looks busier than before. The lady who woke her up helps her to her feet, asking if she needs to go to a hospital. Y/N thanked her before stumbling away, still feeling a bit light headed. She knew there was a police station around here somewhere. The woman who helped her insisted on going with her, and Y/N let her help her walk the few blocks there.
The police took both of their statements, and Y/N goes home long after the sun has set, exhausted and fearing the wrath of her worried parents.
Y/N had plans to go back to the police station at least once a week to bother them into taking her seriously, but then the Heights Alliance dorms were built, and she found herself moving into the dorms.
When they were allowed to return home on breaks or odd weekends, Y/N was sure to take the same routes as before, searching every alley for Eri. A few times she thinks she’s seen her, and she calls out to her, slinging across streets to the alley, only to find it empty. Y/N was starting to think she imagined it, but every time it happened, she finds bandages on the alley’s floor. Eri’s had come looking for her, but either was too scared to ask for help or was dragged back to wherever they kept her.
The police tell Y/N to stop calling, assuring her they are on the case. And she believes them, because this is the first time they’ve told her that. She’s practically on a first name basis with the receptionist at the station, who was always very blunt on where they were in the investigation. The next time Y/N calls, she’s told Eri is safe, but they aren’t allowed to say anything more.
Y/N is pretty sure she scares her dorm neighbor with her loud cheers.
“Hey, Midoriya!”
Izuku screamed, almost dropping his notebooks. He was on his way to his dorm, and hadn’t even noticed Mirio. Even without his quirk he was surprisingly sneaky.
“Yes?” Izuku squeaked, still a bit startled.
“Eri-chan’s been asking for someone lately, and no one knows who it is.” Mirio falls into step beside him as Izuku leads him to a nearby bench where they can sit.
It’d been a while since Izuku saw Eri. She was getting acclimated to her new life living on campus, and was doing better than ever.
“Really? What’s their name?” Izuku adjusts his notebooks to set them on his lap. Mirio leans back into the bench, looking thoughtful.
“Y/N, Eri-chan says. She keeps asking for her. Aizawa can’t get much else out of her, I think she’s still a little shaky, especially when it comes to her memories.” Izuku nods.
“So, how’re your classes going?” They fall into an easy conversation after that, until eventually Mirio heads back to his own dorm for the night. Izuku gets his homework done for the day, the name Y/N in the back of his mind for the rest of the night.
A few weeks later, Izuku found himself wandering around the school during lunch. He was in the mood for a walk, but his allergies had been acting up lately, so he was stuck inside as much as possible. He didn’t even really know where he was—he’d never been in this part of the school before. After some vague snooping into classrooms he figured out it was the general studies branch of the school. He brightened, thinking maybe he’d see Shinso around somewhere.
“Y/N!” he heard someone call from down the hallway. He whirled around, almost activating his quirk in his haste. Someone was at the end of the hall, looking at someone else out of sight. “Wait up!”
Izuku bolted down the hallway, but when he rounded the corner there was no one else there. He kept searching nearby classrooms in vain, sure this couldn’t be a coincidence.
Aizawa had told him and Mirio not even a few days ago that Eri had finally shared who Y/N was, and why she wanted to find her. She’d been the first person to try and save her, but they’d both been caught every time. Eri wanted to thank her for all of her attempts. She’d even made her a card already, with a picture of the two of them. Aizawa had shown it to them, and although it was the drawing of a little kid, the UA uniform was unmistakable. Aizawa said he’d search for a Y/N in the school records that weekend. It was Friday today, which meant he hadn’t yet.
“Midoriya?”
Izuku whirled around, mid inspection of an empty classroom.
“Shinso-kun!”
He quickly explained he was searching for someone named Y/N, and if there was anyone with that name in the general studies program.
“Oh, Y/N. I was about to go borrow their notes. I can take you to them.”
But the bell rings just as Izuku begins to practically glow in thanks. He thanks Shinso for his help, telling him he’ll meet Y/N soon, and hurries back to class, suddenly desperate for the end of the day so he can find Aizawa and ask him about the Y/N search.
But Mirio found him first, right after classes are over for the week.
“Aizawa says he might’ve found Y/N! I’ll come get you tomorrow, he’s taking Eri to meet her in the staff room. She’s taken a liking to it, she’ll feel safe there.”
Izuku could barely sleep that night. He was so excited—both for Y/N, who’d feel so relieved at knowing Eri was safe, and for Eri, who was going to be able to thank Y/N. He finally fell asleep at around two in the morning, but not before going through at least five of his hero journals before he got sleepy.
Mirio kept his promise and showed up at the dorms just after breakfast, and Izuku hurried to clean off his dishes before leaving with him.
It felt odd to be on campus on a weekend, but every door Mirio opened for them was unlocked, probably thanks to Aizawa. Izuku unconsciously sped up, scared he’ll have missed the reunion. He’d become invested in this, determined to see Eri smile more as she learns how to be happy and interact more with others.
He found Eri sitting on the couch, looking nervous and staring intently down at the note in her lap. Izuku took the seat beside her after greeting her and Aizawa, starting a small conversation with her while Mirio and Aizawa conversed quietly before Mirio hurried out the door, probably to fetch Y/N. Aizawa sat himself down at the table and sipped his coffee quietly while Izuku talked with Eri. She relaxed after a few minutes, opening her note and sharing her drawing once more, her eyes shining with excitement.
“I’m back, and I’ve brought a friend!” Izuku whipped around at the same time Eri did.
Behind a grinning Mirio was a girl, who tentatively peeked around him, her eyes searching the room before landing briefly on Izuku, and then on Eri beside him.
He heard her sharp intake of breath and watched, transfixed for some reason, as she walked forward slowly toward Eri, who had got up from the couch and was walking toward Y/N slowly.
“For you,” Eri said, thrusting the note out in front of her. “To thank you.”
Y/N took it gently, as though scared Eri would suddenly bolt. She unfolded it and read it quietly, a smile growing on her face and tears starting to slide down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner,” she said, barely loud enough for Izuku to hear from his seat on the couch. Eri offered her a tissue from her pocket, and Y/N took it with a quiet thanks, wiping away her tears as Aizawa started to explain how Eri had ended up at UA.
Eri led Y/N over to where Izuku sat on the couch and she sat down in between them, beaming at them both as Aizawa talked. Y/N glanced at Izuku when he was mentioned in the story, smiling, which he brightly mirrored back to her.
“I’m glad someone was looking out for her,” Y/N said, looking at Izuku with shining eyes he found very hard to meet the gaze of without blushing. He could practically feel Mirio’s knowing smile from across the room where he sat at the long table with Aizawa, talking again now that the long story was over. Eri was busy showing Y/N her outfit and matching bows, and Y/N was complimenting them. Izuku wandered over to his teacher and upperclassmen.
“I’ll take Eri back soon,” Aizawa murmured. “Mirio, walk these two back to the dorms for me.”
“I can walk Y/N back,” Izuku blurted, almost surprising himself. Mirio’s smile returned, and Izuku rushed to finish. “That way Mirio-senpai can head back with Eri-chan, I know he was supposed to spend the day playing with her.”
“Fine by me,” Aizawa sighed, moving to wash his empty coffee mug in the sink. “Straight back to your dorm, Midoriya.”
“Yes, sir,” Izuku replied quickly, knowing the meaning behind the tone and knowing glare Aizawa sent him. No more spontaneous meetings with villains on campus alone.
After a tearful goodbye with promises to visit often, Izuku and Y/N parted ways from Eri and co, walking the opposite way towards the dorms. He was bursting with questions. Eri had only mentioned Y/N had tried to save her multiple times, but often Eri had only caught a glimpse from her across the street before she was taken back inside. What was Y/N’s quirk like? How had she found Eri the first time? Had she had to fight against Chisaki’s men? Why had she filed two police reports, as she’d briefly mentioned—
“This is my stop.”
Izuku stopped in front of the dorm building, where a giant 1-C Alliance sign adorned the entrance above. Y/N smiled at him, moving to enter her dorm building. “Thanks for walking me. Shinso had mentioned you were looking for me, but we both had no idea why. I would’ve never imagined Eri was involved.”
Izuku could only nod, his voice caught in his throat. He hated the way he froze up around attractive people. He resisted the urge to sprint away from Y/N in the hopes of hiding his blush but fought against the instinct. “I heard someone call your name during lunch, and I remembered how Eri-chan had been asking for a Y/N. It’s very nice finally meeting you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Y/N had stopped moving towards the dorm entrance, turning to face Izuku again. “I watched you at the sports festival. Has… Has your quirk always been like that?” Izuku didn’t miss the hesitation in her voice, or the way she subconsciously moved to rub at her wrists, which were wrapped in bandages.
“It’s much better now, I’ve been getting the hang of it!” Izuku reassured her brightly. “It just took some getting used to.”
“I can understand that,” Y/N replied, laughing quietly. “Mine is a bit like that, lately. I think I’ve just been over exerting myself.”
“Ah, your wrists?” Izuku asked, pointing at her hands. “I can offer you pointers! If you’d like, that is. I’m not sure how helpful I’d be, but I love learning about different quirks, and I know about a lot, so I think I’d know something to help you out somehow!” He quickly shut himself up, realizing in horror he’d been rambling.
But Y/N is looking at him with that same look in their eye as before, after hearing how he’d been involved in Eri’s rescue. “Would you? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You’re not a bother!” Izuku hurriedly said. “Does tomorrow work for you, in the afternoon? I know a spot behind the 1-A dorms that’s perfect for sparring and quirk usage.”
“No problem! I’ll come get you after lunch tomorrow!” He waved goodbye, waiting for Y/N to walk inside before jogging back to the 1-A dorms, feeling beyond giddy with himself.
Y/N’s quirk, Izuku quickly decides, is beyond cool. He’s already filled almost two pages with information about it, complete with a sketch of Y/N mid-swing with her webs.
Her main issue is her wrists, she tells him. At first she was fine, but after using her quirk more often, she’s started to feel the strain, and sometimes her skin would crack and bleed. Similar to Sero and his quirk repercussions, Izuku thought to himself.
Izuku does his best to help her, telling her all he can on how to treat her injuries after over exertion, something he is very knowledgeable in, and after seeing her in action for a while, he copies her moves (minus the webs). It’s similar to how he’s adjusted to flying through the air, but Y/N has the added momentum thanks to her webs, and thus uses more of her strength to change directions or stop.
Together, lying on the grass, they write out a workout routine for her while consulting online resources. Shoulder to shoulder on the grass, Izuku forgets about his nerves as he scribbles in his notebook, talking ambiably with an equally enthusiastic Y/N.
After they work out the plan, Y/N offered to show him her “spidey-senses.” Izuku is excited to see them in action and before he knows it they’re sparring. Y/N’s reactions are instantaneous, moving right as Izuku swings to tap her. He only landed a tap once, when she’s laughing at the determined set of his eyebrows and too distracted to doge properly.
They both tire themselves out and lay back down on the grass, panting.
“Hey, Midoriya.”
“Hm?” Izuku hums from his place beside her, still catching his breath.
“I wanted to be a hero. That’s why I applied to UA. But I wasn’t ready for the hero course, so I went with general studies.” Izuku turned his head to look at her. She was staring up at the sky, twiddling her fingers resting on her stomach. “But after meeting Eri, and you, I think I’m going to work for it. With all I’ve got. I’d be happy just working as a nobody in a hero agency if it means I get to help people.”
Izuku resisted the urge to start crying. “I believe in you, Y/N. And so does Eri-chan.”
He yelped when he felt her slap his arm gently. He turned to see her covering her face with her hands.
“Gonna make me cry again,” she mumbled from beneath her hands. Izuku laughed, rolling away from her when she reached out to smack him again.
Their training sessions become a weekly tradition. Every weekend they meet behind the 1-A dorms and stay there for an hour. Mainly they spar together, making a game out of how many times they manage to touch each other. After they get tired they lay in the grass, pointing clouds out to one another and talking about their weeks. Y/N’s been sticking to the workout routine Izuku helped her make, and she tells him it’s been a great help. He notices the difference in her moves, how she doesn’t hesitate as much anymore, trusts herself to listen to her instincts.
After a particularly tiring session, wherein Izuku won, Y/N plopped herself onto the ground, laughing to herself. Izuku sat beside her, stealing glances at her since her eyes were closed and there was no one around to tease him about it. She looked so at peace whenever they finished training, despite the sweat sticking to her forehead and the heavy breaths that escaped her lips.
“Hey, Midoriya.”
“Yeah?” He hurried to glance elsewhere, up at the clouds.
“I’ve never told anyone this,” she paused before continuing, “but I was born quirkless.”
He almost gave himself whiplash as he turned to face her. Her eyes were still closed, but he knows she could still feel his movements despite her sense of vision being obstructed.
“I got my quirk a month before school started, after a spider bit me. It was so scary to figure out alone. You’ve helped me alot.” She smiled at that, reaching over to pat his hand lightly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, almost automatically. His brain was still processing what she’d said.
“You’re like me, aren’t you?” He froze, his body going rigid in shock.
“It’s okay if you can’t tell me,” Y/N said, eyes still closed. “It’s just nice to know I’m not alone.”
Izuku didn’t trust himself to say anything. He reached out to take her hand, intertwining their fingers. Y/N’s smile returned, and she squeezed his hand lightly.
“I’m glad I found you,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.
“I’m glad I found you,” he echoed, moving to lay down beside her to look up at the clouds. He was careful not to let go of her hand.
+You and Kiri have been pining after each other for a long time. Kiri had figured out you return his feelings and has been trying to figure out a way to confess to you. His attempt goes terribly wrong and you avoid him at all costs. This tears Kiri apart until the rest of the Bakusquad steps in and forces you two to talk things out.
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Angst to fluff, Warnings: super makes you want to cry because Kiri is sad.
I sighed as I watched Kiri joking around with the rest of the Bakusquad. I admired the smile that crossed his face and nearly swooned at the sparkle in his eyes. As he looked my way, I snapped out of it and looked away, looking around the room with wandering eyes. I looked back and met his eyes. He smiled and gave a small wave. I waved back. He chuckled before Kaminari ran into him from a push by Bakugo. He caught the yellow haired boy before putting himself between the two.
“Calm down, Bakubro!” He tried to calm the angry blonde. Kaminari slinked away and I turned away from the red head to watch the electric boy slink up behind me.
“I am not going to protect you.” I said looking over my shoulder as he placed himself right behind my back.
“No, I know. Kiri’s already doing that.” He placed his hands on my shoulders before peeking over my shoulder. I looked back as Kiri held Bakugo back from running at Kami. My eyes darted down to his exposed bicep. I watched as his arm flexed from the strain of holding the strong boy back. I tilted my head to the side while staring. “You keep staring like that and he is bound to notice.”
“What!” I nearly screeched, looking back at him. He just smiled, letting go of my shoulders and setting his chin on my shoulder. I felt him cross his arms over his chest before he gave me a smug look. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You literally stare at him all the time and I am seriously surprised you have not been caught. Especially by the man in question.” He mused. I looked between him and the red head who now was laughing and roughhousing with the loud blonde. I sighed and looked down. Kami hummed in smug question.
“Fine. Maybe I do.” I admitted. “But! You say absolutely nothing! Nothing!” I turned around quick. Kami stumbled as he was thrown off balance by my movement away from him. “Promise me, Kami!”
“Well, I mean maybe it would hel…” He smiled while wiggling his eyebrows.
“Kaminari!” I exclaimed. He flinched and threw up his hands in surrender.
“I promise.” He squeaked.
“Hey, you two alright over there?” Kiri called. We turned to see him holding Bakugo in a headlock. He was smiling and had one eyebrow lifted in question. My eyes darted to Kiri’s arm where his bicep was rippling from the strain of holding Bakugo. I gulped and nodded.
“We’re fine!” I threw a glare at the electric blonde. He smirked. I turned back and smiled at the red head.
“Well, actually…” Kami started but I threw my arm out and hit him in the stomach. He gave out a gurgled yelp before falling back and toppling over the back of the couch.
“Like I said, we’re fine.” I chirped as a loud groan echoed behind me. Bakugo burst out laughing as Kiri let him go. I walked past the two as Kami yelled at me. I went to go into the kitchen but turned before entering. I looked back at Kirishima and watched as he helps Kami get up.
3RD POV
Right after Kiri helped the blonde up, his eyes darted to see Y/N’s disappearing figure. He sighed and placed an arm on Kami’s shoulder. He stared off into the distance, thinking about the solar & lunar manipulator. Kaminari groaned out loud.
“Oh My God! I just had this conversation with Y/N! You keep this up and they are going to notice.” He exclaimed.
“And that’s a bad thing?” Kiri looked at his friend with a smirk.
“Right, you know about their feelings.” He muttered before turning back to the red head. “That is not fair on their part, Kiri. They don’t know about your feelings for them yet you’re here knowing about theirs and not doing a thing about it.”
“I know, I know.” He said before he was hit on the back of his head. Kiri groaned as he lurched forward. He turned to see Bakugo standing there with his arm raised, drinking from a water bottle.
“Just tell them you dipshit.” Was all he said before he walked off towards his room. Kiri stood there in shock.
“He’s right Bro. You just need to tell Y/N.” Kami said with a smile before walking to the stairs. In the same moment, Y/N walked out of the kitchen.
“Hey Kiri, you alright? You look kind of, well, you have that look of constipation on your face kind of.” They giggled. The sound made Kiri smile instantly.
“Yeah. I’m alright.” He walked over. “Just a few things on my mind.”
“Anything I can help with?” They offered. Kiri was nearly entranced by their gorgeous (e/c) eyes that were filled with worry and care for him.
“Maybe but not right now. It’s getting late.” He said, reaching up and brushing hair back over their shoulder. Y/N’s eyes darted to his hand before looking up at him with bright yet slightly shy eyes. A slight glaze of red went over their cheeks.
“Yeah.” Y/N bit the inside of their cheek. Kiri was all giddy inside and was reeling from their reaction.
“But how about we train together tomorrow after school?” Kiri offered.
“Yes, for sure.” Y/N took a step back. “Night Kiri.”
“Night Y/N.” They disappeared upstairs and Kiri’s legs gave out on him. He fell back over the arm of one of the couches. He smiled uncontrollably. He punched the air in excitement.
“You alright there Kirishima?” He jumped in surprise before rolling off the couch. He stood up and saw Uraraka standing there with as questioning look.
“Yeah, totally fine.” He said little nervously, scratching the back of his neck. She looked at him in worry. He relaxed and gave her a smile. “Really I am. I am just excited.”
“If you’re sure.” She shook her head before going upstairs. Kiri went up to his room and barely was able to go to sleep that night.
The next day was an easy on for once. Aizawa wasn’t as hard on them today, normal classes weren’t too hard, and no villain attacks. Both Kiri and Y/N nearly bolted for the training area they agreed on. They trained quirks on both offense and defense for a few hours before switching off to hand to hand.
Y/N’s POV
“You seem like you’re running down there, L/N. You doing alright?” Kiri gave me a teasing smile. He then ran his tongue out and over his lip. I got distracted by it for a second before shaking my head.
“I’m doing fine. Not running down at all. I think you need your eyes checked.” He laughed before lunging at me. I took a small step back before timing my jump just right. I launched myself over Kiri’s back and used his shoulder as launch pad.
What is didn’t expect was for him to stop short enough to swivel around and shoulder chuck my side on my landing. I went somersaulting before landing on my knees. I looked up at him in surprise.
“What? I’ve been working on it.” He said. “Can’t handle it?”
“You wish.” I crossed my arms. He smirked and held his arms out, waiting. I rolled back in quick and came up with my feet against his chest. I heard him groan before stumbling back. We danced around the mat until Kiri got me slammed up against the padded wall. “Umph!”
“Gotcha.” He said in my ear. I groaned before looking at him. I froze when I realized how close we were. I’m pretty sure my face was already red from the exertion but I felt the blush burn. I met his eyes and he smile wide. I glanced down at his pearly white sharp teeth.
“Um…” I didn’t realize I was staring until his chuckled. I dropped my head and looked away. I mentally kicked myself but froze when he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. He was still smiling and booped my nose.
“Damn you’re cute.” The blushed intensified. I stuttered.
“I am.”
“Mm hmm.” He nodded. He moved in even closer. I had to look up to keep eye contact with him. “You know, I have notices you’re stares and looks on me.
“You have?” I was starting to panic a little bit but also get a little excited. I mean he was standing this close with a smile on his face, had to be good thing right?
“Yep. I have also seen how you act around me. You are laid back, cool minded, and confident around everyone else but around me you get flustered, shy, and sometimes even panicky sometimes. I mean it’s absolutely adorable.” His last statements threw me off. He sounded almost mocking.
“Wait what?” I snapped. I pushed him back. He stumbled and looked at me confused. He went to say something but I held up my hand. “Are you making fun of me?” His confused look changed to panic in a second.
“W-what? No of course not!” He stuttered.
“Yes you are!” I pushed him again and he fell on his ass. He looked up at me in panic. “What? Hate that I’m not playing along? It’s not nice or, or, or manly to play with someone’s feelings! It’s not right to tease me.” Tears were streaming down my face. “You’re not who I thought you were.” I said in a hushed tone before running out of the training area crying.
“Y/N!” I ignored him and kept going.
3rd POV
Kiri watched as they ran away, too shocked and ashamed to fully comprehend what just happened. Once he finally got his ass in gear, he was up and out the door but he was too late.
“Y/N!” He called out in desperation. He ran down the side of the building a bit before stopping altogether. He was breathing heavy and pacing in place, anger at himself growing. He became so pissed off and before he could stop himself he punch the wall, quirk activated. He looked at the cracks and crater. “You are an idiot.” He muttered to himself as the picture of you crying. Just the sight brought tears to his eyes.
Kiri went and gather his and Y/N’s things before making his way back to the dorms. He gathered himself enough to not have anyone ask him questions right now. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. He asks your dorm neighbor to bring your stuff to you before trudging to clean up and hide in his room.
A couple of weeks went by with by with Y/N avoiding Kiri like the plague. He would try to go up to them and explain what he had done, what he really meant but you wouldn’t have any of it. The only time you let him near you was during class training or internship.
He would try to catch you to explain but you would just walk away. There times where he almost broke down in tears watching you walk away. There were times where he actually did. He would go hide in an empty stairwell or a janitor’s closet or where ever he could hide from prying eyes. It tore him up knowing he made you this upset. The rest of the class was starting to catch on to the rift that had fell between you.
They grow especially concerned when Kiri becomes a shell of his former else. He isn’t as cheerful or smilely like normal. He just walks around like a zombie. He doesn’t talk about being manly anymore and even he started to lack in training. What got everyone really, really worried was his eyes grew dull and he got paler.
Everyone else has had enough when he stopped spiking his hair and his black roots started to show and he didn’t even try to hide it. They had tried not to get involved in what ever happened between you two but enough was enough.
“Put me down Bakugo!” I beat on his back as he carried me over his shoulder. I looked at Mina and Kami with narrowed eyes. “What is the meaning of this?”
“We’re worried about Kiri. Whatever happened between you two has really affected him.” Mina said.
“He isn’t himself and we’re even starting to get scared for him. He’s just not our Kirishima anymore.” Kami said with a sad smile and fear in his eyes. I stopped squirming at their words.
“Woah!” I yelped as Bakugo threw me off his shoulder and to my feet.
“Enough is enough! Get in there and fix Shitty hair.” He growled. I could see the worry even in his eyes. Mina opened the door and Bakugo shoved me in. I tumbled to the floor as they slammed the door.
“Real nice guys!” I yelled but whirled around when I heard a surprised whimper. I saw Kiri sitting up in his bed, face riddled with shock.
“Y/N?” He asked in disbelief. I finally actually looked at him for the first time in weeks. I could see why everyone was worried. He was pale, his normal lively eyes were dull, and so much more. I had noticed he was acting different but didn’t realize how much.
“Hi.” I stood up. He jumped up in an energy I haven’t heard from in him in so long. The next thing I knew he was on his knees in front of me, face buried in my stomach. He was holding my legs while crying his eyes out.
“I’m so so sorry. That’s not what I meant at all.” His shaky voice came through muffled. I somehow understood him as he explain what happened, what he really meant by his behavior. I covered my mouth and started crying too at my misjudgment of him. “I was only trying to show my feelings for you.”
“Shit.” I whispered to myself. I started crying harder, my whole body shaking. I felt him still before looking up at me.
“No, no, no!” He cried before pulling me down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his shoulder. “Shit! I’m sorry! Why do I keep screwing up?! I can’t even apologize right. I’m such a…”
“No, Kiri, no!” I stopped him before he could down talk himself anymore. “I’m just upset at myself for jumping to conclusions. I should have known better and not yelled at you like that.”
“Really?” I nodded and cupped his face. I gave him a watery smile. He let out a big breath of relief. He set his forehead on mine.
“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I should have let you explain.”
“It’s alright. I don’t blame you entirely. I should have just been plain honest with you, not try to be…well, be like Kami and flirt my way through. It wasn’t manly of me.” I chuckled with a big smile.
“There’s my Eijiro Kirishima. The manlest out there.” He smiled before burying his head in my neck, holding my tight. I ran my fingers through his hair and frowned at the sight of his roots. “Hey Ei?”
“Hmm?” He lifted his head to look at me.
“How about we both get cleaned up and then I help you with your hair?” I ask. “Sound good for our first activity as a couple?”
“A couple?” His eyes lit up at the word. I nodded. He shot up with me in his arms. I clung to him as he nodded profusely. I laughed as he held me tight. “Come on, let’s go.”
A little while later we made our way down to the common room hand and hand. Kiri kept nuzzling or kissing my hand, kissing my cheek, and giving me surprise hugs all the way down the four flights of stairs. We finally got to the common room and were greeted by loud hollers and cheers.
“Yes! Finally!” I heard Kaminari scream. We chuckled and made over to the couch where Sero, Kami, Jiro, and Mina sat.
“Hey guys.” Kiri said softly.
“Finally, our shark boy back to normal. Even the red spikey hair.” Mina teased.
“Yeah and I have the red hands to prove it.” I held up my stained red blotched hands. They all laughed.
“Hey shitty hair.” We both looked at the kitchen. Bakugo stood there with a smirk on his face. “Get your ass in the kitchen and eat. You need the energy.”
“Coming Bakugo.” Kiri laughed as Bakugo went back in the kitchen. Kiri brought my hand to his lips. “Caring in his own way.”
“Yeah, he’s a hard one to read but he definitely cares for his friends. Trust me, I got the hint quite well.” I looked at Mina and Kami with raised eyebrows. Kiri looked between me, them, and the kitchen.
“Wait, what did you guys do?” Kiri asked suspiciously. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet.
“Nothing that wasn’t helpful to the situation.” Kami rushed his words out before sharing a look with Mina.
“Bye!” She exclaimed and they both darted for their respective stairs.
Hi! If you cannot do this that is so okay, I know you said there’s not a guarantee on characters, but could you possibly do a Tensei Iida x reader? If not then totally disregard the following lol
Romantic/fluff, reader has a quirk called Photosynthesis that can make plants sentient and move at her will. Storyline follows the two before the Stain incident, where Tensei has a day off of hero duty and spends the day with the reader.
@tadahoni I hope you like it!! It took me a hot minute since I’ve never written for him. This turned out very cute & playful & I love it!!
ℝ !! Check guidelines for requests.
Day Off - Tensei Iida (Pre-Stain)
I groaned as I woke up. I blocked out the Sun out of my eyes before turning over. I arched my back, stretching out my stiff muscles until my back popped.
“Awe, that felt good.” I muttered. I laid back, relaxing my body. I started to doze off when I smelt food cooking. I shot up, holding the blanket to my chest. I finally remembered. “He’s home. It’s his day off!” I threw off the blankets, jumped from the bed, and threw on one of his shirts. I ran out the door and down the hall towards the Kitchen.
“Because you live and breathe. Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help.” I heard him singing softly as I approached.
“Tensei!” I exclaimed as I walked in. He turned to me with a big smile. He was shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on, Spatula in hand.
“Good morning sweetheart. Did you forget I had the day off?” I nodded before going over to hug him. He held me close to his chest and I breathed him in deep. He picked me up and set me down on the counter. “I know I work alot but…”
“Nope.” I placed a finger on his lips. “You have a responsibility as Ingenium and I understand. It’s okay.” He smiled before Kissing me. The sweet kiss turned into a slow make out session. He laughs against my lips.
“As much as I love this, baby. I don’t want to burn breakfast.”
“Mmm.” I whined, pulling him into a deep kiss before letting go. He backed up and my arms fell to my lap. He finished up the eggs. I looked up at the hanging planter. I stood up on the counter to get a good look at my herbs. I saw my parsley and waved my hand over it. The green haze fell from my hand and the plant grew. I plucked a couple pieces as Tensei spoke up.
“Alright, it’s all finished but could you…” I looked down at him and he was staring at me. I held out the parsley. “Yeah, that. Thank you.”
“Welcome.” I got down and sat at the bar. He set a plate in front of me before sitting down. We ate while making small talk.
“So what do we want to do today?” He asked while taking the dishes. I went to answer but was cut off by him groaning in pain. He grabbed his shoulder.
“Tensei?”
“It’s alright. I just had a run in with a villian with a nasty punch yesterday. So I’m a little sore.” He smiled back at me.
“Alright, how about a hot bath first?” I cocked my head to the side.
“I could go for that.” He smirked.
A little while later after a long hot bath and a massage he plopped onto the couch. I laughed at his sprawled out position. I waved my hand and the plants by the window shut the curtains. He looked at them before looking back at me.
“I never thought I would have a house full of so many plants. But here we are.”
“And your brother complains about them being overgrown every time he comes over.” I comment. He laughed while opening his arms. I laid down on his chest.
“I try to tell him to relax but he’s so uptight. I have no clue where it comes from.” He shrugs.
“I can think of where. Plus, he is only trying work hard and live up to and be like his older brother. I could only imagine how he was when you told me when he got to be class president.” I said. “I love the kid but damn.”
“Tell me about it.” He chuckles before kissing my head. “But I love him too. And I am so God Damn proud of him. He’s doing so well.”
“Especially with what he and his classmates have already faced.” I added. “He’s going to be an amazing hero someday.”
“Yes.” We sat there in comfortable silence until he perked up. “Did you finish that book we were reading together?”
“No, I was waiting for you.”
“Awesome. Can you possibly… read it to me?” He asked shyly.
“What? Is the great Ingerion not able to read a book?”
“Of course I can!” He exclaimed. “I have a very high reading level, it’s just… I like it when you read to me. The sound of your voice soothes me.” He blushed.
“Alright, cool guy. Let me just find…” I sat up and looked around for the book. I saw it on the top shelf of a bookshelf next to the TV. At the appearance of the green hue around my hand, the vine plant on top of the bookshelf grabbed the book for me. It stretched Across the room to give it to me.
“That always amazes me.” He said. I smiled before patting my lap. He moved and set his head in my lap.
We sat there as I read out loud. It was a long while before we moved from that spot. We moved on from the book to watching some TV. There were a couple lacy make outs mixed in here and there. Before we knew it, it was lunch time.
“Do you wanna order in?” He asked as he got up. I nodded. “What do you wa…” His phone began ringing. He looked at it and groaned.
“Go ahead.” I said as my phone went off too. It was a text from Hawks. “I gotta take of something too.” I called the birdman as he spoke with some of his sidekicks. Luckily, neither of the calls took long.
“I’m gonna order some (F/Food) . Is that okay?”
“Yeah! How about in the meantime… We make my mom’s famous brownie cookies for dessert?” His eyes widened in excitement.
“Yes!” He nodded before swiftly making the call. He pranced over into the kitchen.
“You sure you’re the Oldest?” I asked. He gave me a glare before pulling out ingredients we needed. Baking with him is an adventure. There’s dancing, sampling, messes, and food fights. Let’s just say, when the food came, Tensei’s hair was more white than dark blue.
“He looked at me like I was crazy before I told him we were baking cookies.” I laughed as he set the take out containers down.
“Well you do have flour I mean, everywhere.” He brushed off his clothes while rolling his eyes.
“Who’s fault is that?” I bit my lip and darted my eyes around the room.
“Lilie’s.” I pointed to the Easter Lily in the corner.
“Yeah. Sure.” He came up behind me and took over panning the cookies. I let my arms drop and leant back into him. I turned my head and nuzzled into his neck. He hummed in delight before hugging me tight. “Thank you, Love.”
“For what?”
“You always make my days off amazing.” He said. “I’m always so relaxed and energized for the next day. It’s miraculous. I love you.” He nosed my cheek. I sighed and rubbed my thumbs over his hands.
“I love you too Tensei. I love doing this for you.” I turned and rubbed my nose against his before ghosting my lips over his. Our moment was interrupted by the sound of the oven. Tensei took the cookie sheet and put it in.
“How about we eat?” He asked. I nodded.
“You know, we should send some of the cookies to Tenya. He’s probably really stressed with school and I know how much he likes them.”
3rd POV
Tensei watched and listened to his partner talk about their worries for his brother, for him, and about other things that they were thinking about. He could listen to them talk all day. Hence him asking them to read to him earlier. As he admired them more, his mind went back to the little box he had hidden in the back of his drawers.
Maybe today’s the day… He thought to himself as he got a Kiss on the head. They’re attention made him forget, even for a moment, about the nasty, red eyed murderous villian that has plaguing the hero world.
Warnings: Some language, very fluffy, and partial breakdown
I think this is the last part but we will see, LOL!
+Y/N is safe and sound. They got her out and back to the school before anything worse happened. Y/N wakes up to multiple voices and her Dad at her side. It wasn’t long before Recovery Girl clears her to leave. A surprise is waiting for her in the classroom, the entire class. After a small meet and greet, Y/N and her dad go home, and Bakugo goes with. Not only are thingsokay between All Might and her but things between her and Bakugo are better than okay.
The first thing that I could feel when I came to was the crisp material under my finger tips. The next thing was the stiffness of my arm and neck. The third thing I noticed was the multiple voices that were muffled to my ears. They become clearer after a few minutes.
“She will be fine All Might. She has a few wounds that are treatable and are already healing. She is strong just like her father. She pulled through.” I heard Recovery Girl say. I tried to open my eyes but it was too hard at the moment.
“I know she is. It’s just hard seeing her banged up like this.” I felt him grab my hand and rub a thumb over the top of him. I still couldn’t open my eyes yet.
“She held out against two major villains who beat her and she found out a way to alert us of her location when the opportunity presented itself. She received two decay wounds that could easily have been fatal and held out until she was safe with Eraser.” I heard the principal speak.
“She truly is the daughter of All Might. Through and through.” Aizawa sensei commented. Loud yelling came from somewhere in the distance. “Dammit, Bakugo.”
“Let’s go calm them down, Eraser.” Nezu said.
“All Might?”
“Yes, Recovery Girl?”
“Now you know how she feels.”
“What do you mean?”
“You said it is hard seeing her like this, all banged up?” She paused. “Now you know how she feels when you come back all banged up. Especially in your condition and ever before. It’s hard for her to watch you come home beat up from you over doing it.”
“Damn. I’m starting to think I’ve been missing too much about my own daughter.” I heard the pain in his voice. I was finally able to gather enough strength to open my eyes and move. “Y/N!” The grip on my hand tightened. I groaned as the lights glared at my eyes. I looked around the room, spotting Recovery Girl at the end of my bed with my dad sitting next to me. “Sweet heart, you’re finally awake. How do you feel?” He spitfired the questions at me.
“All Might, Let the girl breathe.” The woman chuckled and dad smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” My voice came out hoarse and cracked at the end. I coughed hard and tried to sit up. Dad helped and it took a minute to calm down. By the time I did, the decay wound on my neck was throbbing.
“Here, drink this.” Recovery Girl handed me a glass of water.
“Thank you.” I whispered before taking a drink. The movement reminded me of the decay wounds. I hissed at the pain that pulse from my arm. I whimpered a bit, looking down at the extensive bandage that covers my entire forearm.
“It’s not often you make a trip to my office.” I looked at Recovery Girl. “You gave everyone quite a scare. Your father most of all.”
“I’m sorry…”
“ No, no, no.” Dad said while sitting next me on the bed. He gently laid his arm across the mid part of my back. “This was no way your doing. I’m just glad, relieved, and overjoyed that you are alright… Alive.”
“A little worse for wear but I’m alive.” I’m a hand over the bandages and over the ares on the back of my neck. It was silent as Recovery Girl checked me over, making sure I was doing alright.
“Well your breathing is a little rugged and your blood pressure is a little high but otherwise you are alright.” She set aside her BP cuff.
“So when am I allowed to get up… to go home?” I asked as she handed me some pain medicine.
“Just like your father.” She smirked looking between the two of us. “You are fine to go now. Just take it easy please.” She said with pointed eyes. I gulped, but nodded.
“Yes ma'am.” I laughed as she left the room. I looked up at my dad. I could see unshed tears in his eyes. He got up and walked over to a bag. He pulled out a set of clean clothes. He handed them to me before closing the curtain.
“Y/N?” He called softly.
“Hmm?” I slowly got up and started changing.
“I’m going to make it up to you. I should have seen what I was doing and what was happening. From now on, I am going to do better, I promise. I am going to be supportive, I am going to be there… here when you need me, and I am going to be the dad…”
“You’ve always been.” I pushed the curtain aside. He looked down at me in shock. “You’ve always been an amazing dad, dad. Your abilities as a dad match that of your hero ones. Everyone is bound to slip up every now and again. If you weren’t the amazing dad you are… you wouldn’t have remembered Shilla’s Palace from when I was a kid.”
“How could I forget Shilla’s? You would always ask to go even before we got off the plane. Some of our funnest memories happened there. I remember this one time…” He went off on a story before trailing off when he noticed my smile. I shot forward and hugged him tight. He hugged me back gently but firmly.
“Everything’s okay now dad.”
“Everything?” He asked tentatively.
“Mm hm. Everything.” I nuzzled into his chest, feeling safe for the first time in days. He nudged me and motioned to the door.
“Come on. There are a few people waiting to see you.” I nodded and leant on him as we walked. He guided me towards the class 1-A room and stopped outside the door. I could hear the murmur of chatter beyond the barrier.
“Do they know? That you’re my dad?”
“No, only Midoriya and Bakugo. And young Bakugo only knows of the other me.”
“Alright.” I stumbled a little bit as I took a Step towards the door but caught myself on the door frame before I could fall. I pushed the door open and the talking stopped. I could see Aizawa was sitting at his desk and looked at me as I stepped in. I loomed over and saw the entire class.
“L/N! You’re alright!” Mina yelled in glee. The rest cheered in delight and triumph. Saying things along the lines that the villains never stood a chance, that I was too strong for the wannabes, and many more things. My eyes traveled to the far side of the room to see Bakugo at attention in his seat. His eyes were trained on me.
“Thank you guys.” I said with a smile after a couple of Minutes visiting. My eyes moved back to Bakugo. I stilled as he got up. He walked around the desks and closer to me but stopped a few feet from me.
“Bakugo?” I heard someone in the room call to him but neither of us looked away from each other. I saw Bakugo’s lips tremble.
“L/N!” Bakugo shot forward and I gasped as he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. I wrapped mine around his shoulders as he pulled me in enough he was lifting me off the ground a little bit.
“Bakugo.” I stuttered as he buried his nose in the crook of my neck. I felt his muscles flexing against my back as he kept me against him. I could feel his rugged breathing against my neck and under my finger tips.
“God dammit, L/N. You scared the shit out of me.” He whispered. I bit my lip before looking at the rest of the class. Shocked faces looked back at us but a few were smirking in knowing.
“Alright, enough gawking.” Aizawa said. Bakugo jumped in shock before pulling back a little. He looked around, seeming like he forgot there were others in the room. “You’ve seen her now go home. She’ll be back to class soon enough.”
“Yes sensei.”
“Of course.”
“Goodbye L/N!” I wazed as everyone left except Sensei, Bakugo, and Deku by the door.
“I am glad you’re alright. It would be terrible to lose you, L/N-san.” He said smiling before leaving. After he left, Dad in his All Might form Stepped in.
“Let’s go home. You need the rest.” He said. I stalled looking at Bakugo for a second. “Young Bakugo is able to come with us as well if he wants too. I have already spoken to his parents.” I felt his grip tighter on me.
“Then I’m coming with you.” He said loudly. I smiled as he looked down at me. We walked out and I heard Aizawa mutter under his breath.
“Great. Not only do we have to deal with an angry Bakugo but now a Protective, angry Bakugo.” I giggled before coughing. I coughed hard enough to go light-headed and stumble. Bakugo caught me before setting me on my knees to catch my breath.
“Y/N!” Dad called.
“Y/N are you alright?” Bakugo asked softly. I nodded and tried to get up but my Knees gave way.
“Dammit.” I groaned, annoyed. “I hate being this weak… Kat…”
“Shh.” Bakugo placed his hands on both sides of my head before kissing the top slowly. “You’re not weak, just exhausted.” He swiped a thumb across my cheek. I looked into his eyes and saw the soft look in his eyes. I set my forehead against his. “Let’s get you home.”
“Okay.” He helped me stand before sweeping me off my feet into his arms gently. “Ah! Hey! I can walk.”
“Whatever.” He shrugged. Before meeting Dad at the end of the hall.
“There is a car waiting at the front gates for you two.” Dad said.
“Wait, Dad you’re not coming?” I maneuvered out of Bakugo’s arms with great effort.
“Dumbass, careful.” He steadied me. I flinched a bit but focused on dad. He looked at Bakugo.
“Can you give us a moment?”
“Sure.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out of ear shot.
“I will be home, I promise. I am just going to drop by and get some food for the three of us. That’s all.” He said. “Plus, I believe you and young Bakugo have some things you need to Work out.” We looked at said boy leaning against the wall.
“ Yeah, you’re right. Be careful.” I kissed his check before taking a step back. “Don’t do something stupid in between here and home.” I gave him an ‘I’m serious’ look.
“I won’t. I promise.” I nodded before walking to Bakugo. “Take care of her, Bakugo.”
“With my life.” He said without missing a beat and without taking his eyes off me. We walked through the school to the gates. I groaned when I settled into the seat, laying my head back. I watched Bakugo get in and settle.
“How did you manage to get your parents to let you stay at my house?”
“Ha! When they heard it was helping All Might they were all for it.” He huffed.
“Even if it’s helping his daughter who is your age and in your class?” I smirked. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He turned toward me and set his arm above my head.
“I don’t think it’s their business but yes. They know that this is for you and …” He trailed off, looking off to the side.
“Katsuki?” I reached up and touched his face.
“They realized how important this was to me.” He looked down at me. I smiled before setting my hand on his chest. I felt his fingers begin to play with my hair. A yawn escaped my throat. “Haha. Guessing you’re tired.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Here, lay on my chest.” He pulled me closer by my good arm. I moved in closer before where my shoulder was tucked under his shoulder and my head on his chest. He moved his arm to set it across my shoulder but paused and put it back on the back of the seat. “Sorry. I forgot about your neck.”
“It’s okay. Thank you.” I whispered before I started dozing off. I could vaguely hear Bakugo talking and him moving around. I fell under for a bit before waking up a little.
“Hey there, little powerhouse.” I opened my eyes to see the window wall of my room. I was laying on my front and pushed up and turned around. Dad in small form was sitting there.
“Hey dad.”
“Here you go. I got you something that would be easy on your stomach.” He handed me a food container.
“Thank you.” I looked around. “Where’s Kat?”
“He’s having a bath. He should be done shortly.” He said. I nodded and ate slowly. “You really like and care for this boy, don’t you?” He asked.
“Yes.” I said without hesitation. I went still in shock at myself. I chuckled when I realized my feelings. “I’ve always been fond of him but I’ve never realized how much until now. Maybe even…when I thought he was just comforting me because Aizawa told him too.”
“He truly cares for you Y/N. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” He took the empty food container. He stood up and kissed my head. He turned into All Might while walking to the door. He coughed a bit. “Oh and Young Bakugo will be staying in your room tonight so be good.” He smirked.
“Dad!” He laughed as he walked out. I laid back down on my stomach while huffing. A few minutes later I heard someone walk in. I pushed up onto the elbow of my good arm and turned to see Bakugo in sleep clothes and wet hair. He smiled at me.
“Hi.” He said. I waved. “I brought you some pain meds.” He held out his hand.
“Thank you.” I took them and took a gulp of the water he brought. He sat on the bed and I stared at him.
“What?” He said, narrowing his eyes.
“Nothing.” I giggled, cocking my head to the side. “I’ve just never seen your hair not spikey and Poofy.” He blanched. “It’s cute.”
“Yeah, well your hair is cute too. I guess.” I giggled as I took his hand. I traced the lines of the source of his powers, faintly smelling the sweet croma that came with it. “I was so pissed when I heard that you had been taken. Pissed off and scared. I wanted to blow Shigaraki to the fucking moon when your dad told me. I still do.” He grumbled the last bit. “After what I said… you walked out of sight and into their hands because of me…”
“Katsuki…” He was tracing the bandage on my arm. He let out a small laugh.
“I like it when you say my name.” He said softly.
“Katsuki.” He closed his eyes and smiled. “This is not your fault. None of us could have known this was going to happen. So don’t blame yourself.”
“I know. I won’t. Especially since you’re safe here with me.” He scooted in close where we were nose to nose. I felt a small sprinkle of water across my cheeks.
“You’re hairs still wet Mr. Katsuki.” I reached up and ran a hand through his hair before settling it on his cheek. One of his hands set on my waist while the other caressed my cheek.
“Y/N would it be alright if…” he trailed off. I could see the nervousness in his eyes. I smiled and pulled him into a kiss. He immediately responded, holding onto me tighter. The kiss was sweet and soft but no less passionate as his lips moved against mine. We gasped as we both pulled away. Something was strange.
“Kat?” He hummed, looking at me longingly and with hooded eyes. “Was that your first kiss?” His face went red as his eyes widened in embarrassment. I giggled before kissing him again.
“You little…” He groaned in annoyance before sighing. “Alright, yes it was. Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not. I promise.” I took the towel he had set aside and began to dry his hair. He bent his head down so it would be easier for me. I was almost done when my hand slipped and hit my forearm. I yelped and dropped the towel as I pulled my arm in.
“Shit, are you alright?” He threw the towel somewhere in the room while gently reaching for me.
“Yes, I just hit my arm.” He looked over my arm. He gently touched the bandages before looking up at me.
“It doesn’t have any signs of further damage. I think you’ll be alright.” He glanced off to the side. “It’s getting late, we should get some sleep.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He got up and went to turn off the lights. A thought came to mind. “You’re not leaving, right?” He turned to me and smiled.
“Of course not. I’m not leaving as long as you need me.” He came over and laid down next to me. “Even if my dad calls me home again.”
“Alright.” I chucked. I went to lay down but as soon as my neck hit the pillow, I reeled up in pain. “Crap. How do I keep forgetting about these?” I felt him shift and then his fingertip grazed my shoulder.
“How do they feel?”
“To be honest, numb. Most of the time it’s just numb. Until I hit it anyway. Then it is shooting pain. Like being burned without the fire or being pricked with a thousand needles dipped in liquid nitrogen all at once.” He hummed.
“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine What you went through or how this feels.” He rubbed the back of my shoulder. “I laid you on your stomach earlier. That would probably be best now too. Here, lay on my chest. So you don’t lay back on your neck.”
“Okay.” I laid down, setting my head down. He reached up and turned off the lamp. In an instant, the room was slightly illuminated by starlight. I looked out at the stars. “You there was a moment I thought I wouldn’t make it out.”
“Really?”
“Mm hm. All they wanted to know was my connection to All Might. They were willing to do whatever. I got the bumps, burns, bruises, cuts, and… decay wounds to prove it.”
“You came through though. You’re strong. What was that your dad called you, Little Powerhouse?” He teased. I hit his chest. I shook my head before closing my eyes.
“Yes. That’s what he calls me. What of it?” He did not answer but started rubbing circles in my back. I hugged him as I started to doze.
“Y/N? there was a tall, skinny man here just before your dad came home. He had blonde hair with basically black eyes. Who was that?” I tried not to stiffen.
“Oh that’s Mr. Yagi. He’s my dad’s personal assistant.” I said as I adjusted. “He must have been here to meet with my dad.”
“Oh, okay.” He kissed my head. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Katsuki. Thanks for not letting me get left behind.”
+ Y/N has been Kidnapped and everyone is freaking out. All Might is on the verse of a rampage,Bakugo is on the verge of a breakdown,all while Y/N is trying to keep herself alive. Shigaraki and Dabi try everything to get her to talk but she never does. Fed up with her silence, Shigaraki tries something else. That ends up being a mistake on his part. She finds a way to let the heroes where she is and they come to her rescued but not before Shigaraki has his hand in it.
I groaned as I came to. My head hurt, my mouth was dry, and my arms felt numb. I tried moving but my arms remained behind my back. I tugged again and finally felt the bonds on my wrists. I opened my eyes but couldn’t see much due to bad lighting.
“What the hell…” I whispered. I squirmed and wiggled around until I was able to sit up without my arms. I took a breath and licked my lips to get at least a little moisture back.
The room was small and dank. There was a small window by the ceiling, letting me know I was in a basement. The only piece of furniture in the room was a metal chair in the corner and the dirty mattress I was on. I pushed up to my feet and stumbled until I got my balance back. I walked around the room, trying to find any clue of where I was, who took me, and if there was any way out.
“Crap!” I groaned as a sharp pain went through my side. I went to a knee and hissed, fighting back tears. A clicking noise pulled my attention to the door. I looked up and saw a tall, black-headed male with scars covering his body.
“Good to see you awake, Sweetness.” I recognized the voice and nickname. He was the one who grabbed me and drugged me.
“You are the one who did this…” I trailed off when I remembered the second, familiar voice. “ With… Shigaraki!” I took a few steps back. He smiled maliciously.
“So you remember the crusty man. He was wondering if you would.”
“Kind of hard to forget the man who attacked your class and nearly Killed your teacher.” I hissed, trying to get out of my binds again.
“You got a point.” He said, watching me. . “Let me introduce myself. I’m Dabi. And if you continue to try to get out of those binds…” He lit up his hands in blue flames. “I’ll burn you alive.” I froze and he smirked.
“Now, now Dabi.” The owner of the raspy voice crept into the room. “We need them alive, if we want this to work at least.”
“What do you want with me? Do you realize how stupid it was to take me from SCHOOL GROUNDS!? Are you idiots?” I exclaimed. “You have to be since you attacked the USJ with the ASSUMPTION that All Might would be there. For the most Elite villain group you’re quite the fail…”
“ENOUGH!” A hand wrapped around my throat. I was slammed back into the wall. In that moment was when I tried to activate my quirk but nothing happened. I panicked a bit. “What? Just now realize you can’t use your quirk?” He laughed crazily.
“What did you do to me?” I asked. He let go of my throat and turned me around. He grabbed my binds and pulled my arms up. I gasped in pain.
“Quirk cancelling cuffs.” He hissed, dropping my arms. He pushed me hard against the wall. “And I know your extensive fight training history. So if you try anything, I will dust one piece of you at a time.” He held his hand in front of my face. “Or… he’ll burn you. So I suggest you behave.”
“Go screw yourselves!” I yelled, pushing him back hard. He grunted and stumbled back. I whipped around and tried to run but was grabbed by the end of my hair. I was yanked back and onto the floor. I landed awkwardly. Something felt off. I looked up just in time to see my hair finish disintegrating in Shigaraki’s hand.
“That was a warning.” I looked down and saw that my hair was now up to my shoulders. “ Next time I will do something that hurts.” Dabi was chuckling behind him. “Now, from the files I stole from the school, you have some affiliation with All Might himself.”
“So we want to know what that is.” Dabi walked closer and knelt down. “Are you going to tell us or do we have to pry it out of you, sweetness ?” I clamped my mouth shut and glared. They chuckled.
“The hard way it is then.” I looked up at Shigaraki. He was scratching at his neck with a wicked grin. Shivers ran up my spine as dread filled my mind.
3rd POV
The class was going crazy in worry, confusion, and downright fear for their classmate. She had already been in a bad way when they saw her last and now she was kidnapped. How had the villains gotten onto Campus? Who were the villains? Why did they take Y/N? What were they going to do to her? The teachers were not much better. They were trying to figure out how Shigaraki and Dabi had gotten past the gates even though they didn’t know it was them. But no one was worse than All Might.
“All Might-san, please sit down. You’re going to work yourself into a fit.”
“Don’t you think I know that? Damn! Don’t you also think I kind of have a right? My own daughter was kidnapped right under my nose! From one of the safest places in the country! I think I have a right to be a bit emotionally unstable.” He yelled. “Not to mention, I am unable to ever go after her at the moment because I am OUT OF POWER!”
“All Might! Sit down!” Aizawa yelled. All Might reluctantly did, dropping his head into his hands. Tears streamed down his face.
“I can’t lose her.” He said meekly. “She is all I have in the world that I would give everything up for and would die without.”
“Ever being a Hero?” Aizawa asked. All Might looked up.
“In a heartbeat.” He said with such strength that if made everyone nearly have to take a step back.
Meanwhile, the students were in their classroom. Some were quiet with fear, some were loud with panic. Bakugo was sitting at his desk, silent as a mouse. He was beating himself up on the inside. If he hadn’t said anything, she wouldn’t have walked off out of sight and got kidnapped. He growled and spooked Midoriya.
“Kacchan?”
“What you damn Deku?” He growled looking over at him. Midoriya flinched but continued.
“Are you alright? You are quiet.”
“Why wouldn’t I be alright?” He got up and advanced on the green-haired boy. “I’m just peachy.”
“Ahh!” Midoriya yelped before speaking. “I was just wondering because you and L/N are so close and you’ve been spending time with her a lot lately, so I figured you would be at least a bit worried about her. But being you I could be wrong. And I could be reading the situation wrong and… Well, she is my friend too, so I’m very worried about her even though I know she can handle herself.”
“SHUT UP! Damn, you’re so annoying when you ramble.” Bakugo shook his head. “ Of course I am worried. I have been hanging out with her. Especially after the fiasco a couple of days ago…That reminds me. Why were you involved in that little confrontation the other day? Huh? That had nothing to do with you bu yet you were there.”
“Umm.” Midoriya avoided Bakugo’s eyes. Bakugo leant on the others desk and got in his face.
“Uh, Bakubro? What ya doing there?” Kiri called from the otherside the room.
“Spill. It.” Bakugo said lowly.
“Ummm…” Paric settled in Midoriya’s eyes.
“Young Bakugo. A word please.” A loud voice cut the tension in the room. Everyone turned and saw All Might at the door. Bakingo growled and shoved off the desk and into Deku before stomping out the door.
“What do you want?” He growled.
“I know I’m not your favorite person at the moment and I don’t blame you but you’re the closest person to my daughter right now.” Bakugo looked down, shoved his hands in his pockets, and kicked the ground.
“No I’m not.” All Might looked at him confused. “I said something stupid and now she thinks I don’t like her at all. Which is… Which is as far from the truth as you can get.” He admitted.
“Young Bakugo…” All Might traised off. They both stood in silence until Bakugo finally looked up at the hero.
“All Might, what are you going to do? Do you know who took her?” All Might was taken back when he saw tears in the corner of the young boy’s eyes.
“Yes we do.” Bakugo looked at him expectantly. “It was Shigaraki and a new member of the League known as Dabi. He has a blue fire quirk. And as for what we are going to do, I am not sure. First, we have to find out how they got in and then…”
“Find her! You have to find her!” Bakugo interrupted.
“Don’t you think I want to? Do you not think that I don’t just want to go out and search every inch of this city until I find her? I want to but I can’t. It not only is a dangerous idea but illogical. I could in the long run bring more harm than help to the situation. It could inevitably get Y/N seriously injured or even Killed. So as much as I want to go out, I can’t. You see?” Bakugo’s eyes widened before his gaze fell again. All Might watched as the tears streamed down Bakugo’s face.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…” A hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“I understand. We’ll get her back. I promise. Then we both can make up for what we’ve done.”
Y/N’s POV
I coughed and hacked as I crawled across the floor. The swift kick to the ribs Dadi had given me did a number. At some point they had unhooked the cuffs from each other. I don’t remember, just eventually realized. I dropped my body against the wall. I winced in pain.
“Who is All Might to you?! Tell me!” Shigaraki yelled. He was sitting against the wall next to the door. He had let Dabi take over the physical part of the interrogation a little while ago.
“Screw you!” I yelled. Dabi went to advance on me again but Shigaraki stopped him.
“Ah, that’s enough for now.” He got to his feet and walked over to me. I pressed myself into the wall and glared. “We’ll come back later when the pain and … the weight of the situation sets in.” They walked out and I heard the lock set in place.
“Shit.” I whimpered.
My body gave out in the next second, crumpling to the floor. I gasped heavily and gripped my side. I choked on my own breath. I never realized how much my quirk helped me take a hit. Tears were trying to force their way up.
“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You’re going to be okay. Just hold out a little while longer. Wait for…” A loud bang of the wall made me jump. I signed and closed my eyes. “Wait for the right moment and then fight back.” I passed out after that.
I don’t know how long I had been here but it had to be day Wherever we are, it was hidden from the heroes rather well. The beatings, the questions; they kept coming but I never said a word to answer. Shigaraki grew more and more irritated. Sometimes they just questioned me, sometimes they tortured me. I was covered in bruises, cuts, and burns.
“This is getting nowhere, Crusty. No matter what we’ve done, she has resisted. Not said one word towards what you want from her.” Dabi growled. I was sitting against the wall in front of them, unmoving. I was totally exhausted.
“Don’t call me Crusty! And don’t you think I know that.” He snapped. He groaned, kneeling in front of me. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head. “You little bitch. You’re resilient, I’ll give you that.”
“It’s time to cut our losses, Shigaraki. She’s a dead end.” Dabi crossed his arms.
“There has to be something else to break you.” He whispered, tightening his grip on my chin. I managed a glare before hitting his hand off.
“Never.” My voice came out cracked and saff but still strong. He bared his teeth and snarled. He grabbed my wrists and slammed them against the wall. I whined a bit but nothing else. He got up in my face.
“ You either have a death wish or Whatever it is you are not telling me…” He trailed off. He stared at me. “Must be very, very interesting and important. Something that would be very bad if you let it slip through your lips.”
“Damn it.” I heard Dabi groan. I wriggled against Shigaraki’s grip. Something lit up in his face.
“I wonder if we should ask All Might himself” He grinned evilly.
“What?” I gasped. He let go and pushed up. He went over and talked to Dabi quietly. Dabi’s expression went from annoyed to anused. Shigaraki walked out of the room while Dabi stalked up to me. He grabbed me by the throat and yanked me up from the floor.
“Come on Sweetness.” He chuckled. “We got a little show to do.” He drug me from the room. I looked at everything I could as he drug me through the halls. Trying to take in every detail that could tell me where I was at. The building was obviously abandoned or at least very run down. I nearly fell down the stairs as he tugged me along. My body was screaming in pain but I couldn’t stop him. I tripped hard enough on a landing that I got out of his grip.
“Hmph.” I groaned as I hit the ground. I huffed and huffed before I looked up. There was a hole in the wall in front me. A spark of hope shot through me. A familiar sigh of a place me and Dad used to go to when I was a kid and we were visiting the city. I smiled as Dabi yanked me up.
“Clumsy bitch.” He murmured. We walked into a large area and Shigaraki was waiting there. Dabi pushed me towards the man. He grabbed me and reconnected the cuffs before he attached a chain to the cuffs. He pulled the chain, lifting the chain above my head. I hissed at the strain on my arm and shoulders.
“Behave.” He warned. I saw Dabi pull out a phone and start filming. Shigaraki started talking and threatening. I didn’t pay attention to what he said but focused on my actions. I had wanted to learn sign language as a kid and I am sure as hell glad Dad indulged me. I couldn’t sign out words but I could sign out letters. I began spelling out the name of the place while keeping my head forward.
“Ah!” I yelped as Shigarani hit me in the stomach. I doubled over the best I could.
“Now if you want to see her alive again I suggest you figure something out, All Might.” I quickly sighed ‘AC St’ and hoped they would notice. Before I could do anything else, I was knocked out cold.
3rd POV ~ Back @ UA
Somehow, Shiggy had gotten the video sent to the school. Nezu had seen only enough to realize what it was. He called Yagi and Aizawa immediately. As soon as they got there he told them about the video.
“Play it, play it now.” Yagi nearly yelled. Nezu nodded and played the video on his TV in his office. All three of them were quiet as the video played. Yagi was ned in the face by the time the video ended. Aizawa and Nezu watched him closely.
“She’s alive…” He whispered. He ran a hand down his face. He took in a shaky breath. “Play it again. I want to see if there is anything we can use to find her.” They all watched the video over and over again. The two could tell Yagi was trying to keep it together watching his daughter over and over again in her injured state. The tears were ever present in his eyes.
“Nothing. There is nothing to go by. All this video is, is a threat to us against her. Mostly to get to you.” Nezu said while thinking about Shigaraki’s words.
“There has to be something!” Yagi yelled, nearly pulling his hair out. His eyes were locked on the TV. He couldn’t give up. The two conversed behind while he watched the video again. He watched Y/N closely. This time he caught the movement of her hands and fingers. They were measured and proposed. “Wait, I think I got something.”
“What?”
“Zoom in on her hands and restart the video.” He said. They did just that and watched carefully. “Sign language! She’s spelling something out. She insisted on knowing it and I’m glad I let her.” Aizawa grabbed a pad and started writing out her message.
“Shilla’s Palace. AC St.” Aizawa said out loud. “What does that mean?” Yagi paused.
“Shilla’s Palace. It was a place I always took Y/N as a kid to when we visited the city. It was her favorite place. AC St. That I’m not sure what…” He trailed off as Nezu pulled up the place on a map. They all looked at the surrounding area. The building across the street looked dilapidated. Suddenly, a thought popped up in Yagi’s head. “Y/N’s Short hand! 'AC St’ means across the street! She’s across the street!”
“They have her in the abandoned department store across the street.”
“Gather the teachers and call the police. Let them know what’s going on.” Nezu said. Aizawa nodded and left the roone. Yagi went to follow but Nezu stopped him. “Not you, Yagi.”
“But…”
“It’s your daughter, I know. But you need to stay behind. You are too biased when it comes to this. It would be better for you to be there when they bring her back to comfort her then out there fighting When she needs you.” Yagi couldn’t argue with that.
“Just as long as we can have the rest of Class there when she comes back.” Nezu smiled.
“Then you better get to calling people.” Yagi smiled and nodded. He pulled out his phone starting with a certain blonde.
Y/N’S POV
I woke up with a major headache. I groaned, turning over onto my back. I stared at the ceiling with contempt.
“God I hope that worked.” I whispered as I rub the knot on my head. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sighed. I looked at the tiny window in the top corner of the room to see it was nearly dark. “I’ve been out for how long?”
“Shit, crap, dammit!” I heard yelling come from the hall. I tensed, setting my hands on the floor, readying myself for anything. The door slammed open, leaving a major dent in the wall behind. “What did you do?!”
“What?!” I looked at Shigaraki confused and defensive.
“There are heroes in the warehouse. What! Did! You! Do!” He yelled. Relief washed over me. I smirked and it only pissed him off more. “Ah!”
“Keep yelling and you’ll lead them right to us.” I said cheekily.
“Damn girl.” He shot forward and grabbed me by the neck tight. He glared into my eyes.
“Get out of here Dabi. Back to the hideout. I won’t be far behind.” Dabi didn’t think twice before he was gone. Shigaraki yanked me forward and drug me through the building. With the little energy I could muster, I threw my fist at his face. I knocked that stupid hand off his face stumble back, letting me go. He turned to look at me and blood was running from his nose.
“It’s an improvement.” I teased before going to hit him again. I got a few hits in before he grabbed my forearm. With all five fingers. I screamed and tried to pull away. I saw my Skin start to crack and looked away. He dropped my arm before connecting my cuffs and grabbing me by the back of my neck.
“You little brat.” the drug me to a railing and yanked me to stand up right. “This who you’re looking for?” He said loudly. I looked down and saw Aizawa and a few of the other teachers. They all looked up at us.
“L/N!” Aizawa yelled. “Let her go?”
“Let her go, huh?” He snickered. “Sure, but first…” I felt him place his finger down on my neck before a searing pain toon over.
“No!”
“Ah!” I screamed, nearly blacking out from pain. Next thing I knew, I was falling over the railing. I felt someone grab me before falling again.
“After him!” The person holding me yelled. I whimpered and squirmed from the two decay wounds. I opened my eyes the slightest bit to see Aizawa.
“Sensei…” He looked down at me.
“Hey you’re okay, kid. You’re safe.” He assured me. He moved me gently before looking at my neck and forearm.
“Where’s my dad?” I said in a small voice. He stopped before looking at me.
“He’s back at the school waiting for You.” I burst into tears. He pulled me into his chest and soothed me. He petted my head as I could faintly hear muffled voices. I peeked out to see a few paramedics and Midnight. A black rim was growing around the edge of my vision.
“ Aizawa-Sensei, is the room getting darker?” He looked down at me confused.
“No the room’s not getting darker, why…Hey, hey Stay with me L/N!” I felt him shake me gently. “We need to get these cuffs off her. Her quirk accelerates her healing process.” Everything started to go blurry before I felt the need to shut my eyes.
“Night, night Aizawa-sensei.” I barely heard his protest before passing out.
A/N : I forgot to save my first draft ahhhh, so now I have to rewrite it :(
Hope you enjoy!
As soon as lessons had finished, everyone rushed to their respective friends, chatting away as a few curious eyes darted toward the new girl.
Bakugou walked up to her desk, his bag already packed and slung over his shoulder. She looked up at him with a small smile. “What is it?”
“Are you not going to pack away?” he grumbled, giving her a look of confusion and she sat still in her seat.
“I don’t see the need to rush.” she replied quietly, starting to gather her pen and books.
“Well if you don’t hurry up and train then you won’t be able to beat those losers.” he declared, grabbing the remaining few textbooks off her desk and stuffing them into her book bag.
“Shall we go?” he asked, raising and eyebrow at her, to which she pursed her lips and nodded.
“Is Bakubro ditching us again?” Kirishima wondered aloud as he watched the two leave the classroom together.
“Yeah, it feel kinda quiet without his constant noise.” Kaminari piped up, a small frown on his face.
“Well I’m sure he’ll join us again soon.” Mina cheered, giving the boys both a smile before looping her arms around their necks. Sero watched from the side with a smile before suggesting that they too should start training soon.
Together the four walked back to the dorms, spotting the two ahead. It was mainly Bakugou who spoke, Y/N nodding in response, occasionally letting out a small reply.
“And your hero work?” he inquired, pushing open the dorm doors and walking to the stairs, her trailing behind him.
“I’m due to start again next week.” she answered. “I guess they’ll call me whenever and pull me out of class. Kind of a bother to be honest.”
“Do you not want to attend school?” he peered back over his shoulder, slowing down his pace so she could walk up the stairs next to him.
“I just don’t really see the point.”
“Why?”
“Well I’m already a pro hero aren’t I?” Her tone was soft yet her replies were sharp and to the point.
“What about middle school? What did you do then?”
“I was home schooled.“
He nodded in reply, unlocking his room and entering. She followed and closed the door behind her, setting her bag down on the floor next to his desk.
“So training?” she asked.
“Yeah. Better to do something productive than stay cooped up in your room all day.” he said. “Did Midnight bring any sports clothes?”
“No.” she shook her head, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as she watched him run around trying to sort things out for her.
“Here, you can borrow some of mine for now.” he said, pulling out a pair of joggers and a old t shirt. He placed them in her hands and watched as her eyes looked them over continuously. “They’re clean I promise.” he grumbled.
She nodded, content, before walking over to the bathroom, locking the door and getting changed. Although half way through putting the shirt on, her reflection caught her eye. Large ugly lines littered her body, each surrounded by a slightly darker hue that only accented the eyesore. She felt her breath hitch at the sight, tracing each scar with her eyes before she felt her eyesight go blurry with tears.
A knock on the door took her out of her trance, a squeak escaping her mouth in response.
“Have you fallen into the toilet or something?” Bakugou shouted from outside.
“Wait, I’m nearly done.” she responded, hastily pulling the top down and gathering up her neatly folded school uniform in her arms, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping back into his bedroom.
“God woman, you took forever.” he muttered before pointing to a rather large plastic box set next to the wall at the end of his bed. “You can keep your stuff in there if it helps.”
She crouched down and eyed the box for any trace of dust, a small hum showing she was happy before placing down her uniform in the corner.
“You have a few more stuff to put away right?” he spoke up, sighing for dramatic effect.
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“I’ll go downstairs and fill up up our water, come down when you’re done and lock the door.” She once again nodded and he turned to leave the room. “And hurry up.”
“Alright thanks.” she said, hearing him say ‘no problem’ before the door clicked shut.
She hurriedly unpacked the things from the small suitcase Midnight had brought earlier, finding some neatly folded underwear, some pairs of socks and some other things. Settling them all neatly into the box, she closed down the lid, zipped up the suitcase and left the room, making sure to lock the door before walking down the hallway to the stairs.
She pondered about the blonde. She felt no ill intent from him or his words. He was simply harsh and abrasive, a little rough in his social skills but that didn’t mean he was a bad person in any way. She had picked up on his way to try and comfort her, something she was very grateful for. He even went as far to reassure her every time she wondered if something was dirty or not.
“Y/N right?” a voice brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to see a black haired girl walking towards her. “I’m Yaoyorozu but you can just call me Momo, it’s nice to meet you.” she smiled.
She returned the gesture with a small smile and a ‘it’s nice to meet you too’ before asking the other girl if she needed something.
“No not really.” Yaoyorozu said, pausing before continuing with a “I was just wondering why you don’t use the lift?”
“I wasn’t aware there was a lift.” She answered truthfully. “But it’s alright, I could do with a little more exercise lately.”
Yaoyorozu giggled at her comment. “I’m sure you don’t.” she said. “Where are you going? I could perhaps accompany you.”
“I’m just going downstairs to the common room I think.”
“Alright, let’s go.” Yaoyorozu said, taking the lead as the two girls descended the stairs.
“What are you going to do today?” she asked, feeling a need to make sure the girl wasn’t alone in the afternoons, not just as the classes’ vice president but also as a friend.
“Some training with Katsuki.” she replied. The use of Bakugou’s first name had taken Yaoyorozu back, despite her seeing their constant interactions during the school hours.
“Are you two close?” she asked. To pry into someone’s personal life wasn’t something she would normally do, however curiosity was getting the better of her.
Y/N hummed in response as they turned around the corner. She was slightly stuck with having a conversation with someone her age. She didn’t know what they would talk about, or what type of responses would satisfy the other person, however Yaoyorozu was the one directing the conversation and she was grateful that the girl had struck up a conversation with her.
“Not really.” she said curtly, before spotting him leaning against the wall on his phone. “Alright, I’ll see you later Yaoyorozu.”
“Momo’s fine.”
“Thank you Momo.” she bowed slightly before running off to Bakugou, who looked up from his phone.
“Took you long enough. What were you talking about with Ponytail?”
“Nothing much, just introductions.” she answered, taking one of the water bottles from him. “Thanks.”
“Whatever. Come on let’s go.”
His question was half-hearted. To be honest, he didn’t care what the two girls were talking about. God, he didn’t care half the time when people were talking to him, but for some reason the girl next to him did nothing but pipe his interest.
Whenever he saw her or thought of her, his mind would be clouded by questions. Was she okay? Why was she such a clean freak? Was his food today okay? He knew she had complimented it during lunch but his insecurities grew with along the pride that prevented him from voicing out his thoughts.
A question that rattled his mind for hours on end was what did she think of him?
She was utterly thankful. She had voiced her thanks the previous night, but not even words could describe the happiness she felt when she was with her first out-of-hero-work friend. She was elated, although it was hard to tell from her short replies and seemingly uninterested persona. She was so grateful
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female body parts ! he calls you bitch and doll, overstimulation
◦ dabi came back after a long mission
◦ he missed his doll <3
◦ he made u feel so good u couldn’t help but cry
he was going so hard it felt so good. “d-dabi please fuck” you said, as you were currently laying under him, while he was thrusting deep deep into your pretty little pussy. a bulge was starting to form in your tummy and dabi couldn’t help but smirk. “please what doll? use your words” you couldn’t speak. all you could think of was dabi and how good he was making you feel. you couldn’t even feel the tears that fell down your face, only knowing that you started crying because dabi said “am i making my little bitch feel that good she can’t help but cry?” you tried nodding as you sniffed slightly. “fuck doll” dabi groaned and went even harder, which you didn’t think was possible. he started rubbing your clit and you let out a string of fucks as you could feel your orgasm building. you came with a loud moan, but that didn’t mean dabi was stopping. oh no, it was his mission to make you cry out of pleasure even more <3
So I was fixing up this blog, and I accidentally deleted the Todoroki headcanons and the Midoriya headcanons anyways on to the new Todo headcanons
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~ Nicknames
Shoto: Snowflake, baby
You: Angel, Icyhot, he only likes it when you call him that
~ Sharing food is a yes, he loves to feed you some of his soba, at first it was a bit awkward, but now he loves doing it
~ Late night soba runs are a h u g e y e s, yes he will take you to eat soba at 1 or 3 am
~ A bit of a cuddler
~ When you two have a cuddle session, he likes to hold your hand, this will bring him comfort especially after a long day
~ A bit of a jealous type, not to the point where he is possessive, but if he sees someone flirt with you or touch you when you clearly don’t want to be touched, oh poor them
~ He loves it when you touch his hair,
~ Kiss.His.Scar.
~ He will care for you so much
~ Like if you ever get his, he is there, you need something, even the smallest thing, he will be there
~ For my insecure readers, he will always reassure you that you are perfect and beautiful
~ Ruffling his hair is a must, he feels safe when you do
~ If you are smaller than him, he loves to kiss your forehead or your nose
~ He would be a good kisser, even though this is his first relationship, he is a fast learner
~ He is protective of you, if you get injured during a battle or training, he will rush to you asking
“Are you okay, snowflake? How’s your injury? Is it bad?”
~ Fight me if you disagree, but he would talk about you to Fuyumi and Rei
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Sorry that it’s short, but here it is. I hope you enjoy it
❀Warning: Bad Grammar / Angst / Burning / Bad Language
❀A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just thought about this scenario and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Thought I could share it with y’all.
❀Words:247
❀Published:03.03.2021
This whole situation was just stupid. You where fighting over nonsense again. Normally you two would give each other the silence treatment for a few hours and that’s it, but this time it was somehow different. “Everything would be so much easier if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, it’s fucking annoying!” Dabi screamed at you, blue flames coming up from his patched up skin.
That was a damn lie, he loved it when you would show him affection – but the anger got the best of him.
You immediately froze. Sure he could get mad sometimes, but never to the point where he would say such hurtful things to you. The feeling of disappointment spread over your whole body. Disappointed in Dabi? Disappointed in yourself? Maybe with the whole situation you got yourself into.
Not knowing how to handle it any further you stormed of. All you wanted was some space right now.
Dabi grabbed you by your wrist. “I swear I didn’t -”
You flinched away in pain. A sharp burn coming from your wrist. Dabi pulled away immediately, probably just as shocked as you were.
Looking at your wrist you were able to make out a red ring, right where Dabi grabbed it. Not one of you said a word, just looking at your burned wrist. After you realized what just happened you turned on your heel and left. “It wasn’t on purpose.” he breathed, fully aware that you couldn’t hear him anymore.
❀Summary: Dabi having a mental breakdown – y/n trying her best to calm him down.
❀A/N: Sorry it’s a really short Imagine – maybe even only a Drabble lol, but I hope you still like it.
❀Pairings: Dabi x Reader
❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Angst / Blood / Bad Language / Kidnapping (idk) / little bit of Stockholm Syndrome (maybe)
❀Published:01.03.2021
❀Words:484
You woke up from a sudden bang. With a loud sight your eyes fluttered open, just to remember that you were still lingering at the run down LOV’s base. Laying on a hard wooden bed with only a blanked under you for at least a little bit of comfort. Starring up at the ceiling, a dim light was flickering right above you. Starting to stretch your tense back you could hear another loud bang and some mumbled but coarse screaming from the bathroom next to the room you were sleeping in.
Looking over to the undone bed in the corner, you noticed that Dabi was nowhere to be seen.
A loud shatter made you jump. Was that some glass breaking? You hopped from your bed and went straight for the bathroom door. Ignoring your inner voice that told you to knock, you opened the door ungraciously.
The scene in front of you made you freeze for a second. Dabi was standing in front of a shattered mirror, blood dripping down into the sink. His hands were clashed on the edge of it. He abruptly looked over to you which made you flinch. His full attention was on you now. The stitches in his face looked like the were torn open. Did he do that to himself?
Grabbing a bigger piece of broken glass he threw it directly at you. “Get the fuck out of here!”
You blocked the piece of glass from hurting your face with your arms. “Stop that bullshit!” you said sternly “Did something happen? What’s going on?” Normally Dabi would discipline you for talking to him like that, but this time he just growled.
“This is non of you businesses.”
His left hand wandered to his right wrist, scathing the already lose stitches open. Oh, so he really did all that to himself.
You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just walked up to him from behind and wrapped your arms around his shaking body, blocking his arms from hurting himself even more.
It was obvious that Dabi could shake you off easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t move an inch. “Why are you doing that?” he whispered with a raspy voice.
Why am I doing it? I shouldn’t care about him the way I do. I should hate him for kidnapping me. I should hate him for hurting me.
You definitely hated him in the beginning, but now? You weren’t sure. He was a fragment of your life for quiet a while now. Whether you wanted that was a whole different story.
Did I catch some kind of Stockholm Syndrome?
You couldn’t give Dabi an answer. So you just kept clinging on him for dear life until he stopped shaking and his breathing calmed down. Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome, but maybe it’s just the pure affection you build up for the man in front of you.
You ever think about something simple and wonder if a sunshine boy would snap if you did it in front of them?
For example, you’re going about your day in a large hoodie that’s so damn comfy and long you don’t have to wear pants. You’re just going about your morning, trying to make yourself some food or a beverage, and then in comes your sunshine boy trying very hard to not bend you over the counter because that cute ass is tempting him every time you reach up to grab whatever it is that you need.
And then the second that the hoodie rides up to reveal your panties, he just fuckingloses it and pins you to the counter, your back pressed against him with no room to escape while he breathes down your neck. “Babe if you keep teasing me, this sweet ass of yours is going to be purple by the time I’m done.”
a relationship with bakugo katsuki because it’s all i think about?
he is a bold lover for sure, says what he thinks and keeps things real and structured. he believes in hard work and going outside to be productive in society.
it’s you taking the time to ask about his day, massaging his hands and forearms when they get sore. it doesn’t matter how simple or light the touch is, his heart will always flutter. and you know it.
it’s fighting over who gets to lick the spoon clean of cake batter. having nicknames and inside jokes, going on road trips with best friends, putting daisies in his hair and it’s picking up each other’s good (and bad) habits; the sense of unity.
cold feet under a warm blanket, lazy laughter and lopsided smiles. him being a big lover of physical touch as a form of affection.
he has a stash of love letters he’s never given you. but he’ll mumble lines from the pages in a box under his bed on a rainy night as he’s holding your hand because he doesn’t want this date to be over just yet..
because he’s a hopeless romantic.
katsuki won’t hold anything back —in love, life, and even in fights, he will never back down when it comes to you.
you would find yourself loving life. and maybe that’s simply because bakugo katsuki is in it.
Bakugou Katsuki never thought that he would be reading one of those dumb articles that were meant to be read by teenagers, but when he found himself in the lowest rank of ‘which pro-hero would be your ideal husband’ he just couldn’t stop himself from clicking the link and reading the whole thing.
Why would he be the worst husband?
Pro-hero Dynamight knew that he was rough around the edges, that he had trouble expressing some of his feelings, and that his work consumed most of his time on most days, but marrying him would be a nightmare as the article stated? Well, he wasn’t the sweetest dude in the world like Deku and he certainly wasn’t a ‘mystery to be solved’ like Shoto, but he knew that he had changed and that he was a better man now, but was that really enough?
He knew it was stupid feeling this way because of an online article written by stupid people that didn’t even know him personally, but he couldn’t stop himself from frowning like he did when things didn’t go his way. He also knew that he didn’t want to get married now, but why was he feeling so bothered by being in the lowest rank in that article?
Did you also think that way?
Was that the reason why you never really talked about marriage even though you’ve been together for more than three years now?
He was overthinking, both of you were young and had an entire life to get married if you really wanted to, but was he the reason why you didn’t want to talk about marriage?
Bakugou Katsuki didn’t like being in last place or feeling that he wasn’t enough.
“Why are you frowning? Did something happen?” You asked while getting out of the shower. He was leaning on the sink waiting for you to be done.
“Nothing happened,” He said with a pout, he knew that his words didn’t convince you but he also knew that you tend to respect the fact that sometimes he didn’t want to talk whenever he was mad.
He appreciated it.
He followed you to your bedroom and sat on the bed while you were doing your skincare routine, he would be staying the night at your place again and he couldn’t wait to lay with you and forget about that stupid article.
“This morning I went to that furniture store with my friend and saw some shelves that were really cute, I just thought that when we moved together we could buy them and put them in our bedroom. I could use them to put my books there and you could put your All Might merch there as well” You said with an excited look on your face. “It’s just that I thought that these shelves were like you and me, the vibe and everything”
Right, both of you have been daydreaming about having your own house for a while now, but neither of you have actually said something about making that real, just silly conversations like this showed him that both of you liked the idea of having your own space together.
He felt his heart grow bigger at the thought of you being in that store thinking about him and your future house together. It was amazing how your entire being could comfort him without even knowing what was wrong in the first place. He felt himself relax knowing that you still wanted to move in with him and slowly start a life together.
Even if you never get married, he felt at ease thinking that for now, you imagined a home with him in which both of you could be as happy as possible.
Shinso and ________ had been best friends for some time now, yet when Shinso gets a girlfriend, their friendship slowly deteriorates. With the heartbreaking realization that her feelings for Shinso were stronger than she thought, she has no other option but to walk away from Shinso before she gets hurt even further. What she didn’t expect was for Todoroki Shoto to be there to pick up the pieces.
WARNINGS:YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, MANIPULATION (HE USES SOMEONE ELSES QUIRK TO MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM).
Tetsutetsu has such a particular way of hugging you. He relies a lot on his brute force, and his way of giving affection is well… brute force. No matter where you are or who you are with, he’ll always have his way with you. It’s a pattern, he sees you, screams (loudly) your name so he won’t startle you with the sudden attack of affection. And then he runs towards you, picks you up in his arms and lifts you up. Spins you around if he’s particularly happy.
At first, you found yourself weirded out or annoyed by it, since well, you didn’t really know him and you felt like he was overstepping a boundary. But lately, some feelings have been sprouting deep within your heart and stomach, and suddenly you can’t help but feel so happy whenever he picks you up to hug you. Butterflies in your stomach as he lifts you up and when you get oh so close to his face.
What would be your surprise when you figure out that he has been using someone’s quirk to slowly make you fall in love with him.
You’ll be his sooner or later. But, he would prefer it to be soon.
