#midoriya x yn
found you
pairing:midoriya izuku x f!reader
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.
content: implied abuse, injuries, spider-man quirk, best senpai mirio, lovesick izuku
word count: 3.6k
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.”
“Thank you,” Y/N said. “Seriously, Midoriya. Thanks.”
“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.
“Although, I did find you first.”
“Oh, so it’s a competition, is it?”
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more than me
pairing: spider-man!midoriya izuku x reaader
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
word count: 4.1k
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“Oh shi—”
“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.
“So does this make Iida a cockblo—”
“Y/N!”
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[1:48 AM] “Hello?Izuku?”
“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.”
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.
Characters: timeskip! Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou
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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~Prologue~
While fighting you were hit with a quirk that knocked you out immediately, but were you really knocked out? Suddenly you find yourself being thrust into a literal fairytale, only able to wake up once you find your happy ending. After the prologue choose which fairytale you live out and who you live it with!
Fairytale Phenomenon masterlist
Warnings: cursing!!
Word count: 350
It was a dark and stormy night…
Nah, just kidding! It was 8am! Which is way too early to be doing what you’re doing right now!
As if simply existing at this hour wasn’t exhausting enough, you were fighting with all your might, landing hits on your enemy left and right.
Despite your battle success thus far, you weren’t invincible, and that fact was made apparent when you were knocked out by an embarrassingly large hit from someone whose quirk let out a shining ray of light, the last thing you laid eyes on before your vision went dark and you lost consciousness.
Immediately after passing out you found yourself in a dark abyss, the only presence other than yourself the person whose quirk you were under.
Okay what the fuck.
“Welcome Y/N.”
Okay what the FUCK.
“Don’t be shocked! This is simply an effect of my quirk! I’m not even real, and neither is this place! It’s all in your head!”
“So where’s my body?!”
“I’m sure your colleagues will eventually bring you to some sort of medical care, they only think you’re in a coma after all!”
“They’re still fighting and I’m just lying there useless?!”
“Yup!”
Okay. What. The. F U C K.
“Well then how the hell do I wake up?”
“Oh! This part’s fun!” You were quickly losing patience, you didn’t have time for the quirk wielder’s peppy attitude, you needed to get back out there and help your team.
“My quirk is called fairytale: It puts people to sleep until they beat the story it puts them through. You are about to be transported into an alternate reality in which you live out a fairytale! You won’t wake up until you get your happy ending with your prince!”
“With my what?”
“Oh Y/N, I’m in your head, remember? I know all about your little crush!” You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. This is a dream right? A simple delusion? You don’t actually have to live a fairytale?
“Oh! It’s starting! You got lucky, this time it’s-”
A/N: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!! AHHHH!!!! I have so many Disney movies to watch for research ASDMLSKS. Basically this is the universal prologue, then there’s a masterlist which will link each character’s oneshot! There will eventually be a route for all 10 characters I write for! This might take me a while tho, so bear with me here. I’m gonna be pretty busy for about the next month, so the first oneshot may not come out very soon but this idea lives in my mind rent free and I decided to go ahead and write the prologue and post it!!
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