Summary; All of this was started by a deal. [Name] didn’t expect to fall in love with one of the top students from the hero course, Midoriya Izuku. What happens when things go out of control?
Proceed with Caution: This story will contain angst.
Word Count:2,615
The sun shining above birds chirped happily beside their own families. Small children are holding their mother’s hand as they walk across the busy street.
The tall purple walls that surround the grounds of U.A High School, which protects their students and staff from any uninvited citizens to enter into their property. The security of the school has improved ever since the incident with the League of Villains.
Students wearing their respected uniforms. They are chatting away with their friend groups from their dorms.
Meanwhile, you are holding hands with your green-haired boyfriend, whose cheeks were slightly flushed in red since he’s still not used to this kind of affection despite the fact you’ve been dating for almost twelve months.
Your first anniversary is coming up.
You cannot believe it has been so long. You can’t help but ponder on the reason why you even started to date him in the first place.
synopsis:izuku goes abroad on a hero mission and it breaks his heart to leave y/n, but he comes to realizations about the two of them while he’s away.
content: pro hero au, fluff, relationship discussions, i throw in some marriage talk
word count:1.5k
a/n:this song makes me feel warm and fuzzy but sad at the same time and after listening to it on repeat for awhile it reminded me of izuku :,)
It was three in the morning. He was on another plane going on another mission abroad, and all Izuku could think about was the way Y/N had cried at the airport the first time he’d left for an overseas mission a year ago.
“I’m so excited for you!” she had screamed when she heard the news, immediately jumping into his arms and rambling about all of the food he’d get to try and the amazing people he’d meet. And his nerves had vanished right then and there, and they both spent the night making a list of things he’d take with him, neither of them pausing to think what six months away meant for their relationship.
They’d been dating for two years, having officially gotten together after graduating high school. Y/N was currently in college studying to be a teacher, and was doing her training at UA. She was almost positive she’d go back to UA to teach, and was thrilled at the prospect of being a mentor to so many young aspiring heroes while doing some hero work at the same time. She was happy, and seeing her happy made Izuku happy.
Since he was in the limelight a lot, the relationship was hard on Y/N, no matter how hard she tried to insist it wasn’t. Izuku was an expert at avoiding the media, but it was still irritating when Y/N was referred to as nothing more than his girlfriend, when she was a part time hero and student, something he thought was far more impressive than what he was doing. The first chance he got he bought them a house near UA and Y/N’s university with a great security system to scare away any paparazzi who would be smart enough to find out where they lived (something no one had done so far).
His trip was something they’d both known would happen eventually, but they’d never explicitly discussed it. Izuku was scared to bring it up, terrified Y/N would mistake his feelings of unease for wanting to end their relationship, which was the last thing he wanted. Whenever he brought it up she’d wave it away, assuring him everything was going to be fine, and that he must remember to bring back a souvenirer, both for her and for the apartment. And, in a team effort with his mom, she’d made him a new scarf to take with him, because it was cold in New York, especially in the wintertime. They didn’t talk about the risks of the mission—they’d stopped discussing dangers on the job after a few months of dating, because it was so normal in both of their jobs they both overlooked it more often than not.
Y/N drove him to the airport, ignoring his advice for her to stay home and rest before her class the next day. Izuku was recognized by the staff, and paired with Y/N’s determined stare, it was enough for her to be allowed to wait with him at his gate until his flight left.
She sat with him for almost an hour, holding his hand the entire time and talking about her classes and the kids she was mentoring, knowing any other topic would make them both remember why they were here.
He was the last one to board the flight. He couldn’t bring himself to get up, to let go of Y/N’s hand. They’d never been apart longer than three weeks for over six years now, and letting go of her hand was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment.
“C’mon,” she’d said, standing up and pulling him along with him. Izuku clutched his boarding pass much harder than necessary, something Y/N had to have noticed. But her gaze was straight ahead, focused on the flight attendant waiting to check his pass and allow him onto the plane.
She turned to hug him, squeezing him tightly and pressing kisses along the side of his face. “I love you so much, have a safe flight, and call me as soon as you land.”
And then she was letting go of him and pushing him forward gently, and Izuku handed over his boarding pass and turned to look back at her.
She was standing right where he’d left her, wrapped up in his favorite All Might scarf. Her cheeks were glistening with tears, and with a startled realization that his vision was blurring, he realized he was crying, too. She waved at him until he couldn’t see her anymore, and it took all of Izuku’s willpower not to jump out of the plane and rush back into her arms. He felt like his heart was breaking, knowing she was crying because of him, knowing her heart would ache just as his was aching now because of him.
He called her the second he landed, and didn’t hang up until she fell asleep and he did too, in a bed 6,000 miles away from the only person he wanted to be with.
“My students keep asking about you!” Y/N chirped, smiling widely at him. She was in the kitchen, eating a late lunch. It was almost midnight for Izuku, but he hadn’t felt this awake all week.
Between both of their busy schedules, they only managed to video call once a week, the rest of their communication being text messages and the occasional quick phone call. But when they did video call, they stayed on the line until one of them fell asleep. Izuku was determined not to nod off for at least another hour. Seeing Y/N, even through a screen, was his biggest motivation to keep moving forward on his mission.
It was going well, all things considering. Winter was hell in New York, but Izuku dutifully took his new scarf everywhere he went and bundled up whenever he went outside. It had already been three months, and he had heard whispers around the agency where he was working that the mission might wrap up within the next month if things continued to go smoothly.
He hadn’t told Y/N, not wanting to get her hopes up in case he did have to stay the full six months.
“Really? Do you tell them I’m kicking ass over here in the states? And that I’ll bring them souvenirs if they’re nice to you?” He asked her now, fighting back a yawn. It was only 1AM, how weak was he? Sure he’d chased down a lead today—literally—but that was no excuse.
“Oh, they’re always nice to me,” Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she took a bite of her lunch. “So they’re all expecting gifts.”
He smiled. Y/N told him more about how life was going back home. She visited his mom weekly, cooking with her and oftentimes calling Izuku with her while she was there. As she was telling him about her last visit, he remembered what his mom had told him before he’d left.
“Y/N doesn’t say it,” she told him, eyes already welling with tears as she spoke. “But I know she worries for you as much as I do. She loves you with her whole heart and more, Izuku. I know you love her just as much.That kind of love is too special to let go. Do you understand?”
He did.
They’d both talked about it—marriage. Y/N had told him she’d agree to marry him in a heartbeat, but she understood that they also didn’t need to formally get married and she was perfectly content with how they were now.
He remembered reading columns about them that the newspapers would sometimes put out whenever he got interviewed on big talk shows and he talked about Y/N. The reporters would go crazy with it for a couple of weeks: speculating when a ring would be spotted on Y/N’s finger, when Dynamight would come home after years abroad to attend the wedding, when All Might would emerge from his peaceful retirement to officiate.
Izuku had been sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with Y/N when they’d moved in together, and the first thing she insisted they both do was plant a flower in the backyard. He’d been in love with her for over two years now, but finally moving in with her, seeing her plant the first flower in their new home together—that had solidified everything for him.
“Y/N,” he said now, quietly, as he found himself being overcome with sleep.
She looked up from her lunch, smile softening. “Yeah?”
“Love you so much,” he said. “Be lost without you.”
“I love you too, Izuku,” she replied.
He fell asleep before he could tell her he was going to marry her the second he got back, that he’d buy her a bouquet of flowers to match the ones in their garden in the backyard.
But he had a feeling she already knew. And it made him love her even more.
synopsis: y/n, with a new spider-based quirk recently given to her, is determined to free a little girl she saw on the street. eri. after eri is rescued, y/n meets her again, in the safety of their new home of ua, alongside her rescuers. one of which helps reignites y/n’s dwindling dream, and reminds her of why she wanted to be a hero.
a/n:thanks to the anon who sent in the request that inspired this!! I deviated from it a bit, hope that’s okay!! This is like the 4th spider-man related thing i’ve written, but i love the concept so idc >:)
The first time she sees her is on her second day of UA, on her way back home from school. She was just about to make it onto the street before a man grabbed her and snatched her back into the shadows, almost too quick for Y/N to see anything. Almost. She’d still seen the frantic look in the little girl’s eyes, the bandages wrapped around her arms.
On instinct Y/N follows after them, sprinting across the street to the alley, sure she didn’t imagine it. The little girl had white hair. Impossible to miss, even from a dark alley.
But when she makes it into the alley they’ve vanished. There’s doors leading to who knows where on either side of the alley’s walls, and Y/N desperately yanks at them, wishing the radioactive spider had given her lockpicking skills, too. None of them budge. Y/N calls the police, waiting impatiently for them to arrive. There isn’t a lot of foot traffic along near the alley—at least, not when she saw the little girl. She might be the only witness, and the police might not believe her.
She still stayed and gave her statement, describing the little girl with as much detail as possible. The police took down everything she said, and Y/N hoped they’d look into it. There wasn’t anything she could do. Her body hadn’t automatically reacted with her quirk, because she’d only received her spider abilities a month ago, and they were not second nature to her yet. If she’d swung across the alley with her webs, or at least grabbed the arm of the man with them, would she have been able to do something?
The next few weeks are a blur. UA was notorious for being a hero school, but the general studies course was jam packed with college preparatory courses. Y/N wasn’t able to apply for the hero course since her quirk arrived… late, so she stuck with general studies. After school, she’d walk the same route where she’d seen the little girl every day, sometimes circling back to walk a different route with more alleys. Y/N couldn’t swing from place to place like she wanted to, since a hero on patrol might scold her for it, or she’d get in the way of a mission in place, so she stuck to walking. She’d checked in with the police about the report she’d made, but they told her they hadn’t found anything. So it was up to her to find the little girl again, and save her from whatever was happening to her.
Y/N started training with her quirk at home, avoiding her parents by practicing on the roof or in the safety of her locked room, getting the hang of the sticky touch and the web shooting. The reflexes were a great added bonus—she dominated in PE class. But she needed to train herself to react instinctively with her quirk, especially if she wanted to follow through on her dream of becoming a hero. She didn’t want to fall behind, even though the odds were literally stacked against her.
The little girl found her the next week.
Y/N was walking along a route behind the alley where she’d first seen her when she felt someone bump into her, lightly enough where Y/N may have mistaken it for the wind. But she glanced down and there she was, big red eyes staring right back at her, as surprised as she was.
There’s no one else on the street—it’s mainly filled with warehouses to begin with, and people are still at work. It’s just Y/N and the little girl.
“Hi,” Y/N dropped to her knees quickly, eye level with the little girl. “I’m Y/N, I’m here to help you. What’s your name?”
She was trembling, and an arm’s length away from Y/N. Her bandages looked new, as though they had just been replaced.
Before she could reply, Y/N sees a shadow approaching from the alley, and she scoops the little girl up, ready to sling away with her webs. She turns to latch onto a building across the street and is met with a man standing in front of her, smiling cruelly down at both of them. “There you are, Eri.”
The man reaches up with lightning speed, before Y/N can even react, and touches his fingers to her temples. She vaguely felt the man take Eri from her before she blacked out, feeling her energy drain out of her as her vision faded to darkness.
She woke up to someone lightly shaking her shoulder. Y/N sat up with a gasp, wildly looking around her. “Where is she? Did he take her?”
The workday seems to be over, because the street looks busier than before. The lady who woke her up helps her to her feet, asking if she needs to go to a hospital. Y/N thanked her before stumbling away, still feeling a bit light headed. She knew there was a police station around here somewhere. The woman who helped her insisted on going with her, and Y/N let her help her walk the few blocks there.
The police took both of their statements, and Y/N goes home long after the sun has set, exhausted and fearing the wrath of her worried parents.
Y/N had plans to go back to the police station at least once a week to bother them into taking her seriously, but then the Heights Alliance dorms were built, and she found herself moving into the dorms.
When they were allowed to return home on breaks or odd weekends, Y/N was sure to take the same routes as before, searching every alley for Eri. A few times she thinks she’s seen her, and she calls out to her, slinging across streets to the alley, only to find it empty. Y/N was starting to think she imagined it, but every time it happened, she finds bandages on the alley’s floor. Eri’s had come looking for her, but either was too scared to ask for help or was dragged back to wherever they kept her.
The police tell Y/N to stop calling, assuring her they are on the case. And she believes them, because this is the first time they’ve told her that. She’s practically on a first name basis with the receptionist at the station, who was always very blunt on where they were in the investigation. The next time Y/N calls, she’s told Eri is safe, but they aren’t allowed to say anything more.
Y/N is pretty sure she scares her dorm neighbor with her loud cheers.
“Hey, Midoriya!”
Izuku screamed, almost dropping his notebooks. He was on his way to his dorm, and hadn’t even noticed Mirio. Even without his quirk he was surprisingly sneaky.
“Yes?” Izuku squeaked, still a bit startled.
“Eri-chan’s been asking for someone lately, and no one knows who it is.” Mirio falls into step beside him as Izuku leads him to a nearby bench where they can sit.
It’d been a while since Izuku saw Eri. She was getting acclimated to her new life living on campus, and was doing better than ever.
“Really? What’s their name?” Izuku adjusts his notebooks to set them on his lap. Mirio leans back into the bench, looking thoughtful.
“Y/N, Eri-chan says. She keeps asking for her. Aizawa can’t get much else out of her, I think she’s still a little shaky, especially when it comes to her memories.” Izuku nods.
“So, how’re your classes going?” They fall into an easy conversation after that, until eventually Mirio heads back to his own dorm for the night. Izuku gets his homework done for the day, the name Y/N in the back of his mind for the rest of the night.
A few weeks later, Izuku found himself wandering around the school during lunch. He was in the mood for a walk, but his allergies had been acting up lately, so he was stuck inside as much as possible. He didn’t even really know where he was—he’d never been in this part of the school before. After some vague snooping into classrooms he figured out it was the general studies branch of the school. He brightened, thinking maybe he’d see Shinso around somewhere.
“Y/N!” he heard someone call from down the hallway. He whirled around, almost activating his quirk in his haste. Someone was at the end of the hall, looking at someone else out of sight. “Wait up!”
Izuku bolted down the hallway, but when he rounded the corner there was no one else there. He kept searching nearby classrooms in vain, sure this couldn’t be a coincidence.
Aizawa had told him and Mirio not even a few days ago that Eri had finally shared who Y/N was, and why she wanted to find her. She’d been the first person to try and save her, but they’d both been caught every time. Eri wanted to thank her for all of her attempts. She’d even made her a card already, with a picture of the two of them. Aizawa had shown it to them, and although it was the drawing of a little kid, the UA uniform was unmistakable. Aizawa said he’d search for a Y/N in the school records that weekend. It was Friday today, which meant he hadn’t yet.
“Midoriya?”
Izuku whirled around, mid inspection of an empty classroom.
“Shinso-kun!”
He quickly explained he was searching for someone named Y/N, and if there was anyone with that name in the general studies program.
“Oh, Y/N. I was about to go borrow their notes. I can take you to them.”
But the bell rings just as Izuku begins to practically glow in thanks. He thanks Shinso for his help, telling him he’ll meet Y/N soon, and hurries back to class, suddenly desperate for the end of the day so he can find Aizawa and ask him about the Y/N search.
But Mirio found him first, right after classes are over for the week.
“Aizawa says he might’ve found Y/N! I’ll come get you tomorrow, he’s taking Eri to meet her in the staff room. She’s taken a liking to it, she’ll feel safe there.”
Izuku could barely sleep that night. He was so excited—both for Y/N, who’d feel so relieved at knowing Eri was safe, and for Eri, who was going to be able to thank Y/N. He finally fell asleep at around two in the morning, but not before going through at least five of his hero journals before he got sleepy.
Mirio kept his promise and showed up at the dorms just after breakfast, and Izuku hurried to clean off his dishes before leaving with him.
It felt odd to be on campus on a weekend, but every door Mirio opened for them was unlocked, probably thanks to Aizawa. Izuku unconsciously sped up, scared he’ll have missed the reunion. He’d become invested in this, determined to see Eri smile more as she learns how to be happy and interact more with others.
He found Eri sitting on the couch, looking nervous and staring intently down at the note in her lap. Izuku took the seat beside her after greeting her and Aizawa, starting a small conversation with her while Mirio and Aizawa conversed quietly before Mirio hurried out the door, probably to fetch Y/N. Aizawa sat himself down at the table and sipped his coffee quietly while Izuku talked with Eri. She relaxed after a few minutes, opening her note and sharing her drawing once more, her eyes shining with excitement.
“I’m back, and I’ve brought a friend!” Izuku whipped around at the same time Eri did.
Behind a grinning Mirio was a girl, who tentatively peeked around him, her eyes searching the room before landing briefly on Izuku, and then on Eri beside him.
He heard her sharp intake of breath and watched, transfixed for some reason, as she walked forward slowly toward Eri, who had got up from the couch and was walking toward Y/N slowly.
“For you,” Eri said, thrusting the note out in front of her. “To thank you.”
Y/N took it gently, as though scared Eri would suddenly bolt. She unfolded it and read it quietly, a smile growing on her face and tears starting to slide down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner,” she said, barely loud enough for Izuku to hear from his seat on the couch. Eri offered her a tissue from her pocket, and Y/N took it with a quiet thanks, wiping away her tears as Aizawa started to explain how Eri had ended up at UA.
Eri led Y/N over to where Izuku sat on the couch and she sat down in between them, beaming at them both as Aizawa talked. Y/N glanced at Izuku when he was mentioned in the story, smiling, which he brightly mirrored back to her.
“I’m glad someone was looking out for her,” Y/N said, looking at Izuku with shining eyes he found very hard to meet the gaze of without blushing. He could practically feel Mirio’s knowing smile from across the room where he sat at the long table with Aizawa, talking again now that the long story was over. Eri was busy showing Y/N her outfit and matching bows, and Y/N was complimenting them. Izuku wandered over to his teacher and upperclassmen.
“I’ll take Eri back soon,” Aizawa murmured. “Mirio, walk these two back to the dorms for me.”
“I can walk Y/N back,” Izuku blurted, almost surprising himself. Mirio’s smile returned, and Izuku rushed to finish. “That way Mirio-senpai can head back with Eri-chan, I know he was supposed to spend the day playing with her.”
“Fine by me,” Aizawa sighed, moving to wash his empty coffee mug in the sink. “Straight back to your dorm, Midoriya.”
“Yes, sir,” Izuku replied quickly, knowing the meaning behind the tone and knowing glare Aizawa sent him. No more spontaneous meetings with villains on campus alone.
After a tearful goodbye with promises to visit often, Izuku and Y/N parted ways from Eri and co, walking the opposite way towards the dorms. He was bursting with questions. Eri had only mentioned Y/N had tried to save her multiple times, but often Eri had only caught a glimpse from her across the street before she was taken back inside. What was Y/N’s quirk like? How had she found Eri the first time? Had she had to fight against Chisaki’s men? Why had she filed two police reports, as she’d briefly mentioned—
“This is my stop.”
Izuku stopped in front of the dorm building, where a giant 1-C Alliance sign adorned the entrance above. Y/N smiled at him, moving to enter her dorm building. “Thanks for walking me. Shinso had mentioned you were looking for me, but we both had no idea why. I would’ve never imagined Eri was involved.”
Izuku could only nod, his voice caught in his throat. He hated the way he froze up around attractive people. He resisted the urge to sprint away from Y/N in the hopes of hiding his blush but fought against the instinct. “I heard someone call your name during lunch, and I remembered how Eri-chan had been asking for a Y/N. It’s very nice finally meeting you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Y/N had stopped moving towards the dorm entrance, turning to face Izuku again. “I watched you at the sports festival. Has… Has your quirk always been like that?” Izuku didn’t miss the hesitation in her voice, or the way she subconsciously moved to rub at her wrists, which were wrapped in bandages.
“It’s much better now, I’ve been getting the hang of it!” Izuku reassured her brightly. “It just took some getting used to.”
“I can understand that,” Y/N replied, laughing quietly. “Mine is a bit like that, lately. I think I’ve just been over exerting myself.”
“Ah, your wrists?” Izuku asked, pointing at her hands. “I can offer you pointers! If you’d like, that is. I’m not sure how helpful I’d be, but I love learning about different quirks, and I know about a lot, so I think I’d know something to help you out somehow!” He quickly shut himself up, realizing in horror he’d been rambling.
But Y/N is looking at him with that same look in their eye as before, after hearing how he’d been involved in Eri’s rescue. “Would you? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You’re not a bother!” Izuku hurriedly said. “Does tomorrow work for you, in the afternoon? I know a spot behind the 1-A dorms that’s perfect for sparring and quirk usage.”
“No problem! I’ll come get you after lunch tomorrow!” He waved goodbye, waiting for Y/N to walk inside before jogging back to the 1-A dorms, feeling beyond giddy with himself.
Y/N’s quirk, Izuku quickly decides, is beyond cool. He’s already filled almost two pages with information about it, complete with a sketch of Y/N mid-swing with her webs.
Her main issue is her wrists, she tells him. At first she was fine, but after using her quirk more often, she’s started to feel the strain, and sometimes her skin would crack and bleed. Similar to Sero and his quirk repercussions, Izuku thought to himself.
Izuku does his best to help her, telling her all he can on how to treat her injuries after over exertion, something he is very knowledgeable in, and after seeing her in action for a while, he copies her moves (minus the webs). It’s similar to how he’s adjusted to flying through the air, but Y/N has the added momentum thanks to her webs, and thus uses more of her strength to change directions or stop.
Together, lying on the grass, they write out a workout routine for her while consulting online resources. Shoulder to shoulder on the grass, Izuku forgets about his nerves as he scribbles in his notebook, talking ambiably with an equally enthusiastic Y/N.
After they work out the plan, Y/N offered to show him her “spidey-senses.” Izuku is excited to see them in action and before he knows it they’re sparring. Y/N’s reactions are instantaneous, moving right as Izuku swings to tap her. He only landed a tap once, when she’s laughing at the determined set of his eyebrows and too distracted to doge properly.
They both tire themselves out and lay back down on the grass, panting.
“Hey, Midoriya.”
“Hm?” Izuku hums from his place beside her, still catching his breath.
“I wanted to be a hero. That’s why I applied to UA. But I wasn’t ready for the hero course, so I went with general studies.” Izuku turned his head to look at her. She was staring up at the sky, twiddling her fingers resting on her stomach. “But after meeting Eri, and you, I think I’m going to work for it. With all I’ve got. I’d be happy just working as a nobody in a hero agency if it means I get to help people.”
Izuku resisted the urge to start crying. “I believe in you, Y/N. And so does Eri-chan.”
He yelped when he felt her slap his arm gently. He turned to see her covering her face with her hands.
“Gonna make me cry again,” she mumbled from beneath her hands. Izuku laughed, rolling away from her when she reached out to smack him again.
Their training sessions become a weekly tradition. Every weekend they meet behind the 1-A dorms and stay there for an hour. Mainly they spar together, making a game out of how many times they manage to touch each other. After they get tired they lay in the grass, pointing clouds out to one another and talking about their weeks. Y/N’s been sticking to the workout routine Izuku helped her make, and she tells him it’s been a great help. He notices the difference in her moves, how she doesn’t hesitate as much anymore, trusts herself to listen to her instincts.
After a particularly tiring session, wherein Izuku won, Y/N plopped herself onto the ground, laughing to herself. Izuku sat beside her, stealing glances at her since her eyes were closed and there was no one around to tease him about it. She looked so at peace whenever they finished training, despite the sweat sticking to her forehead and the heavy breaths that escaped her lips.
“Hey, Midoriya.”
“Yeah?” He hurried to glance elsewhere, up at the clouds.
“I’ve never told anyone this,” she paused before continuing, “but I was born quirkless.”
He almost gave himself whiplash as he turned to face her. Her eyes were still closed, but he knows she could still feel his movements despite her sense of vision being obstructed.
“I got my quirk a month before school started, after a spider bit me. It was so scary to figure out alone. You’ve helped me alot.” She smiled at that, reaching over to pat his hand lightly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, almost automatically. His brain was still processing what she’d said.
“You’re like me, aren’t you?” He froze, his body going rigid in shock.
“It’s okay if you can’t tell me,” Y/N said, eyes still closed. “It’s just nice to know I’m not alone.”
Izuku didn’t trust himself to say anything. He reached out to take her hand, intertwining their fingers. Y/N’s smile returned, and she squeezed his hand lightly.
“I’m glad I found you,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.
“I’m glad I found you,” he echoed, moving to lay down beside her to look up at the clouds. He was careful not to let go of her hand.
synopsis: izuku is a terrible friend. he’s been lying to his best friend, y/n for over two years now. they’ve been friends since they started high school, but izuku can’t bring himself to burden y/n with a secret that could be dangerous for them. and he also hasn’t fully realized his feelings for them, so he’s just full of struggles at this point.
content:superhero stuff, makeout sesh at the end, clueless izuku
“Language, Midoriya!” Izuku contained a scream when he realized this was a livestream and not a pre-recorded video of his mentor talking to him.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. He adjusted his seat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge. He’d gotten a message from an unknown number to leave his apartment for a while to answer a call, so he’d swung up to one of his favorite rooftops (while wearing his suit to avoid extra attention as some random kid using web shooters to travel from rooftop to rooftop). He was glad he’d kept his suit’s mask on, if only to conceal the way his jaw dropped when he realized it was the one and only All Might who’d called him.
A week after that spider had bitten him two months ago, just as he was starting to adjust to his heightened senses and finally learning to control his “sticky” touch, he’d gotten a single card in the mail, with no return address. It had a number written on it, with the symbol of All Might on the bottom. Izuku had spent that entire day freaking out, contemplating whether this was some government trap to capture him and study him, or whether it was actually his favorite superhero trying to get into contact with him.
Finally, he’d caved. He’d left his apartment to call the number, afraid that the second he called it someone would trace it to his apartment and kidnap him.
Someone had picked up on the first ring.
“Midoriya Izuku!”
He’d almost fainted right then and there.
All Might was on the other line, and he spent over an hour explaining to Izuku what exactly had happened to him, and how he could use this new power to help people, if he was willing. Izuku immediately accepted the offer, not entirely sure what he was getting himself into. Two weeks later, his mom told him a package had come for him. It was an otherwise inconspicuous box, with no return address. Izuku opened it in his room, and he was very glad he did.
It was a suit. His suit. After his call with All Might, and after he’d been recruited on his team (that still felt way too surreal to even think of) he’d started designing a suit, mainly for fun. He’d been a superhero nerd ever since he was little, and he’d had his fair share of old costumes his mom had made him. But none of them matched his new abilities, so Izuku designed his own. He’d sent a picture of it, plus his notes on it, to the number All Might had left him, and now he was looking at it come to life, sitting in a box on his bed. The second he tried it on he knew he hadn’t made a mistake.
Every small detail he’d included in his notes had come alive in the suit. Whoever had made it had even left a note on how to perfect his web formula, and clear instructions on how to tweak the suit to upgrade it if Izuku wanted to. It was perfect.
He was only allowed to use it, and his new abilities, when he got “the phone call.” The call was always from an unknown number, and always from a member of All Mights team, a man who insisted Izuku call Radio. Radio would send him out on small missions, always in the afternoon, which All Might explained was to ensure his work would never interfere with school. It was the summer before he started high school, so this wasn’t a major concern. That, and the missions were always pretty low risk. Capture this bad guy, drop him off at the police station. Take back this dangerous chemical, leave it at the All Mighty lab at HQ. Small stuff.
But not small enough to avoid the internet. Pretty soon he had his fair share of fans, and it flustered him. He was still just a kid, and he’d already been dubbed Spider-Man from countless enthusiastic strangers online. If he were in their shoes, an innocent bystander/hero geek, he would’ve done the same, so Izuku couldn’t really blame them.
Radio had gone silent for a month, which concerned him. All Might’s call had been the first one in a while, and Izuku had assumed it would be Radio when he answered. He started high school in two weeks, which had been a great distraction. He was scrambling to get everything he needed together.
“Holding up well, my boy?” All Might asked him now. He looked like he was sitting in his office at HQ, which Izuku had only seen in videos posted online. Izuku nodded mutely, still in shock. He hadn’t talked to All Might in a while: since he’d asked Izuku to join his expanding team of emerging superheroes. Izuku wasn’t sure how many members were on the team now, since more and more had been appearing, and they all remained anonymous for safety purposes, and to avoid government intervention. Many of them were thought to just be rumors, because no one had ever seen them in person. But Izuku was fairly confident every single rumor was true. HQ had overflowing resources, he’d come to realize. Much more than they let on.
“I’m just calling to check in,” All Might continued. “And to let you know you won’t be getting anymore odd calls from Radio.”
“I won’t?” Izuku tried to keep the sadness out of his voice. Hadn’t he been doing a good job? He thought he’d been doing a good job. What had gone wrong? He’d kept his promise of secrecy, telling his mom those afternoons and evenings he disappeared were because he was doing an internship at one of All Might’s tech hubs (which wasn’t technically a lie).
“We don’t need to coddle you any longer, Radio reports,” All Might said. “We will of course call you for any missions, but for now you’re free to use the suit for hero work, whenever you’d like. Radio told me you chose an internship alibi—very wise, young Midoriya. I’ll have someone leave a paper trail of that in case inquiries are made.” Izuku heard background noise, and All Might’s eyes travelled around the office, looking at things out of camera shot.
“I have to go now, my boy. Remember to be discrete, don’t do anything too dangerous without calling Radio. His number’s been left in your phone. Goodbye now!” And with that he hung up, leaving Izuku dazed and sitting on a rooftop to contemplate this new burden of freedom.
Izuku started high school soon after. He’d kept up with his workout training, which consisted of walking upside down all over his room, lifting the odd broken down car or two, and regular workouts. And he’d started patrolling the city’s streets every afternoon, after he’d shown his mom the email congratulating him on his acceptance into the daily internship All Might had forged for him.
Izuku was pretty nervous about starting high school, and his nerves were heightened the second he stepped into his homeroom class.
“Not this nerd,” he heard the familiar drawl of an old friend. “Get the hell out, Deku.”
Izuku didn’t pay him any attention. Ever since he’d realized he could literally swat Kacchan away like a fly if he really wanted to, his taunts didn’t bother him much. Still, Izuku chose the seat farthest from his corner of the room, where he’d already sat down and was talking with classmates. He sat down in the far corner, near the windows.
“Why’s he say it like that,” he heard someone say from the seat behind him. “Deku,” they breathed, in an over exaggerated but otherwise accurate mocking of Kacchan’s voice.
Izku couldn’t contain his laugh, turning in his seat to glance behind him.
Apparently his classmate didn’t think they’d be heard—they had a sheepish expression on their face. They offered him a small smile. “Sorry. Just hate jackasses like him.”
“He’s not so bad,” Izuku confided in a low voice, fearful Kacchan would somehow hear them from across the room. “That’s just how he is.”
“Hmm. If you say so. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Midoriya Izuku.”
“Nice to meet you,” Y/N beamed, and it made Izuku feel a new kind of warmth. He hadn’t had a lot of friends in middle school, what with being the kid people picked on and all. And here he was, in a new school, with a secret identity, and with a friendly classmate who didn’t hate him.
Maybe high school wouldn’t treat him as badly as middle school.
“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.”
Sometimes, Izuku felt like his mom knew what he was up to. He’d had to excuse one too many black eyes, and the bruises not hidden by his clothes. He was constantly refraining from blurting out “I’m Spider-Man!” every time they sat down to watch TV together.
Izuku had been “Spider-Man” for a little over two years now, and he’d managed to keep his identity hidden. He hadn’t been sent on any more missions, and hardly got any phone calls from HQ anymore. Radio still sent him a “keep up the good work” every few weeks, especially if he ever ended up on the local news. But he’d just been patrolling the neighborhoods of the city, and helping the local police out by catching the odd criminal or two. He’d become a familiar friendly face to the city, and he was perfectly happy with how things were going.
With his superhero life, that is. His civilian life was a bit different.
His grades slipped sometimes, because he spent a lot of his free time swinging around skyscrapers and kicking bad guy butt and less time working on homework, but he always managed to catch up and avoid failing out completely. And a lot of that was thanks to his friends.
Izuku didn’t know what he’d do without Iida, Uraraka, and Y/N. Iida was never shy about expressing his disappointment in Izuku and his missing homework assignments. But he always lent him his notes to catch up. Uraraka would fling pencils at him in class if he ever fell asleep, and would help him convince teachers he’d do better next time, since she was well loved by everyone on the staff. And Y/N…
Y/N kept Izuku afloat, and had been doing that ever since they became friends when they started high school. They were put into practically all of the same classes, and they’d bonded over group projects, late study nights, and even bus rides to school since they lived in the same area. If he ever came home late at night, and his mom let him know Y/N had called to check in, he was never too tired to talk to them. Even though he had to cancel plans with them a lot, and they covered for him the few times he skipped afternoon classes to chase a lead, they still stuck by his side.
Every time it was just the two of them hanging out, which was becoming a dishearteningly rare occurrence, he almost blurted out the truth, too.
But then he remembered the promise he’d made to All Might, and to himself for that matter.
“No one can know who you are, my boy,” All Might had said. “If the truth about you reaches enemy ears, they may get to you before we can. And I do not want the government hunting you, either.”
If Izuku told Y/N, he was sure they wouldn’t tell anyone. But there was the risk of someone finding out that they knew who Spider-Man was, and taking them hostage to lure him out. He’d thought of the possibilities and consequences of his secret getting out too many times, and the dangers outweighed the positives.
So he lied. To protect everyone around him.
“I’ve got the internship, sorry!” Was probably his most used phrase. His close friends had stopped inviting him out after school, knowing he was more available on weekend mornings. Y/N showed up to his house at night sometimes, around the time he came home. Inko chatted with her until he returned, or went to bed early to get up early for work. Y/N would sleep on the couch in the living room, or on a futon in Izuku’s room whenever they showed up late at night. Inko never minded, and Izuku would always reassure Y/N of that. “I’m pretty sure she likes you more than me,” he’d always joke.
Now, sitting in Chemistry with Y/N beside him, the irrational urge to whisper his secret returned. Y/N was actually a pretty big Spider-Man fan, and Izuku knew they’d freak out if he told them who he was. They turned slightly to stare back at him, making a funny face before turning back to face their teacher. Izuku breathed out a laugh and went back to his halfhearted note taking. Chemistry was his best subject, and he got along with the teacher very well. So much so that he was allowed to do experiments on his own, as long as he didn’t use anything from the locked up dangerous chemical cabinet in the back of the classroom. So Izuku used what he could to make his webs, making it quickly in between classes or before school and stashing it in his locker.
The rest of the day crawled by. Izuku was constantly checking the time—he’d come to memorize where every clock in the entire school was placed. He was chasing a breadcrumb trail of some small scale grocery store robberies, and was so close to getting something big enough to call it into Radio, who could compile everything neatly and report it to the appropriate authorities. Spider-Man never got credit for situations like that, but Izuku never cared about the attention. He’d see the arrest story on the news and feel giddy all week, knowing he’d played a role in taking down a bad guy.
The second the end of the day came Izuku was off, waving goodbye to his friends and promising Y/N he’d be done before the sun set, something he was for once confident in.
A few blocks away from school, he stashed his backpack and quickly stripped off his clothes. A few times he’d been caught, half naked, by people who lived nearby, but he hadn’t had an incident like that in a while. He slipped on his suit, stuffed his clothes into his backpack hurriedly. He then put his backpack into a clean trash bag he brought with him, and put it in the dumpster. It wasn’t trash day, no need to worry about that. And he hadn’t seen anyone keen on digging through the dumpsters in this area, so it was safe.
And then he was off. He’d restocked on webs for today, but he still did his best to conserve what he could for emergency uses. Pretty soon he was closing in on what he thought would be the next robbery site, when he got a call. Not on his phone, but through his suit. HQ.
He stumbled onto a rooftop, almost failing to stop his momentum and tumbling over the edge. He sat down hard to answer the call.
“Hey kid,” Radio’s voice sounded from inside his suit, as though Izuku was wearing headphones.
“Hi,” Izuku replied. “I was in the middle of—”
“Yeah, I read your texts,” Radio yawned. “No worries kid, what you had was enough. Cops already got them.”
“Really?” Izuku let out a sigh of relief. “I was a bit scared it happened while I was in school. Thank you, Radio!”
“Good job on it, spidey boy. Keep it up.” And with that he hung up. Izuku smiled, letting out a loud shout of happiness on the rooftop where no one would hear him. He decided to call it an early day—Radio would have told him to keep patrolling if he had something pressing for him to do, but he hadn’t. And Izuku could easily slip on his suit again at home and swing out into the night. It was Friday, which meant he could stay out as long as he wanted to (without his mom knowing, of course).
On his way home, he made small stops to help a few people after getting his backpack back. Helping a dog walker get untangled from a hoard of leashes, giving a tourist directions, and helping shut off an old lady’s car alarm. By the time his apartment building was in view, he felt he’d done his part in helping the city out today.
He quietly opened up his window, afraid his mom might be home, although she usually went out to visit Mitsuki on Fridays, and rolled onto his bedroom floor with ease, landing in a crouch facing his bed.
He wasn’t sure who was more surprised to see who—Y/N to see their favorite superhero, here in their best friend’s room, or Izuku to see them, crying on the floor of his bedroom.
For a second they both froze. Izuku was glad he hadn’t slipped off his mask yet. At this distance, there would be no way Y/N didn’t recognize him.
“Wrong room!” he said, willing his voice to sound a bit deeper than what it actually was so Y/N wouldn’t recognize it. He didn’t move from his position. “So sorry for intruding but… are you okay?”
Y/N was still frozen, staring. “Wrong room?” they repeated.
“Yeah, my place is near here and this is actually the second time I’ve messed up on the window entrance,” he said quickly. “Sorry for barging into your room like this.”
“It’s okay, not my room,” Y/N wiped the tears off their cheeks. “It’s my friend’s.” A few more tears slipped down their cheeks as they spoke.
He went from his crouching position to sitting with his legs crossed, scooching a bit closer to Y/N. “What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” they replied, giving him a watery smile. “I’m actually a big fan of yours. Didn’t expect to meet you like this.” They laughed quietly.
Izuku had never wanted to hug someone more. Just wrap them up in his arms, tell them everything was okay.
“I’m here now,” he said, as cheerfully as he could. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
Y/N sniffled and eyed him suspiciously, as though just now realizing there was a strange arachnid man in their best friend’s room.
“Thank you,” they said. “That’s really nice of you, everyones right when they call you the friendly neighborhood superhero.” They took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m just a bit confused, that’s all.”
“Confused?”
“Mhmm,” Y/N said, reaching up to place a hand on their chest. “About my feelings.”
“How so?” He hoped he didn’t slip up and use his real tone of voice. Y/N would recognize it, even in the state they were in now.
“I think I’m in love with my best friend.”
Izuku froze. Y/N was too busy staring down at their feet to notice, and he quickly composed himself, hoping his heart didn’t beat out of his chest in shock.
“Really? Isn’t that a happy topic, love?”
“I guess,” Y/N let out another quiet laugh. “But I think this love is more one-sided. And besides, he deserves way more than me.’
“Don’t say that!” He couldn’t help himself. Y/N stared at him with wide eyes. “Look, I don’t know you, but you seem really nice and you’re really cute, and if your best friend doesn’t see that then that’s on him!” Wow, way to fix the fact that your best friend probably hates you and your cluelessness, Izuku.
Y/N smiled, tears no longer flowing. “Thanks, Spider-Man.”
“No problem,” he responded, getting to his feet. “I should get going. Tell him how you feel, Y/N.” He walked back over to the window, climbing halfway out before turning around to say one last thing. “He might feel the same way.” He waved and then swung out of view, landing onto the rooftop. He quickly stripped off his clothes, not really caring if anyone saw him. He changed back into his regular clothes and hurried down the rooftop stares, desperately trying to get to his apartment before Y/N decided to take Spider-Man’s advice literally and leave Izuku behind for being a love blind idiot.
“Y/N?” He burst into his apartment, panting slightly.
“Yeah?” Y/N’s voice came from his room, sounding way less nasally. “You’re back early.”
He walked into his room to find Y/N sitting on his bed, not looking at all like they’d been crying. He must’ve been in here not five minutes ago, and they already looked so composed.
“Yeah, finished up early today!” Izuku chirped, setting his stuff down in the corner of his room, kicking his backpack into his closet so Y/N wouldn’t study it closely and realize it was the exact same one Spider-Man had been wearing. “My mom’s going to have dinner with Mitsuki today, want to go out and grab some food?”
“Sure,” Y/N responded. “Your turn to pick.”
Izuku ended up not confessing his feelings for Y/N that afternoon. They’d run into Iida, who was buying a new set of No. 2 pencils for testing season, and the three of them had gone out to get dinner. Izuku had asked Y/N if they wanted to sleep over that day, but they declined, saying they hadn’t given their parents the heads up. So the three parted ways after they ate, and Izuku was left alone with his thoughts.
He’d stepped into the doorway of the apartment before deciding that no, he wasn’t about to chicken out and let Y/N think they weren’t good enough for him for a second longer. He slammed the door shut, much harder than necessary, and hurried down the stairs, dialing Y/N’s number as he did.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” Izuku asked, bursting out of the building and running towards Y/N’s address at full speed.
“You just walked me home you dweeb. I’m in my room,” Y/N replied. “Why?”
“Stay there!” Izuku yelped and narrowly avoided running into someone. “I have to tell you something.”
“Are you running?” Y/N asked, hiding a laugh. “What is it, did you finally realize I stole your All Might shirt? You have plenty, and I wanted to see how long I’d get away with it!”
He was flying up the stairs to Y/N apartment, and finally reached their door. He knocked before letting himself in, knowing Y/N was bad at locking it after they got home.
“What—”
He dropped his phone onto Y/N’s bed, where they were staring at him in confusion, and, before he could talk himself out of it, took their face into his hands, and leaned down to kiss them.
If his entire body had been buzzing before, it was on fire now. Y/N’s lips felt so nice against his, they felt so warm. He hated himself for waiting so long to kiss them.
When he broke away he was panting slightly, running his tongue over his lips. Y/N opened their eyes to stare into his, and touched their lips with their fingertips.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a year now,” Izuku breathed, still standing over them and still holding onto their face. “I like you a whole lot, Y/N, and I—”
They tugged him down to kiss him again, hands gripping onto his shirt before pulling him onto the bed on top of them, never once letting go of him.
“Y/N,” Izuku broke away for a second, unable to hide his smile. He was carefully hovering above them, hands on either side of their face, not wanting to rest his entire body weight on them “Sorry for not telling you sooner.”
“Hmm, that’s okay now,” Y/N said, running their fingers through his hair and tugging at it lightly. “Especially now. You’re a great kisser, Izuku.”
He smiled and leaned down to kiss them again.
He’d never been more grateful for being Spider-Man—to think he was going to keep these feelings all to himself before today. He felt guilty about making Y/N feel that way, and he made a mental note to find a way to make it up to them. But right now, he was focused on the present, the way their lips felt against his, the way their hands were in his hair and then underneath his shirt.
Sure, swinging from building to building and getting that feel of freedom was nice, but this feeling was a thousand times better. Incomparable, really.
“Sorry to come by so late.” Y/N bleary looked at him, fighting back a yawn with one hand and rubbing at their eyes with the other. Izuku was in his usual All Might pajamas, and still in his All Might slippers despite how cold out it was that night. And with no socks on either.
Y/N pointed at his foot as if they were actually speaking out loud, but Izuku understood. He laughed breathily, his breath visible in the cold. “I just needed to see you. I had a bad dream.” Normally Y/N would be one to tease him for such behavior, especially after Izuku had shared a nightmare of him turning into a broccoli stem, but Y/N knew his dreams could get serious.
“Come inside.” Y/N quickly ushered him in, shivering at the cold and at the brief contact they had with Izuku cold arm as he walked inside. “Lets warm you up. Come on.” Izuku followed Y/N wordlessly down the hall to their room. Unfortunately this was a routine they both found themselves doing monthly, when Izuku’s nightmares worsened to the point where he felt as though he had to leave the comforts of his room and talk with someone else.
Y/N was lucky to have a larger than necessary mattress—perfect for sleepovers and sleeping like a starfish. They quickly snuggled under the covers and lifted up the blanket, letting Izuku settle in beside them. His arm pressed against theres, and Y/N instinctively reached over to rub their hands up and down his arm in a vain attempt to heat it up. Izuku sighed at the warmth of Y/N’s blankets and their touch, his eyes already drooping with sleep.
“Just being with you helps,” he mumbled as Y/N took his hand and moved around to get comfortable. Y/N smiled sadly, squeezing his hand gently. “Get some sleep, Izuku.”
Bakugo: You know your boyfriend is not used to the ways of relationship but he is not clueless either. He just never really had a reason to think about it Until now.
I was sitting on a couch in the common room holding a pillow in my lap. I had been sitting here for a few hours actually waiting for my MIA Boyfriend. He wasn’t really MIA but he might as well have been. I groaned out loud, throwing my head back.
“What’s up, L/N?” I jumped slightly before turning to see Shoji.
“Oh, just waiting in vain.”
“Again?” He leant against the arm of the couch. I nodded. “Have you tried to talk to him?”
“Never get the moment because I only see him in class or in passing. He’s never there long enough for me to say anything more than hi.” I vented. “Sorry Shoji.”
“It’s alright.” He shrugged. “You have a reason to be upset.”
Yeah.“ I bit my lip and looked at the clock. "Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to head to bed. Night.”
“Goodnight.” I got up and set the pillow aside. I walked to the elevator and went to bed. I went to sleep annoyed.
The next morning I got up and got ready for class, deciding to skip breakfast. I walked out of the elevator while putting in my earphones. I walked through the lobby to go out the door.
“Hey babe!” I heard Bakugo call out to me. “I got some breakfast for you. Come on and eat!” I acted like I didn’t hear him and continued to put on my shoes. “Baby?”
“Aw, Bakugo acting cute.” I heard Kami tease Bakugo.
“Shut up Spark Plug!” He snapped and while he was distracted I darted out the door.
All day I could feel Bakugo giving me strange looks. I would meet his eyes and smile like nothing was wrong and go back to what I was doing. I sat with him like normal at lunch and when he asked why I didn’t respond this morning, I told him I had earphones in.
“Thanks L/N for the help on the homework. I owe you one.” Midoriya said as he packed up his Stuff.
“It’s no problem, Midoriya. Glad to help.” I smiled and finished up what I was writing. He left and I relaxed back into the couch. I felt someone sit down next to me. When they put they’re com cround me, I knew instantly who it was.
“Hey blasty.”
“Ugh. I curse whoever came up with that nickname.” I giggled softly before looking at him. I went to say something but Kiri walked over and they started up a conversation. I heard them talk about a hiking trip and started to get annoyed. I huffed silently and tuned them out. “Babe?”
“Hmm?” I turned back. He had his eyes narrowed at me. I was expecting him to tell me he had to go. I waited and looked at him expectantly.
“What?” He asked in response.
“Oh, nothing.” I said before turning away. I Scooted forward and reached down for my bag to put my school stuff away. I felt him grab my arm gently and pull me back.
“It’s something. You’ve been acting Weird all day.” He says before cupping my cheek. “What’s up?”
“Oh it’s just…” I pause asking myself if I really was going to do this now. “Shouldn’t you be with Kiri? I mean you shouldn’t just drop any PLANS you have with him to spend time with me. It’s not like I’m that important.” I got up and walked away. I heard him stuttering to find words behind me but I was already up the stairs before he could find any.
Kirishima: I walked around, searching for my red headed boyfriend. We haven’t got to spend a lot of time together lately. He had been doing some extra training and had some time with the Bakusquad. I don’t mind but sometimes I wonder if he prefers to not spend time with me.
“Hey Bakugo, have you seen Kiri?” I came up behind the blonde on the couch. He leant his head back and looked at me upside down.
“I think he’s with Spark plug & raccoon eyes.” He said while eying me.
“Oh…” I felt a slight disappointment. The feeling must have shown on my face because he moved and gave me his full attention.
“I only think. They were together earlier.” I sighed, appreciating his try even though he probably doesn’t care.
“They’re always together.” I mumbled before turning away. I felt him grab my hand before letting go.
I walked out to get some air. I heard footsteps following me. I knew it was Bakugo and we walked together. After a minute we heard familiar voices.
“Hey Bakubro, Hey babe!” Kiri called. I looked cuel smiced. “What are you up to?”
“Oh, nothing just getting some air.” I felt a small nudge on my back. I looked at Bakugo and he motioned to the red head. “Was also looking for you to see what you were up too.”
“Oh, Kami, Mina, and I were going to the movies.” A shout from Kami got his attention. I felt the insecure feeling rise in my chest. He really didn’t care to spend time with me anymore. “Gotta go.”
“Shitty hair!” Bakugo yelled but I was already walking away wiping tears away. “L/N!”
I was sitting in a window just staring out when they came back. They were all raving about the movie. Bakugo hadn’t left you alone in the room. I heard him and Kiri talk before footsteps came up to me. I looked and saw Kiri.
“Hey there.” He smiled. I just turned back to the window without a word. “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”
“It’s nothing, Kiri.” I waved off. He grabbed my hand.
“Don’t give me that.” He pushed softly. I looked at him. I was about to give into his puppy eyes when I heard Mina call for him. He looked at her and Bakugo snapped at her.
“Shouldn’t you be with them?” His eyes were back on me in a second.
“What?”
“Mina & Kaminari. Shouldn’t you be hanging with them? I mean, they’re more fun then I am so don’t waste your time on me.” I said and got up. I pulled my hand from his grip with some needed force. I walked silently through to and up the stairs, last thing I heard being Bakugo yelling.
Kaminari: I watched as Denki bounced around trying to figure out how to get into Shinso’s good Graces. Ever since the training exercise when he first joined our class, Denk’s has been bound determined to his friend. The purple haired boy was ‘being difficult’ to quote Denki.
“I just can’t figure it out. I’m an amazing guy with a wonderful personality. How could he not want to be friends with me?” I looked over my Switch at him. I pushed down the annoyance. Shinso is all he could talk about anymore.
“You are kind of a pervert sometimes. And hyperactive.” I said with a cheeky smile. He glared at me for a solid minute.
“Well you’re not wrong but I wouldn’t be perverted to him. Even though he is hot.” I shrugged and nodded. He sat down next to me. “Plus you love me this way.”
“Do I?” I teased. He shoved me before going into another brainstorming session. I was about to snuggle up to him when he jumped up.
“Got it!” He yelled and ran from the room without even saying goodbye.
“De-Denki!” I yelled after him. “Hey I thought it was game night…” He was already long gone. I groaned in irritation. I got up and walked down to the common room. Midoriya, Roki, Mineta, and Sero were there. “Have any of you seen my electric ferret tumble through here?”
“Electric ferret?” Todoroki looked at me weird. Sero burst out laughing. Todoroki looked at him confused.
“Kaminari just ran out saying he’s cracked Shinso.” Sero said. My jaw dropped before clamping shut in growing irritation. I saw Sero cringe a little. “Drop a date again?”
“More like ran out on one. Thanks guys.”
“I can keep you company.” I turned to see Mineta before shoving him. I walked to the elevator. As I got in I heard Todoroki.
“Why did they call him an electric ferret though?” I heard them laughing.
“It was a joke, Roki. A nickname of Sorts. Because of his quirk & hyperactivity …”
The next few days could almost prove Denki didn’t exist in my world. My texts were ignored. I could never catch him in person. He was nowhere to be seen at lunch. It would have been as if he never existed if I hadn’t seen him in class. That is until I heard a familiar knock on the door.
“Yes?” I ripped my door open. I was beyond pissed off.
“Heya!” He went to come in but I put my arm across the opening. He looked at me confused. “What’s up, baby?”
“You remembered I exist.” I stated with venom laced in my voice. His eyes widened in shock.
“How could I forget? Baby, what’s got you so uptight?” He flinched at his choice of words immediately after they left his lips. I shook my head, holding my tongue.
“Shouldn’t you be with Shinso? You haven’t been anywhere else as of late.” I snapped before slamming the door in his face.
Todoroki: I watched as Midoriya showed something to Roki. He seemed to be very entranced by whatever it was. I sighed looking back at the paper in my hand. It was tickets to the movie he had been waiting to see.
“Hey, love?” I walked over. He looked up at me and gave me a smile. I waved at Midoriya who returned before going back to his book excitedly.
“What is it, darling?”
“Are you busy this afternoon?” I asked hopefully. He nodded.
“Yeah, Midoriya & I are going to Watch and analyze some training video’s. Try and figure out if We can learn some new Moves.” He said simply.
“Oh, okay.” I hid my disappointment. “So that will be the rest of your afternoon?”
“Yep.” He nodded before looking at his phone. I sighed before looking at Midoriya. He had a sorry look on his face that I just waved off. I kissed Shoto’s cheek. “Alright, have fun and be Safe.”
It has been like this for a while now. I would ask if he wanted to hang out but he would already have plans with Midoriya to study, train, or something else. At first, I was fine with it. I mean he was new to the friends thing and was making up for lost time. Also, he wasn’t used to the concept of a relationship either. Now, I was getting more and more upset. Enough to overshadow the understanding.
“See ya, L/N!” Kiri called as he walked past.
“See ya! Have fun at your moms!” I waved as he went out the door. I went back to my room to grab my bags. As I zipped it up there was a knock on the door.
“Hey love, I was thinking, Oh… Are you going somewhere for the weekend?” I turned and saw Todoroki standing there.
“Yeah. My sister and I are going to a hot spring spa for the weekend.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you had plans. I was hoping to spend the weekend with you.” He said sadly. I couldn’t hold back tere eye roll and mutter.
“Like you’ve been there to know if I had plans or not.”
“What?” He asked. I sighed heavily before throwing the bag on my shoulder.
“Look, I’m sorry to disappoint you. We’ll have to make up for it another time. But shouldn’t you…” I paused before Snapping at him, completely over it. “Shouldn’t you be with Midoriya? I’m sure there is something you two can do together. I mean you’ve been able to do that for the last month anyway.”
“L/N? I…” Todoroki looked so confused and conflicted, pulling at my heart.
“I’m sorry, Roki. I just … I’ll see you later.”
Midoriya: I was bouncing in place outside the gallery. I looked at everyone who walked past or went in, trying to see the familiar green Curls. I looked down at my phone to see it was close to the start time.
“Where are you?” I said under my breath. After a few more minutes, I decided to text him.
What are you up to? I gently probed through the text. It was only a few seconds before he replied.
Doing some extra training with All Might. You caught me taking a break. I stared at the phone in shock and disbelief. I closed my phone for a moment to compose myself.
I knew he was determined to harness One for All and I was happy he trusted me with this secret but come on. He had promised to be here. I felt tears of anger trying and forced their way out.
Why? What’s up? Another text came through. I was about to snap when my dad came out.
“It’s starting.” I nodded and saw him look around confused. “Where’s Midoriya?”
“Not coming.” I walked past while typing out my last text. Just curious. Thought you had plans.
I was interrupted the next morning by furious knocking on my door. I gave an annoyed sigh and got up to open my dorm door. There stood Midoriya and by the look on his face, he knew.
“Really?!” I snapped before he could say anything. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not finding anything to say. “You knew how important…you promised…”
“L/N…I just forgot and… I, I, I.” He looked down at the ground. I looked down and saw him fingering at one of the scars on his hands.
“Look…” He looked up at me. “Shouldn’t you be with All Might? You’re not going to become the world’s greatest hero by spending time with me.” I said solemnly.
“L/N…” He reached out but I closed the door.
Shinso: Ever since Shinso finally moved into the class A dorms, he has Spent every moment he could with me. Enough that it made some of the others gag by how 'Love Sick’ we were. Every now and again though, someone would be able to Pull him away. Mainly Deku or Denki.
“Hmm.” Shinso hummed happily as he snuggled into my chest. I was running fingers through his hair as I read over some study guides on the couch in the common room.
“Hey! Toshi!” I yelped as he nipped at some bare skin. He giggled as I wacked his shoulder. “You little Shit.”
“You love me.” He got comfortable again as I shook my head. It was quiet for a few minutes until a screech of Shinso’s name. We both jumped as a certain blonde came running.
“Shinso!” He tried to slow down but ran into the back of the couch, falling over and landing on top of us.
“Kaminari!” We both yelled.
“Sorry!” He scrambled Up with help from Toshi. He sat up and glared.
“Yes?”
“I need you to come with me.”
“Right now?” Kami nodded enthusiastically. Toshi groaned and looked at me. I giggled at the look in his eyes. “I’m not going to get out of this?” Kami shook his head and grabbed him.
“See you later!” I waved to him as Kami dragged him off.
I had moved to my room some time later and was watching some random movies. It was getting close to 8pm when my door opened. In trudged Toshi, looking more tired than usual. He plopped down next to me and wrapped himself around my waist.
“Well hello there.” I laughed, running my hand over his back. He mumbled something into my side. “Shouldn’t you be with Kaminari?” I jested.
“Dear god, no!” He sat up. “He just wanted my opinion on this person he likes.”
“And that took nearly four, no, five hours?”
“He also wanted some advice on what to do. But no it didn’t. Midoriya caught me after and he wanted to train a bit.” I nodded. I leant down and kissed his head.
“So, shouldn’t you be with Deku?” He glared. He ripped the pillow from under my head and walloped me. “Toshi! Sorry, sorry!” He threw the pillow away and laid down.
“You know I’d rather be with you.” He nosed my temple as he pulled me into his chest.
notes — heart been owned by this cinnamon roll nowadays and it shows <33
you know you’re not supposed to mess around while your green haired boyfriend diligently reviews his notes from the earlier lessons in class. you know you shouldn’t even start planning on grabbing his attention away from it when you were the one that suggested to study the topic in your room earlier in the first place.
boredom manifested inside you quicker than you thought it would be which is why you’re now sprawled at your bed staring at izuku’s broad back, having the urge to ruffle his mop of broccoli hair. you debated on just browsing on your phone or messaging some friends to annoy them, but then decided observing the aspiring hero albeit creepily, was better. he must’ve sensed your heated gaze directed at him because you notice he stopped his self rambling and became a bit tense as he then slowly looked at you.
with a timid voice he hesitantly asks if there’s something wrong, which you answered with a little shake of your head. he raises an eyebrow at that as if telling you he knows there’s something else you want to say. you don’t reply and just kept your eyes on the freckles on his face, wanting to count them again. it’s a simple past time you find yourself doing — admiring the patches that are littered on different parts of his skin — only when he’s asleep. though sometimes he’s awake on those instances and pretends he isn’t. midoriya doesn’t know that you know of this, and you don’t have the heart to tell him anytime soon, because you realize he likes it a lot when you touch him so lovingly but is just too shy to tell you.
for a moment you’re so lost in thought, you fail to recognize the hand that cradles your cheek. it snapped you back to the present when you feel it apply the slightest pressure. you end up staring at izuku who was now hovering slightly above you, curiosity in his expression with a hint of concern, his notes completely forgotten.
when your name leaves his lips in a whisper, you knew you were done for.
nothing else mattered except him and his goddamn shy smile and that endearing blush that formed when he sees the way you visibly brightened at his full attentiveness finally directed at you.
with the exams coming up as well as other more pressing things to boot that comes with being a hero in training, it’s not a surprise that izuku and you haven’t been able to get some time alone together for quite awhile. the last nice uninterrupted date you remembered you two shared happened a few weeks ago.
so it’s not your fault that you’ve been missing him — very much, to be exact.
you totally didn’t pretend to invite him to study just to gawk at him stupidly. also definitely didn’t plan to watch a new all might documentary film as you snuggle under your blanket and catch up with each other. you didn’t anticipate the situation in which your boyfriend would have believed your idea so easily (like you don’t even study that diligently why doesn’t he think it’s suspicious you would start now), which then resulted to you absently staring at your book for half an hour until you gave up on it.
not bothering to hide the longing laced in your tone as you say his name back, you give him a pout and invite him with open arms that makes his heart flutter. he gives you the chance to wrap your arms around his neck as he positions himself to lay on your chest, careful not to put all his weight on you. you feel rather than hear him sigh with contentment and it makes you happy to know that he shares your unsaid sentiments.
you stay like this for some time, just basking on each other’s company and listening to each other’s breathing. he gives an appreciative hum when you place a chaste kiss on his green curls. you want him to know what you’re feeling right now and how hard you hoped for a sweet moment like this again with the love of your life. however, before you could get a chance to speak, he tightens his hold on your waist and stares at you again.
the look he gives you tells you enough — izuku’s figured everything out. he’s one of the smartest people you know so it wouldn’t be hard for him to connect two and two together.
when he sees you try to speak up for the second time, he lowers himself to give you a peck on the lips. you’re in disbelief yet also extremely flustered at what he’d done that it ultimately shuts you down. if you hadn’t caught his reddening ears, you’d have thought izuku had improved with initiating physical intimacy between you two.
“i miss you.” he murmurs gently in your ear, placing another innocent peck underneath it. you laugh wholeheartedly at his darling confession — ‘so he wanted to be the first one to say that line huh?’
with a grin and newly found energy, you squish his cheeks and gave him an eskimo kiss which in turn makes both of you giggle like lovesick idiots (which you both are).
izuku and you ended up doing what you planned, the green haired boy pointed out the fact you could’ve just asked him because he would’ve agreed in a heartbeat instead of putting an act to actually do school-related activities. you chose to ignore his comments so you could leave fleeting kisses on the scars of his fingers in peace.
everything else outside this secluded room of yours could wait for a moment.
right now, you’re pretty much enjoying the time you have with izuku as he once again starts his rambling of opinions for you to hear on the new all might documentary film he had already watched a couple of times alone.
Shoto who knows you’re ‘it’when he sees you smiling and laughing with his mother. To see the two most important people in his life getting along so well fills him with an indescribable happiness he never knew he’d feel.
Katsuki who won’t admit that he hugs the hoodie you stole from him at night because it now smells like you and gives him reassurance.
Izuku who unconsciously grabs your hand whenever you’re near him. It doesn’t matter where he is or what he’s doing, the second you‘re next to him, his hand is automatically finding yours.
Denki who tries to keep the little doodles you drew on his hands as long as possible. Yes, he’ll get tease by Sero and Mina for being a simp. But these little drawings you made of him and you kissing are just too damn adorable to want to wash off.
Kirishima who simply knowshe can’t find better than you when he sees you asleep on him, oh so peaceful and calm, and damn, so beautiful. He’s whipped and he isn’t ashamed to admit it. He’ll scream it to the world if he has to.
Tamaki who just loves to hug you from behind. All of his worries somehow wash away the second his nose gets buried in the crook of your neck and he seriously hopes that he‘ll get to keep experiencing that for the rest of his life.
Aizawa who lets you braid his hair and pretends to be annoyed yet he refuses to take them off when he has to go to work and will snap at anyone who makes a comment about them.
Shinso who loves to sleep on your lap, especially after a long and tiring day of doing all of these hero stuff he needs to do. He instantly buries his face in your stomach and closes his eyes, before drifting into a deep and peaceful slumber, knowing he’s safe in your embrace.
Dabi who wears the bracelet you made him when you first started dating every day because it gives him the reminder that he managed to find someone who loves him for who he is and always will.
Hawks who gave you one of his feathers so that you always have a part of him with you. He’s a busy man, after all, he is the number two hero. So he hopes that with this gesture, that may be small but that means so much to him, you’ll never forget that he’s here with you no matter what.
warnings: sexual themes & explicit sexual content, rich people college, explicit language, toxic wealth, angst, abstinence, aged up characters
genre:nsfw, angst, fluff, no quirk au, kinda slow burn, porn w plot
synopsis: old money comes with old traditions, and one of the most prominent ones for the young men at azabu university is the ‘new year, new fuck’ competition, where alumni’s children see who can sleep with a virgin first. it’s a rite of passage for the men, and a good ego boost for the winners. izuku and katsuki, however, are bored,and when they hear the dean has a daughter starting who is sworn to celibacy, they think the opportunity is too good to pass up.
disclaimer: this is loosely (very loosely) based off of the movie cruel intentions! this content is nsfw, minors dni.
note: i will also be posting this on ao3 (will link, account name izukult)
songs they canonically would send you if they were interested (horikoshi approved)
izuku midoriya— be your man; H 3 F
he’s such a cutie, such a sweetheart. he says it reminds him of you, and then proceeds to send about fifty texts following before you can even respond (“i mean not romantic!! as friends!!” “unless you’d mean romantic” “but i’m not saying that!” “blech icky” “NOT SAYING YOUR EHICKY” “NO” “OKAY SORRY JUST IGNORE THIS HAHA(´⊙ω⊙`)”). he absolutely clearly means it in a romantic way, for someone who’s keeping the secret of the number one hero he is a bad mf liar.
runner up: japanese denim. he likes love songs, he thinks they’re kind and anything he hears that’s the slightest bit about love he’s gonna associate w you
katsuki bakugo— bitches; mindless self indulgence
he wants you to be bitches? he wants u to love him cos u know that he can rock?!!!!?!!!?!?! that he can rhyme?! that he can fuck?!!!! THAT HES ON TIME?! plain and simple. he does not say this reminds you of him, he does not link it with you in any way. he just randomly sends it (if even).
if you were really lucky he’d send you love me dead by ludo.
denki kaminari— natalie; HUNNY
he tells you to ignore the name, of course, (unless your name is natalie lol) but the whole rest of it is absolutely applicable. he’s very upfront about it. is acting a lot more reassured than he is but he’s literally about to shit himself he wants you so bad bro. he practiced ways to tell you it wasn’t for you / “he didn’t mean it like that, man” before he sent it to you just incase you rejected him lol.
right after you two confess he sends you teenage dirtbag by wheatus and says “fr felt it when they said whatever it was they said, anyway u free tmrw?!”
eijiro kirishima— someone to you; banners
ew this is so cliche. this man would be so cheesy, especially in the preemptive stages of a relationship. if he wants you, you know (i mean maybe not, he’s nice to a lot of people, but he clearly cares about you). he’s on brand fr, but he really, genuinely blares this shit at full volume in his earbuds and headbangs. this is fr how he feels…. he probably wouldn’t panic sending it, he doesn’t think it’s a big confession, he just thinks about you when he hears it so he wants to share.
a kiss; THE DRIVER ERA. his main reason for this one is “just the vibes man!!” he selectively pays attention to lyrics
hanta sero— love is only a feeling; joey bada$$
he’s corny and very transparent about it. he sends it to you like three days before he asks you out. he’s pretty confident, but he types and deletes ‘i’ve got a song that makes me think of you’ about five times before he sends it. i think he listens to a lot of music, but rnb and rnb rap are probably his romantic go to’s in my mind.
alternatively: me and your mama; childish gambino
shoto todoroki— on an evening in roma (sott’er celo de roma)- remastered; dean martin
idk i feel like he listens to a lot of really old pretentious shit. he likes the music, it helps him stay calm, it makes him feel warm. he thinks the instruments are nice when they swell just right, and he wants to share that with you. he has also definitely offered to take you on a trip w his dads money (i hate fanon characters but i absolutely thrive off the idea that shoto buys his s/o shit w his dads money)
also a high chance hed send scene one— james dean & audrey hepburn; sleeping with sirens and that makes me sick to my stomach it’s so cheesy. he’s not like a coward and once he figured out he had feelings for you, he’d be pretty blunt about it.
neito monoma— star killer; bear ghost
if you ask why it makes him think about you he’s gonna say some arrogant shit about how you want him. but actually this is a really good song and he for sure sings it in his bathroom mirror and checks himself out. how humiliating. idk what to say other than listen to it
alternatively: the ballad of big poppa and diamond girl; cobra starship. this song screams neito to me, if i could dance w him to this song life would actually be okay? the only reason i didn’t put it as the main is because i didn’t know if it was projecting, anyway THIS.
hitoshi shinsou— k; cigarettes after sex
this would lowkey be embarrassing for him tbh. this song feels so personal and intimate, if someone you weren’t dating said this reminded you of them, youd have to be really into them for it to not weird you out. however luckily you are really into him. he knows his point is gonna come across, and he’s confident behind it. he sent it as a way to say hey mf im into you, i know you’re into me
compass; the neighbourhood. he kinda listens to teenage girl music, he’s going through that phase. this song is so cute tho!! he’s kinda doting in a weird way, it’s sweet.
A/N: i’m back bitches and just in time for halloween. dipped my toes into a bnharem snapshot collab to see if i still liked writing and the answer was definitely yes. hard to get past the lack of interaction sometimes but i enjoyed writing this nonetheless so i’m happy to be back, even if it’s just for this itty bitty piece! hope you enjoy <3
CHARACTER PAIRING: izuku midoriya x f!reader
WORD COUNT:1,324
WARNINGS: mentions of blood, violence, alcohol, aged up!characters, college!au, swearing, very minor sexual suggestions please yell at me if i forgot anything i’m writing this at 1 am
SYNOPSIS: getting dragged to a halloween party didn’t seem like it would be a highlight of your life but maybe, just maybe, you were wrong.
no masterlist just yet but i’ll updated when one is created!!
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the party was in full force, music blaring every which way, the house coming alive with the dancing of intoxicated college students. it was your typical Halloween party full of frat boys, sorority sisters and a conglomerate of other people coming alive in the dead of the night. you weren’t much for parties and preferred to spend your evenings curled up with a good spooky film. nothing too haunted but something to still get you in the mood. if you were feeling adventurous, maybe you’d traverse to an older adult party filled with jello shots and kids, get a good buzz without sweaty bodies and the smell of sex in the air. but alas, here you were, snaking your way through togas, tails and talons of all sorts as you attempted to down another drink. if you were going to suffer through your anxiety, you needed to be much drunker than you currently were.
an arm slung over your shoulder and you instinctively stiffened, not in the mood to kick some horny guys’ ass but fully prepared to do so if the situation arose. instead, you relaxed as your friend, Kirishima, sent you a radiant smile and a pat on the arm, using his large body to maneuver the crowds much easier than you had.
“i’m assuming you’re heading to the kitchen?” he asked, practically screaming into your ear, trying to speak over the bass of the music. you simply nodded your head and set your sights on the much less crowded area across the way.
a drink was thrust into your hands before you had a chance to catch your breath and you took a swig, racing to feel the zap of alcohol in your brain.
“someone is eager, hm?”
you shrugged at him, finishing in a few more drinks before slamming the cup down, motioning for another one.
“calm down tiger, we have all night,” he grinned but poured you another drink nonetheless.
“you’re the stupid one who dragged me out here. the least i can do is get somewhat drunk, just enough to tolerate these people.”
“hey, it’s not my fault you don’t get out much, preferring to focus on school, work, volunteering, blah blah blah. i think you wouldn’t have made one single friend in college if i wasn’t obnoxious enough to make you my friend. live a little, you’re almost graduated and then you can be a boring adult. for now, mingle, talk to people, have fun! everyone here is too drunk to care about who you are or what you do. if you can smile and laugh, that’s good enough for them,” he reasoned, pouring himself a shot and shooting it down with one single swing of his fist.
“fine, but you’re doing most of the talking. i told you i’d stick to you like glue and if you wanted to fuck somebody here, you better call me a ride back home before you start sticking your dick in them.”
“yes dear, i promise i’ll keep you safe,” he said with a laugh and a grin, slinging his arm over your shoulder once more before guiding you back into the crowd, introducing you to one person or another, never staying much to chat until he made it outside.
“ah, there you are man! i was wondering where you’d be but i’m not surprised your anti-social ass is outside.”
“tch, the whole point of being outside is so people don’t bother me but it looks like i’ve got another tick on my back,” the blonde haired guy said, frowning as he motioned you two over.
“what’s with the chick?”
“uh, hi, nice to meet you,” you said, introducing yourself with a polite smile, weary of such hostile red eyes.
“you’re acting like i’m going to murder you or something,” he laughed with a menacing grin, flashing his canines at you like a feral dog.
“you are dressed as a serial killer so i think my feelings are a bit warranted, but you’re probably okay. Kiri wouldn’t hangout with anyone who wasn’t good at heart,” you reasoned, gaining your courage to sit down, finally noticing someone sitting next to him, cloaked in a ghostface outfit.
“who’s the other killer?” you asked, nodding to the ominous figure.
the man took off his mask, revealing green hair, a spattering of freckles and scars and the widest grin on his face, his whole demeanor not matching his costume at all.
“Izuku Midoriya!” he exclaimed, reaching out his hand in a friendly gesture. you took it with little hesitation, his happiness easy to catch.
“damn nerd, you can’t be scary for even one second. pathetic, i don’t know why you wanted to dress up with me anyways. you can’t pull it off for shit,” the angry guy stated, looking back at you to introduce himself as Bakugou Katsuki with another mischievous grin.
you spent most of the night chatting away by the fire, sipping on your drinks and enjoying each other’s company. you had to begrudgingly admit, it was nice to spend time with people your age for once. your job and volunteer positions put you in direct contact with people much older than you and while you appreciated their friendships, it was nice to let loose and not be seen as the young kid but rather a peer.
excusing yourself for another drink, you stood up and stretched, rushing into the house as quickly as possible so you wouldn’t miss too much of the conversation. one vodka lemonade later and you were headed back outside before an arm blocked you off, then another. two guys dressed as roman warriors stood in your path, smiling and cooing as if you were some plaything that they wanted. disgusted, you attempted to move around them before one of the guys grabbed your arm.
“where ya going sweetheart? a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be alone on Halloween night.”
“eenie meenie miny moe, catch a tiger by her toe,” the other sung in your ear, reaching down to stroke your hair.
immediately your blood boiled, disgust mixed with alcohol surging through your veins. you took one look at the guy who touched your hair and reared your head back, swinging it forward to collide with his nose. he stumbled back, muttering curses and pinching his bridge, attempting to stop the blood that rushed down his face.
“you fucking bitch,” he said, surging forward to grab you but before he had a chance, a black cloaked hand grasped his wrist, twisting hard.
“i wouldn’t do that if i were you,” Izuku’s voice threatened from underneath the mask.
“who the fuc-” the one guy started but before he had a chance to say anything, Izuku’s fist collided with the roman warrior’s face, effectively knocking him out cold. he turned to look at the other warrior but his hand had dropped from your arm long ago, your knee to his groin and left fist to his throat sending him running.
Izuku turned to you, lifting his mask to reveal a devilish smile underneath.
“no please don’t kill me mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel,” you blurted out before laughing at his confused, tilted expression.
“now why would i kill something as pretty as you,” he asked, his face remaining innocent but his eyes betraying his true feelings.
you blushed, unsure of what to say but incredibly happy about the situation anyways.
“c’mon, if you’re not hurt, let’s get you a new drink and get you back outside. you can sit next to me, i’ll keep you nice and warm, i promise. you’ll be safe with me,” he declared matter-of-factly, that devilish confidence gone in a flash.
“and if you want to be in the sequel, we’ve got to make the first movie, hm? tomorrow, eight o’clock?” he asked, his eyes flashing to yours as he poured the lemonade into the cup.
suddenly, you were very, very happy that you came.
pairing + wc: parental erasermic + reader, midoriya izuku x reader in future chapters just not in prologue; 3.7k
specific tw: discussions of human trafficking + child abuse by villains, mention of foster system, mentions of death, mentions of chronic pain, collapsing buildings. see masterpost for genre + general tw.
notes: i’m rlly happy to be re-releasing this w gender neutral reader + some minor tweaks to the style! <3 pls enjoy!
your chamber is cold, dimly lit, and soundproofed. there’s very little for you to draw energy from, but there’s no worry of you getting too cold – the faint lights, far above, are enough for you to generate heat using your quirk. just not enough for you to get out, and just enough to make you strain as you force your quirk to keep running.
sensei stops outside your chamber – you can feel the buzz of electricity in his cells, and you press your tiny hand to the wall, trying to figure out exactly where he is on the other side of the one-way mirror. the warmth of your hand drags against its cold surface, a blur of barely-there fingerprints, the lines of your palm smeared with the motion.
you stop when sensei is directly in front of you. the buzzing in his cells sings to you. you press closer to the mirror. there’s another pocket of electricity, but it feels odd, shifting; sensei is probably talking to that man with purple fog over his face. but you’ll never be able to hear them, not with the way your chamber is insulated, so you walk back to your bed, in the back corner of the room.
it’s starting to get warmer in the chamber, so training will be soon. you’re only allowed large quantities of energy when they know you’re going to use them up.
but hours pass, and the chamber is too hot, your whole body buzzing as the energy tries to jump out from under your skin. maybe it’s a new training exercise, a new way to push the limits of how much energy you can absorb. either way, you have to keep drawing it in, or it’ll get too hot.
you fall asleep and wake up sweating, skin crackling, and the air smells humid and warm and full of ozone. it’s hard to breathe, it’s so heavy – your lungs keep trying to hold it in, extract every last drop of energy from it. you have to force yourself to exhale, hard, like sensei taught you.
there’s light cracking through your skin, but you register it only faintly, too focused on grappling with the twisting, writhing mass of energy and trying to force it to stay in the center of your body.
but it’s not staying still – every time you push down on a wave of energy trying to escape in one direction, it just pulses out in the other. maybe, if you just let a little bit of it go, you’ll be able to hold on to the rest of it?
you hold your arm out, intent on discharging a small sound wave – but the cracks on your arm, the light energy seeping out of them in wisps, it scares you, and suddenly that ball of energy is tumbling out of control.
the wave of kinetic energy ripples out of you and slams into the walls of your chamber – they splinter with a deafeningly loud sound, folding and tearing like wet paper into the chambers next to yours, and the one-way mirror shatters into millions of tiny shards. but it doesn’t stop there – the entire building is shaking, and you can hear the other mirrors shattering and see the other walls crumbling throughout the warehouse. and then the ceiling comes down on top of you.
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shota gets the call at six in the morning. or rather, he gets the call, but hizashi picks it up, because there’s no way in hell that anything is waking him from the dead of sleep on his day off.
except hizashi, who just shakes him awake and hands him the phone, saying, “it’s for you, babe. something about an explosion.”
“eraserhead speaking.” he wants to complain, but he knows it’s not the operator’s fault, and he knows there’s a reason they called him in on his day off.
“we need you to suppress some kind of explosion quirk in the warehouse district. there’s a collapsed, sorry, still collapsing building, and some fire and electricity issues. the fire department is dealing with the parts of the building that are burning, but there are people trapped inside, and the heat signatures indicate that one of them – a child, judging by size – is causing uncontrollable explosions, which are making it difficult to get anyone out. cementoss is currently stabilizing the building.”
“i’ll be there as fast as i can.” he can’t find it in himself to complain anymore.
as shota swings himself across the city on his capture weapon, rapidly approaching the warehouse district, he can see a plume of smoke billowing against the orange of the sunrise. he stops on top of a building and uses a nearby lamppost to lower himself to the ground.
the collapsed warehouse is smoking, and steam is rising off of it in the early morning light, but it is thankfully no longer on fire. cementoss is fusing cement slabs together in an effort to keep it from caving in further, and infrared hero, aptly named infra (hizashi calls her “heat seeker”) is intently watching the building. shota approaches her for debriefing.
“it was hard to see, earlier, with all of the fire interfering, and it’s blurry because of the heat retention of the concrete, but there are at least twenty people inside, half or more of which are children. there’s someone close to the center of the structure who is periodically letting out bursts of heat, and who we assume is also producing some kind of kinetic shockwave.”
“and cementoss has constructed a pathway so i can extract the person without disturbing the rubble and crushing other victims?”
“yes–” infra starts, and is abruptly cut off when the building rumbles, the ground shuddering along with it, the pavement near its base fracturing. “yes,” she pauses, eyes narrowing, “but you might want to wait while cementoss deals with whatever might’ve come loose just now.” she hands him an earpiece so she can direct him to the source of the explosions.
shota stands there, watching the wood and cement and metal smoke and steam, until cementoss gives him the go ahead.
he picks his way through the rubble, listening carefully to infra’s directions. sirens wail in the background, and broken glass crunches under his feet, but he can hear children crying through all of it. shota moves faster, pulls his goggles over his eyes.
infra tells him to stop and look down and to the right. all there is is a pile of debris, and it makes his heart leap into his throat. he starts digging through the chunks of cement, using his capture weapon to pull away particularly heavy or sharp pieces and to keep any large ones from falling. he has to work quickly, or risk getting hit by whatever quirk is hiding under there.
it only takes a few seconds, and then he’s looking down at a child – maybe seven years old, a little kid, curled up in a ball with their arms around their knees. there’s fissures in their skin with light pouring out of them, ashes in their hair. their eyes are glowing a terrifying, brilliant white – shota activates his quirk, hair floating up, and all the light evaporates from that tiny little body, they just look like a normal, scared kid.
it hits him that they really should’ve sent someone who was better with children. maybe gang orca. well, he might as well bite the bullet.
“i’m eraserhead. what’s your name?”
“[surname].” the kid looks up at him, face blank except for a slight frown. “what did you do to me? where did it go?”
shota offers his hand, and they take it, standing up. “where did what go?”
shota doesn’t have an answer.
he leads them out of the rubble, and thank god for the fact that they’re following – he really does not want to deal with a kicking, screaming kid in the middle of an unstable structure. the sunlight glints off of warped rebar, sharp and threatening. he tugs the kid slightly behind him.
“the energy. your hair went up and it went away.”
he has no fucking idea. “you’re right, it went away.” sometimes, telling kids that they’re right is the fastest way to get them to be quiet. surprisingly, it works.
they follow silently, gripping his hand with their tiny, slightly chubby fingers, until they finally get out of the rubble maze. now that the exploding kid is out, it’s safe to extract the other victims.
he crouches down in front of them, still holding their hand. “i’m going to leave you with the medical team, okay? they’re gonna check you over and take you to the hospital, if needed. i have to go get the other people out of there.”
except when shota stands up and tries to move away, they aren’t letting go. he tries stepping away again. it doesn’t work. it’s not just that they’re not letting go, it’s that he can’t break their grip – which is ridiculous, they’re a child, and their hand doesn’t even encompass his, meaning there’s a point where it should, in theory, be easy to break their hold.
theory isn’t holding up.
“you need to let go, or else i can’t get the other people out.” maybe he can guilt them into letting go? thankfully the other heroes on the scene are already digging through the rubble for the other victims.
they shake their head furiously, making some of the ash in their hair fly off. “no, sensei said i have to stay here. i can’t leave.”
shota resists the urge to drag a hand down his face. he really wishes tsukauchi was already here. “this is a school?”
“yes.” they nod solemnly.
“but this is the warehouse district.”
they stare at him. he tries breaking their grip again. they squeeze his hand tighter, and shota hears one of his joints crack.
“you can tell the police about the school and sensei when they get here, but you need to let go. i have to do my job. besides, your sensei is still in there, and i need to go rescue them.”
they cock their head, but loosen their grip a tiny bit. “no, sensei isn’t here. he left with the man who makes purple mist doorways. i think all the teachers left. i felt it, when they disappeared.”
felt it? grip strength? explosions? he can think about whatever the hell is going on with this child’s dangerous, wack ass quirk later. “okay, but the other students are still in there.”
“no,” they scrunch their eyes shut, grip tightening. “i can’t feel them. except amanatsu-chan. no one else is there.”
shota has a horrifying thought about heat signatures and dead bodies. he motions infra and one of cementoss’ sidekicks over.
“where is amanatsu-chan?” he asks, making eye contact with the sidekick, who is paying very close attention to the kid.
“she’s right next to where i was. in the room to the right, ‘cause she’s a month older than me.”
he turns his back to the kid and looks at infra. “that is the only person we need to rescue right now. everyone else is probably dead, according to them.”
infra looks toward the building, scanning. “the heat was probably trapped by the collapsed structure, and the fire made it difficult to see, but now that some of the rubble has been moved and the fire has been put out… there is only one heat signature that could possibly belong to someone who is alive. everything else… not even hypothermic bodies get that low.”
the sidekick rushes off with infra to guide them.
shota drags the kid along with him to the ambulance, which is now useless, with the exception of the two kids, and sits with them while the medical team looks them over. they still won’t let go of his hand, but he could break their hold now, if he needed to. if he wanted to.
he doesn’t.
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they get the kid to the hospital, only with shota riding in the ambulance next to them, but they’re fine, and so is the other kid – a little girl. the only reason they decide to take the two kids to the hospital in the first place is because there’s nowhere else to take them, and they really, really need to see a quirk specialist. the other kid had some kind of odd, controlling speech effect, and he cannot, for the life of him, figure the first kid’s quirk out.
he leaves them with the quirk specialist, whom both kids use the sensei honorific for – they do that for every nurse and other adult, too – and goes back home to sleep. it’s almost the afternoon, but he doesn’t care. it’s his day off, damn it.
—
fuck that quirk specialist. he and hizashi are going to have to help the kid manage their quirk, according to his medical advice. thankfully, cementoss and tiger are more suited to the second kid.
he picks the problem child up from the train station in civilian clothes, hizashi next to him, cap pulled down to hide his face, hair half-down and not in that ridiculous cockatoo style. the kid’s brand new foster parents give them their phone numbers.
hizashi smiles at the kid and takes their hand, obviously completely forgetting that he’s not dressed as present mic. he does that around kids. “what’s your name, little listener?”
“[surname].” they turn to shota and blink accusingly, like he was supposed to tell hizashi.
“your first name, though?” hizashi prods, and shota laughs quietly through his nose.
“six.”
he stops laughing.
hizashi laughs awkwardly, his complete opposite, and definitely trying to smooth the situation over. “well, do you want to be called something different?”
their eyebrows furrow, and they reach for shota’s hand; he lets them. fine, they can hold both of their hands, dammit.
“is that allowed?”
hizashi gives him a look, one that means what the fuck. “yeah, yeah that’s allowed.”
“i think [first name] would be fine then.” they nod, like it’s an important decision.
“okay, [first name] it is, then. can i call you [first name]-chan, little listener?” hizashi says, starting to walk in the direction of their home. honestly, shota forgot that people use that honorific for children. he tries to avoid them in rescue missions; they’re uncomfortable around him, find him unnerving.
[first name] nods again. “mhm.”
“great! you can call me yamada-sen–” shota activates his quirk to tell him to shut up without actually telling him to shut up in front of the kid.
“no sensei honorific,” he mutters, thinking of the warehouse.
“you can call me yamada. that’s aizawa, kay?”
they nod again.
great, he’s training a child.
—
turns out they don’t need much training. the email from the quirk specialist explained that they could absorb energy and then manipulate its form, but it did not explain the frankly worrying level of precision they had.
they’re standing in the park, across the street from their hero-specialized apartment complex.
“i’m going to scream, kay? and you’re going to try to absorb it, and then we’ll see what you can do.” hizashi is still holding the kid’s hand, fifteen minutes after they’ve gotten back from the train station. shota is starting to worry that he’s getting attached. who is he kidding – of course hizashi is attached.
“aizawa will shut your quirk off if it’s too scary.”
they nod, already frowning in concentration. hizashi steps back and screams “HELLO!” at the lowest level possible. it still makes the grass ripple and the leaves on the trees shimmer. the kid just giggles, unphased, eyes glowing, and the grass and trees behind them are completely still, undisturbed. their control is disturbingly tight.
“again!” they shriek, relaying every bit of hizashi’s volume, and shota has a sickening thought about the types of bonding activities this kid had in that warehouse. training is playtime, to them.
all the pieces fall into place; the blacked out, confidential police reports, the inability to locate biological parents, the overpowered quirk, the ridiculous level of control for a child, sensei, the other children, the number six. quirk trafficking. all for one. collecting successors. his stomach turns.
he jerks back to the present as hizashi laughs and complies, yelling “HELLO!” again. shota can see the worry and caution seeping into his stance, though. they’ve been together long enough that he knows they’re both having the same thought, because hizashi isn’t stupid, and he’s seen every ugly little thing the world has to offer.
this time the kid doesn’t yell back, just holds out their hand. “wanna see what i can do?”
shota gets ready to activate his quirk, and hizashi nods.
their hand bursts into flame. shota’s hair flies up on reflex, a familiar burn in his eyes. the fire goes out, and a blast of light spirals off of their skin and dissipates into the air.
they all try several times more. [name] sends electricity crackling across their arms, drills a hole in the ground with a push of kinetic energy, makes their whole body glow with light, lifts a rock that no child should be able to lift. not once do they seem scared, not once do they hurt hizashi or break anything they don’t mean to.
they don’t need help managing their quirk. they need an outlet. (they need parents).
—
the years pass quickly; he and hizashi get teaching positions at UA, he expels and re-enrolls hundreds of students, works the streets at night. hizashi runs his radio show and works as a daylight hero and teaches english. they train [first name] every weekend, until the kid occupies the spare room at their house and the cats almost like them better than shota. [name] stays with their foster family during the week, and hizashi says he misses them, and shota wishes he could say different. (he doesn’t).
they watch the way they avoid going to their teachers when they need help, avoid going to their parents, and only ever come to them, shota and hizashi. shota thinks they have issues with trust, hizashi says they have issues with authority. shota worries about what that means they see their mentors as – authority figures they can trust. (it doesn’t worry him at all).
they crush exams and don’t talk to other kids, and hizashi and shota only know this because hizashi tries to make dinner table conversation about the kid’s classes and friends, and [name]’s answers are noncommittal, “i’m near the top of the class, okay?” and “i don’t really have any.” they proudly tell them that they punched someone in the face for bullying another kid. they ricochet wildly from sullen and silent to laughing obnoxiously loud. hizashi worries for their social development, shota tells him that they can’t go to parent teacher conferences, because they’re not the damn kid’s parents. (they are. [name]’s foster parents don’t go.)
they get sick after training some days, staying an extra day instead of traveling by train, just lying in bed while their quirk makes their whole body hurt,because it was cultivated for power, not for compatibility with the human body. hizashi calls their parents, who call the school, and he makes them tea with honey and lemon. shota sits in their room with them and the cats. the next day, after they leave, hizashi will say, “it’s just the weekends, but it feels like we’re raising them,” and shota will say, “we’re not.” (they are).
he teaches them how to use a capture weapon after they beg for months. they’re terrible at it. they keep trying. they get better, and they like heroes in black costumes and they listen to english music, and they want to be just like them, and they’re loud and sharp and sarcastic and competitive and sometimes quiet and kind, and it doesn’t make him cry into hizashi’s shoulder at night, it doesn’t. they don’t have a kid. they don’t. (they do).
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they want to take the UA entrance exam, and shota wants to throw himself in front of a bus. he tells hizashi as much.
“shota, you can’t just expect them to be a civilian. they want to be a hero.” he’s doing his hair, yelling from the bathroom so shota can hear him from where he’s laying in bed, wondering how much longer he can stay there until he has to get up and go teach the brats.
“it’s dangerous, and they’re a kid, hizashi. kids always want to be heroes, it doesn’t mean they have to be.”
“first of all, they’re almost an adult, UA is a college. and even if you still think of them as a little kid, they have training, two mentors, and a burning desire to save the entire world. good luck stopping them. and it’s not like we haven’t been encouraging them for their entire life by giving them said training!”
“but it’s dangerous!” he sits up and slaps the quilt.
he hears hizashi sigh and sees him stick his head back into the bedroom. “they’re in too deep to stop unless they suddenly hate heroes. plus, we literally teach kids how to be heroes. you literally are a hero. you have no room to talk. none.”
“but those kids are–”
“less well-trained? not our kid?” hizashi raises an eyebrow as he cuts him off.
shota shuts his eyes and lays back down. “fuck.” he wants to go back to sleep. “they’re not our kid,” he adds, as an afterthought. it makes his stomach twist.
“sure,” says hizashi, and goes back to doing his hair.
—
“kid,” you hear aizawa say, and you look up from your homework. it’s a saturday.
“yeah?” he’s standing in the doorway, holding a flat, white box, like the kind fancy clothes come in.
aizawa shuffles in and sits on your bed. he pats the space next to him, “sit.”
you set down your pen and sit next to him, cross legged, in your pajamas, eyeing the box. he puts it on your lap and you lift the lid off; inside is a pile of black fabric, one long, thin strip, with threads of metal glinting in it.
“you’ll need it for the exam,” he says, and stands to leave.
you clutch the cool, heavy fabric to your chest, knowing it’s the ticket to your dream, your chance to prove yourself. “thank you.” thank you for believing in me.
“don’t mention it.” of course, kid.
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After over a month of no post here we go! This is somewhat similar to THIS post. Except this time it’s more romance focused, and like most of my post the gender of the reader is not mentioned!
Bakugo sleeps between you and the door because if anyone is dumb enough to break into your house they’ll have to get through him first.
Kirishima uses the hair dye that stains his hands to draw hearts on your arm or thigh as a silent declaration of love. If your hands are stained he always places it on his chest over his heart so he can always feel like he has you with him.
Denki kisses both of your cheeks and then your lips, just because he knows that it makes you smile. If your having a bad day he peppers kisses all over your face till you giggle or at least smile.
Sero named a plant after you when you two first started dating, and if the plant seemed to be in a bad condition he’d check in on you to see how you’re doing. The plant still has a spot on a shelf in the apartment and he talks to it when you’re not there.
Mina insist on one self care day a month and one dance party a week. So once a week the two of you turn on music and dance like nobody is watching, and once a month you sit with face masks on watching movies and painting nails.
Todoroki didn’t hold your hand for the first few months that the two of you were dating and linked pinkies instead. Partially cus he was convinced he was the “hand crusher” and mainly because you make him so nervous that he was scared he’d accidentally set off his quirk
Midoriya has a collection of notebooks dedicated to you. On the outside it might seem weird or obsessive, but these are a little different than his hero books. Instead of statistics and analysis on your quirk it’s all of your favorite things and places. He writes down all of the things about you he loves or finds interesting.
Iida traces hearts and the words “I love you” on your back in the early morning hours of the day. The time right when the sun is starting to rise and he thinks your asleep. Most of the time you are but some times you aren’t and you can hear him whisper love confessions to you.
Shoji hugs you without question if you ask for one. No hesitation, not even a quirk of his brow. He waits till you pull away before he lets go so he’s always holding you for as long as you want/need.
This was inspired by the fantastic game (imho) Finding Paradise, an installment of the To The Moon series. If you’d like, you should check it out!
Bakugou’s relentless bullying resulted in many children avoiding young Midoriya out of fear he’d target them next. Others would instead partake IN the bullying, in hopes of evading the blonde’s ire or perhaps joining his little gang.
Not too long after that, you appeared! A gentle (sometimes) hand to keep him company. Speak with him, play with him, share with him. That was your duty.
Thanks to you, he wasn’t lonely or scared, or afraid. Everytime you were around, you helped ease him out of those feelings.
Sometimes, you’d tease him about his hero obsession til’ he blushed like a red tomato. You’d even call him “Red Might!” As a nickname, much to his dismay.
Sometimes on harsher days, he’d practically cling to you and want nothing but your presence. When that happened, you’d grab him by the hand and drag him off to your “special place” (another section of the park) and play around together. That really helped
One time, you’d threaten to beat up his bullies for him. But he declined the offer, because it wasn’t the right thing to do. That and… You weren’t real.
You had each other in the end. And so long as you existed, you promised to protect him.
What should of been a simple childhood phase sort of stuck with him. He matured, and grew, but some things stayed. And one of them, was you.
Of course, you weren’t in child form anymore, but rather appearing like a young teenager like Midoriya. Yet, your personality didn’t falter! You were still yourself, looking out for him and being there by his side. Which he appreciated.
Midoriya had grown so use to having your presence around him, he more or less forgot you weren’t even real nowadays. He had a whole story thought out for you: a random kid who lived out of town from where he was, but still managed to hang out with him. And for the most part, people believed it.
In his eyes, you WERE real. You were there for him through everything, from the day he was a young boy to him training to become a hero.
Whenever people asked about his life, one of the special individuals he’d bring up first would be… His mother… And you. Sometimes though, he’d get a bit reluctant whenever people started prying for more information about his “never before seen friend”, only giving the background and an excuse for why you weren’t around.
Although you meant the world to him, Midoriya slowly paid less and less attention to you. He began spending his hours into training, studying, mentoring under All Might, and hanging out with his squad.
It didn’t bother you much, because you loved Midoriya. If he was happy, you were happy. One time you teased him about how distant you two had gotten recently, which caused him to slightly choke for a minute before apologizing about it. You could tell he regretted the little time he had for you now, but you reassured him that it didn’t matter. You were fine!
Watching Midoriya’s transformation really was something. He went from a raining sprinkler to an occasional rain cloud.
After so long, he was finally growing up! And you couldn’t have been more proud of him!
Of course… Growing up means things change. It was time, you figured..
Staying any longer would be pointless, he needed to place his utmost attention on real life rather then the fantasy world you represented.
He needed to move on.. from you.
So, late on his birthday when his friends had disappeared from the celebration. You told Midoriya to follow you somewhere speical.. well, you more like demanded him too, because he wouldn’t move from his bed which felt unusually comfortable right now.
With a small displeased groan from Mr. Broccoli, you guided him out of the house. As you went, Midoriya began falling back, speed growing progressively slower. If it weren’t for you dragging him, he probably would of halted right in his steps.
After perhaps an hour, you two wound up in a familiar place.
The park.
He wondered why you brought him here, but you simply smiled and continued holding his hand. Traversing through the area in a slow manner while enjoying the gentle rays of moonlight that glowed the ground underneath you two.
Finding a place under a tree, you sat down and enjoyed the crisp moonlit air, while Midoriya tried sitting next to you in spite of how uncomfortable the spot was.
Although it was dark, the moon’s illumination helped brighten up the place. It was peaceful, perfect for your farewell.
You always admired Midoriya and his dedication to make you feel real. Even now, he pretended like he could actually feel your hand in his. Like yours really held warmth.
Midoriya knew why you had brought him here, he always did. But he didn’t want to say his goodbyes to you, which is why he tried stopping himself from coming here.
He didn’t want you to go, he didn’t want this to be his final moments with you. You tried telling him how silly this whole thing was, that people would laugh at him if they knew.
He didn’t care. Why should he? You were there for him since day one. you helped make him who he is today, you taught him how to be stronger! To be brave! To never give up!
You laughed, saying you taught him nothing but what he already knew. All he ever wanted was a friend, and you stepped in to take that role. Now that he had real friends, he didn’t need you anymore.
Midoriya refused to believe that. He told you he’d always need you as he looked up to the stars that glittered the sky above him.
Midoriya had to learn that, staying with you meant he was still staying in his head. He needed to focus on the things that mattered, so he’d be able to appreciate life. Appreciate the time he has and to enjoy his future ahead.
You reassured him that, one day you’d come back, and on that day he’d tell you everything that happened in his life. even when you were gone, you were gonna protect him in your own way.
…to your suprise, he wasn’t balling his eyes out. He was quiet though, and his eyes held sadness in them.
Getting up from your spot, you stood tall and stretched your limbs. A small yawn leaving your lips. As you were about to walk off, Midoriya stopped you.
“Hey, I haven’t even…said goodbye yet..”
You smiled, bringing him to his feet. Wrapping your arms around him for one final embrace, you said in the softest voice:
“you already did, Midoriya… A long time ago”
And like that, you were gone.
Midoriya stood there for awhile. Alone and cold. He knew moving on was what you wanted, but it didn’t mean he had to like it at first.
Midoriya went on as normal eventually, but when people would bring you up he’d only ever say that you moved somewhere far away, and spoke with fondness of your memory.
He held onto the hope that, one day, you’d come back. And when you would, he’d tell you everything that happened in his life.
Until then, he’ll keep you close to his heart and memory.
Getting caught listening to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album
Anon asked: I hope we are on the same page and agree on that SOUR IS PAINFUL and I can’t stop laughing at the concept of the bnha boys reacting to yn singing something from there. Like they think it’s all cute and precious how beautifully you sing and then you almost sob at the lyrics lmao.
authors.note: I’ve been listening to her album non stop and it’s getting out of hand, the worst part is I’ve never been in love XD. This is a different format I hope you like it. Enjoy <3
SHOTO walks through the door of your shared apartment, his tie in one hand and suit jacket in the other. Music blared from the kitchen, a soft melodic tune ringing through the house as both yours and the singer’s voices blended into one harmonizing. He always loved coming home to you because in reality, this house wasn’t his home you were; you with your weird habits and spontaneous ice cream trips at 2 am. You and your smile that lit up his life, you and your voice that always managed to calm him even when both of you were in the middle of a villain attack fighting for your lives and those of others. He loved every piece of you and he was always thanking the universe for allowing him to love you. Closing his eyes he focused on your voice, easily distinguishing it from the singer’s. With your soft words going straight to his heart he completely ignored the lyrics until he was rudely brought back to earth by the song. “But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face….” Baffled, he entered the kitchen rushing over to you to wrap his arms around your waist, a pout evident on his lips. You kissed his temple, placing your hands over his and swaying from left to right. Shoto just held you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and refusing to let go for the rest of the night.
KATSUKI sighed as he heard the loud sounds of your music coming from behind the apartment door. He loved you with all his heart, he truly did but if he had to listen to Doja Cat one more time… Evenings like these were always his favorites though, loud music and all. Weekend evenings when he comes home early, always finding you curled up on the couch, TV playing steadily on the news channel as you read your book. He knew you worried, you always did and you always will, he finds it endearing and cute, teasing you about it when he gets home each night. As much as he finds it cute it also brings guilt. He wants to give you the world, the sun and the stars, anything and everything you desire but he knows that no matter what his safety will always dominate your mind and he will always find you watching the news channel waiting to confirm his safety. You both fall in love hard. As he stepped into the living room he witnessed the small show you had going on; pjs consisting of his shirt and shorts, her wet with a comb in your hand as you sang along to this week’s favorite. “I’m so sick of 17 where’s my fucking teenage dream?” He laughed at that, grabbing your hips making you yelp in surprise as he steadied you on the couch. “You’re 22 you brat! Now get down before you hit the ceiling.”
IZUKU most of the time enters your home through the bedroom window like a burglar. He has no reason to do so apart from being able to. So, naturally, he usually scares you half to death when he suddenly appears seemingly out of nowhere. He loved doing that. He especially loved the process afterwards of how he will try to coax the pout off your face with kisses and hugs. It never lasts long, you give in too early but he enjoys the process. Making you smile is his one priority and he will step down as n.1 if he ever stopped. Music flooded the apartment, it wasn’t too loud just loud enough to hide his footsteps. You were swaying softly in the middle of the living room, eyes closed while you sang along. The song was sad, really sad and the singer’s voice made it 10x worse. Before he even realized he too had closed his eyes, back leaning on the wall behind him as he let your voice soothe him. He doesn’t know how long he had his eyes closed, all he knew was that the song was over and something more upbeat was playing and as he opened his eyes he came face to face with you, your own eyes a little glossy. Your nose was touching his and you sniffled a bit as you stared at him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek before wiping the unshed tears from your eyes. He had so many questions and he must’ve looked very confused because suddenly you burst out laughing. “This album is super sad, okay? I can’t help it!” Took a pic as blackmail.
EIJIROU had been listening to the same album all day long and tears had been shed. Bakugou had yelled at him during lunch break for tearing up at one of the songs. Now, Eijirou has never experienced heartbreak and he never wants to. You are his everything and if that day came when things between you had to end he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Hell, he doesn’t even want to remotely think about such a predicament. Now he is standing in your shared home’s entrance hall, keys still in hand as he can clearly hear you sob-singing along to the song that had made him cry this morning. At that moment, Eijirou was certain you two were soulmates. He always had a feeling but now he is certain. Taking off his shoes hastily and throwing his jacket on the hanger he sprinted into the living room just as the best part of the song started playing. “Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?” Both of you sang at the top of your lungs tears rolling down your cheeks as you feel into each other’s arms, the breakup song continuing its course. Olivia Rodrigo 1 Perfectly happy couple 0.
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You are a MINOR
That means no Dms, No NSFW Asks etc.
You are Homophobic
Meaning ANY intolerance for those associated with the LGBTQIA+
a/n: finally managed to finished these!! the scenarios are a little longer this time so you’re all in for a good time. thanks so much for your patienece, i hope you enjoy the smut!
warning(s): 18+, dry humping, teasing, somnophilia (consensual), slight degradation, mentions of drug use, manga and anime spoilers (anime: season 5, manga: chapter 294)
Izuku Midoriya (Deku)
This boy will be flustered as fuck when you first start grinding against him
He goes into full-on “Deku.exe stopped working mode”
Yes, even if you have been dating for a while
The idea that someone as beautiful as you gets riled up by the thought of having him close is a concept that he certainly has to get used to at first
He’d be reluctant for sure, blushing and whimpering as he watches you, not knowing what to do with his hands
Scenario: Touch Deprivation
A long sigh left your mouth as you once again checked your phone for what must have been for the 100th time this evening. Midoriya still hasn’t returned from patrol. Since he started working as a professional pro hero it feels like your sex life has suffered more than anything in your relationship. You missed his touch, the way he made love to you in the evening. It was a good way to get him less distressed from the day too. Maybe you’ll get to wrap him around your finger this time.
When you hear the familiar click of the door, you wasted no time rushing to your feet. “Welcome home Izuku~” you swooped in to hug him, feeling him smile against your lips as you pulled him into a warm welcome kiss.
“I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting, y/n. It’s already late, you could have gone to bed without me.” Midoriya wraps his arms around you, giving into the embrace and warmth coming from you. He almost feels bad for keeping you up so long, another night where you waited for him to come home.
You’re ignoring him bluntly, instead of focusing on getting your hands underneath his shirt. “It’s okay, I don’t mind, besides, you’re home now.”
Midoriya’s face flushes a deep red, trying without success to wrap his mind around what you’re doing. When his mind finally catches up, his cheeks heat up even more. “Y/N, w-what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” You smirk, your hands sneaking up further to touch his abs, shuffling closer so you’re flush against him. Your hot breath ghosts across his neck and you can’t stop yourself from biting down on the sweet skin there “I’ve missed you a lot you know?”
“I-I missed you too.” He gives into your touch, shivering before moving his own hands to settle on your hips. “Sorry that I took another long shift today.”
“Don’t worry Izuku, I’m not mad at you” You can feel him sigh underneath you. You know he still loves you, he’s just very invested in hero work and you can’t blame him, it’s been his lifelong dream. “But I know how you can make it up to me.” The hand that’s furthest up his shirt, wraps around his nipple and pinches it, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. You start grinding up against him, hips pressing against his crotch desperately.
“Ahh, y/n I-I should shower before we-” He’s cut off by another grind of your hips and another kiss to his neck. Your head is starting to spin more, trying to get more friction which proved difficult while still in your clothes. Your body is moving on its own, driven by all the pleasure that has pent up over the weeks. Your movements seem to affect your boyfriend in the same way, his hips involuntarily jerking against your touch, searching for more. He’s grown sensitive over the weeks, it would be a mistake to say he hasn’t thought about you in the same way. He was just always too shy to go through with it.
“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Deku’s eyes widen, finally getting what you’re hinting at “O-okay” He tightens his grip on your hips, subtly moving his hands under your ass and hoists you up in the air. He’ll make it up to you for sure.
Shouto Todoroki
At first, he’ll be confused when you initiate it
The little humps against any part of his body were definitely something new to him
He’s more used to having you voice your desires first so he knows what to do, but just movements to start with were something he had to adjust to
But normally when he hears you start whimpering and looking up into his eyes with that look he knows all too well what you need, although it takes a bit of coaxing to get him there
He does get turned on after some time, but you need to ease him into all this at first
Scenario: Lust Quirk
Shouto stumbled into the apartment with the last resort he had left. He thought part of his body could resist the heat that was surging through his system but even that amount of heat was too unnatural for him. His body made it hard to carry him any farther than his bed with the amount of heat rushing through his system, making every step he took shakily and his vision blurry. He should have been more careful, just as Aizawa-sensei told him, but now here he was, your colleague dragging his heated and flushed body into your apartment while he huffed and whined.
During your paired mission, Shouto protected you from an incoming attack and was hit with the quirk in the process. Good for your team cause it brought extra points for his heroic sacrifice, but not so good for himself as he was left with the after-effects of what was a lust quirk. Hence his current desperation and clinging to you when he finally ran into you, the pulling on your clothes, the heavy breathing, and a wet spot against the front of the pants of his hero costume.
“Please, I need-” You had helped him get to the apartment safely, thinking the effects wouldn’t be as bad but seeing him this desperate now changed the whole situation.
“Don’t worry Todoroki, I’ll get some help. I’m sure Recovery Girl has some pills that can ease the effects.”
Before you could move one step, his hand was around your wrist, holding you back. “I need… you.” His look was desperate as he eyed.
“Todoroki….”
He suddenly looked away, ashamed of being so straightforward with you. “I’m sorry…” Even when his mind was clouded, he tried to pull away, after all, he doesn’t want to end up hurting you. “I… I’ll try to handle it myself”.
Shouto let go of your arm, but you kept him from retreating. “I’ll help you. That’s what friends are for, right?”
The whimper that came from him together with the nod was the last thing you saw before he tugged on your arm and with the remaining energy he had, pushed you onto your back, looming over you as he kept trying not to breathe too heavily. “You sure you wanna… do this with me?”
You responded by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to sink on top of you. Shouto groaned, burying his face into your neck, the hot breath there making your own head start to spin, his hips slowly starting to move back and forth, dragging his clothed cock against your sex. The friction was almost too much, his teeth sunk into the skin on your neck to keep him from screaming.
“Is that what you needed, Shouto?” You asked teasingly, starting to rock your own hips against his movement.
At that moment Shouto couldn’t care that you both still were clothed, the feeling of his cock rubbing against something (or better put someone) was everything he desired. “Y-yes…more”.
His thrusts were as controlled as he could keep them but he’s constantly torn between letting loose and preserving this wonderful feeling. “Anything you need~” you purred against him, your own hands finding his lower back, pushing him down.
He let out another hot puff of air, your bodies keep rutting against each other in sync, creating the most delicious friction you could wish for. It was getting quiet in the apartment, the thing to be heard was moans and groans as well as the rubbing of wet clothing. His eyes were glued on you in awe as you increased the movement of your hips.
Steam starts to erupt from his left side, he could feel himself losing control of his emotions, he feels like he’s going to overpower and pin you down any moment. Being the quiet type it was quite a sight to see him in such a state. Shoto feels like he’s on fire, even his cold side was too weak to do anything in this case. You could feel his cock twitch underneath you which only spurred you on more.
“Y/N if you’re gonna keep that up I’m-” the grip on your hips intensifies and you can feel the fabric of his parts chafe more than before. you take a moment to raise your hips only to be met by a large wet spot and an even bigger bulge pressing against you.
“I can’t take this any longer,“ Todoroki huffed and once again grabbed you by your hips and pressed you against his twitching cock.
You grinned down at him, your teasing motions never stopping. He gasps when your hands start to wander along with your body, lower and lower until you were nestled in between his legs. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from here”.
Shinsou Hitoshi
He’d be into it for sure
Loves the friction, loves the way your clothed sex rubs against his, creating a slow but agonizing pleasure that he can’t wait to feel more of
He loves to see that he can drive you crazy and so do you when he grows more desperate the more you move against him
Let’s be honest, this boy has some sleeping problems, so it wouldn’t surprise me if at some point he asks if he could try something while you were asleep and he was still awake
Now imagine: Somno Scenario
Shinsou and you had been dating for longer now and have tried some pretty pleasant stuff in the bedroom but there was one topic he never touched: somnophilia. You talked about this before with him but he said he would feel bad when you wouldn’t be part of it as well. You told him that you would be okay with it and maybe it would help him fall asleep easier when he had a night plagued with insomnia.
A few nights later Shinsou found himself in exactly that exact predicament. Lying beside you while you were sleeping away peacefully, he couldn’t find rest. Maybe it was also because you told him that you were okay with him potentially doing something. Just thinking about your body in a lewd way was enough to rile him up and right now he can’t help but look at your sleeping form. He started to slowly caress your arms, letting his fingers dance over the exposed skin there before traveling further down to your waist. He could already feel a certain tightness in his PJs as he slipped his hand under your shirt and found soft skin to touch there, trying to hold his moans to a minimum.
It wasn’t quite enough for him so he tried to shift his position and moved closer to you, holding you from behind, his erection pressing against the small of your back. A short gasp escaped him when he slid his leg in between your thighs, feeling your cunt through the light fabric of your pants. Short glances over your shoulder revealed that you were still very much asleep, apart from the small whimper that you let out when he started pushing his knee against your clothed sex. He kept his eyes on you, mouth slightly agape as his hips moved. He managed to suppress a groan when his hard shaft rubbed against your ass, the friction moving his skin up and down was enough to make him shudder in pleasure.
Another small whimper was heard from you, spurring your boyfriend on to press his knee further into your folds. He could feel pleasant wetness coming from them, only adding to the whole sensation.
“Seems like you’re having sweet dreams, kitty.” He murmured against your ear before gently nibbling at it. The friction was driving him insane, he would love to pull down his pants to relieve the pressure but at the same time, he didn’t want to pull away. All he was concentrated on was seeing your expression slowly go from innocent to lewd under his very touch and movements, it was certainly a sight to behold and he was also sure that’d he’d sleep pretty peacefully after this experience.
Tomura Shigaraki
He might get a bit confused at first
He usually doesn’t indulge in intimacy
Since he got preoccupied with taking down Re- Desto and after his victory now is the leader of a new uprising group, you had a hard time catching him for some quality time
when you first initiated something new, Shigaraki doesn’t know what was going on but he gets cheeky about it really fast when you finally managed to pull his eyes away from work and have him focus on you
He loves to tease and degrade you for your behavior and loves to see the desperation in your eyes when he does
His words rile you up easily once you set pleasuring him as your goal
Scenario: Post-war celebration
With the win against Re-Destro, Shigaraki was one step closer to getting what he wanted. Nothing can ever beat the taste of a sweet victory.
Now he’s sitting in his new office in the newly captured mansion, going over some files and mapping out the next movements they were going to make when he suddenly hears a knock on the door. “Seems like you’re the boss here now, eh? How does it feel?”
Shigaraki sighed at your appearance at the door, thank god it was you and not Re-Destro again, he’s seen enough of his face for the day. As you entered, he tried not to give you any kind of special attention, which was hard given the fact that you decided to wear one of your very revealing black dresses. It hugged your body beautifully and you smirked as you approach the table, seeing that Shigaraki already had trouble focusing.
“It was obvious from the start that we would win.” He dismissed, gripping his pen a little too hard.
“Oh is that so? Well, I think you still forgot one important thing” You said while slowly striding closer to where he was sitting.
Only when you were standing next to him, did you finally manage to make him abandon the papers, his red eyes staring you up and down intently. “And what would that be?”
You could only smirk, lifting your hand to lay on his shoulder, slowly caressing his scarred neck, “Our new leader still needs to receive proper treatment. After such a hard and long battle, it’s only right to spoil the winner, wouldn’t you agree?”
Skigaraki is getting restless, you can see him Start to bounce his leg, “Whatever, now are you just going to talk, or are you going to do something?
"Of course, oh fearless leader.” You gracefully slide onto his lap, arms making their way around his neck.
The leader can’t deny that he loves it when you get submissive like this, perfectly following each order he gives you.
“Well? Get on with it, I don’t have all night.” You let out a small whimper, your hips starting to circle on his thigh. The fact that you were only wearing your dress made it so much easier to press the lips of your pussy against him.
“Someone’s an eager slut tonight.” His words only spurred you on and the lack of intimacy these past months were starting to catch up on both of you.
You look down, Shigaraki is still wearing his new suit, and you can start to see the outline of his twitching cock against the material. A grunt from him was all it took for you to speed up your movements, pressing down against him harder and faster.
“That’s right, my slut, show me how much you need me.” Shigaraki spots your hand traveling down his chest and is quick to slap it away which earns him a whine in return “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.” His hand wanders to your waist, squeezing there to encourage you more.
You obliged, continuing to rub yourself on him, enjoying each hump, each small feeling the friction is creating. “Please…”
“Please what, slut?”
“I-I need you” Your answer drew a small gasp from Shigaraki’s lips, right as he starts to feel what a sloppy mess you became just from humping him.
You lean in, slowly kissing down his scared neck “Please, master” That was enough for Shigaraki to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your knees and in between his legs. The new leader chuckles and removes the hand that is sitting on his face, eyeing you in interest as you sink to your knees.
“Make sure to put that chatty mouth of yours to good use. If you do well, you’ll get the reward you want.”
And how could you ever deny such an offer?
Dabi
He’d be such a tease about it
Eyeing you when you come over to him, grinning when you sit on his lap
Gasping when you start rutting against him
He’ll grab your waist and push you forward and backward, grabbing your ass
Whispering sentences like “Oh, someone’s getting bold there, aren’t you, baby?” or “Getting needy, doll? I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so desperate.” inti your ear
He loves it and he could lose himself over and over in the feelings and sensation
Scenario: Stoned
You were laying on his chest after the war was over, Dabi, now with his original white hair, was still inspecting the new burns he received during the fight. It was all worth it however, seeing his father’s face like this and ruining his honor was everything he wanted. As a celebration, he brought along some weed and offered to smoke it together as a way to calm down and it didn’t take long for the hazy and calm state to take over both of your bodies and for innocent touches and kisses to turn into roaming hands and smoke being exchanged through lips.
At some point you ended up straddling him, checks cupped as you deepened the kiss and lost yourself in those husky blue eyes once you pulled away.
"Someone’s getting pretty eager huh?” Dabi teased as he slapped his hands on your hips.
“Speak for yourself ” you laughed back before a low moan is drawn from you as Dabi pressed against you.
He sits up to lap at your neck, caressing your delicate skin there with a graze of his teeth up to your ear. “Mmh never said I wasn’t, you just look too damn hot on top of me and high off your balls.”
The blush on your cheeks was hot and burning, just like the palms of his hands that he started to heat up. Gradually, you start to move your hips, the fabrics of your clothes starting to rub against each other. Dabi was so generous as to lend you his shirt since he was too hot from the previous battle, now with only his chest and your bottom half exposed, it was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to feel.
“Why don’t we get this off?” you suggested and Dabi wasted no time shuffling his sweatpants down.
Soon his hands were back on you, hot as the breath against your ear. “I want you, baby, ~” He purred, hands sliding up your shirt, grabbing anything in his way he could manage. You captured his lips in another heated kiss, effectively shutting him up and letting your bodies do the talking. With only both of your underwear separating you, Dabi’s got you exactly where he wanted.
The next moments felt like a blur, a hot mess of rubbing fabrics and hungry kisses. Dabi kept you close to himself, rutting up into you as if the clothes weren’t there in the first place, he can’t get enough of the teasing and he loves to watch you fall apart and go in for more. There was not much to say in between the two of you, the feeling of the other enough to make you both needy.
At some point, you stopped your kissing to catch some air, but the movements of your hips or his didn’t falter. You’ve gotten so wet that you could feel your slick run down your thighs and you could see that it makes Dabi growl. His rock-hard cock has found a comfortable way of sliding against the plush lips of your pussy that he could spend forever, although there’s only one more place he’d rather be.
“I think we need to move this somewhere else,” Dabi smirked against your lips. “Or maybe we’ll just stay here since our limbs are so heavy.”
“No, I think you definitely need to move somewhere else.” The third-party voice ripped you out of your little horny bubble and you watched in shock as you saw Spinner standing in the door frame, looking tired and just done getting patched back up himself.
You scrambled to throw anything over you that would provide some sort of shielding, embarrassment setting into your mind despite the relaxing feeling of the weed. “How long have you been standing here?”
“Too long…” He sighs as he wanders off to the couch on the other side of the room, starting up a game.
“Guess, we have to continue this somewhere else, baby” Dabi laughed, and surprisingly, he reluctantly sat up.”I don’t want anyone seeing you with what I’m about to do to you.”
You keened and obediently wrapped your legs around him as he stood up and took you up to his room.
warning:18+ only,mdni,not smut, heavy angst, prostitution, mention of drugs, mention of murder, mention of violence, cigarette use, cheating, mention of breaking in, depictions of corrupt society, bnha war-arc ending spoilers, suggestive, aged up characters
w/c:2.4k
summary: you heard the rumors that heroes loved to pick up “playthings” like you, but you did not expect to the Number One Hero pulling up for you.
a/n: here it is! i had a lot of different media that influenced this! hope you all enjoy!
The streetlamps hung low, dim lights illuminating the trash-filled streets. Mice scurried around on the concrete floor with the pungent smell of sulfur wafting in the area. Clouds covered the star-filled sky, leaving only the moon to dwell and look down upon the earth.
Many people didn’t like talking about the slums of Mustafa. The crime was incredibly high, yet no heroes dared to enter and combat it. It was common to see people strung high, empty needles littering the grounds. It was also common to see bodies of victims, some of them burnt to a crisp thanks to the League of Villains and yakuza organizations.
The League and Yakuza were extremely influential here—thriving on the vulnerability of the community around you. Many people had dealings with them as it was one of the only places that offered fast and good money. Both the League and the yakuza high ranks were cowards, seeing the citizens of the areas as mere pawns for whatever they were planning. Sadly, many of those people would be pushed out to fight bigger heroes only to disappear in cells.
Your back was pressed against the night lamp, exhaling the toxic fumes of the cigarette in your hand. The ambers from the buds glowed before softening as you pushed the cigarette away from your lips, blowing the smoke out. The nicotine renewed your body with little energy, something you needed if you were going to work tonight.
