Reader: Gender Neutral
Character:Hitoshi Shinso
Rating: E
Summary:Waking up your boyfriend with a blow job. 
Warning:Smut, Blow Jobs, Morning Blow Jobs
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Your lips were on his cock when you woke up from the haze of sleep. In your sleep riddled mind you had the idea to suck Shinso’s cock to wake him up. 

His cock was hard against his thigh in his underwear. You crawled down under the covers and slowly pulled down his underwear. His cock twitched and he made a small noise in his sleep. 

  “Yum.” You chuckled to yourself. You softly kissed the tip.

You then slowly put your entire mouth on the tip and went down as far as you could go. HIs cock twitch again under the attention you were giving it.

Shinso muttered something but remained asleep as you moved your head further down his cock, deep throating him.

You started to move your head up and down as a sleepy Shinso snored a little bit. You swiped your tongue across the length of his cock as you moved your head up and down.

You continued with your movements, occasionally picking up the pace as you grasped his thighs and worked on him. His cock was hot and heavy against your tongue and throat. 

The thrusts of your mouth were at a moderate pace and you could feel Shinso start to wake up. He groaned a little bit and his eyes opened. He looked really tired per usual as he yawned loudly. 

He felt the course of pleasure in his body as you continued to suck him off.

You looked up at him, and studied his tired expression. He yawned again and let out a shaky yet deep exhale.

  “What are you doing, babe?” He asked sleepily. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and felt pleasure course through his body. 

  “I wanted to wake you the best way I knew how.” You beamed at him. His cock just barely touching your lips. 

He looked at you with a sleepy smile, “Well then, keep going sweetheart.” 

You put your mouth back on the head as you felt a sharp twitch inside of your mouth. You continued your mouth on his cock as you moved your head back and forth. 

Your spit coated his cock and the bottom of your chin. You moved at a feverish pace, feeling more awake as your movements progressed.

  “Shit, babe.” He groaned as he moved his hand down to your hair and yanked on your locks.

  “I got you Hitoshi.” You said with a smile as you went back down on him. Driving him wild with your movements. 

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and his hands go into your hair. He loved the feeling of your mouth around his cock. You were a remarkable sight to behold. He could just keep you like this forever.

Please started to creep up his spine as he got closer to his orgasm, he asked slightly out of breath, “Can I cum in your mouth?”

  “Of course.” You said before you went back to sucking him off. You moved your head faster to get him closer to his orgasm. 

 “That’s it. Fuck.” He groaned as he felt himself on the tip of his orgasm.

A few more sloppy thrusts of your mouth and he came in your mouth with a moan. He gripped your hair as he thrusted up into your mouth as he came. You were just too good to be true. 

When he finished you moved your head from his cock and swallowed, you lazily opened your mouth to showcase that you swallowed it all. 

He groaned and laid his head back onto his pillow, “Fuck I love you.” He said.

You crawled back up to lie beside him.You took his hand in yours and kissed him on the cheek, “I love you too.” 

What a way to wake up. 

Reader: F
Character:Keigo Takami/Hawks
Rating:M 
Summary: Prompt: “First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”
Warning:Manga Spoilers, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort
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The first thing you saw when you entered the hospital room was bandages. All along his body, especially across one side of his face. They said he got burned by Dabi but was rescued by Tokoyami. 

You owed that boy a great debt now. 

You sat beside him at his bedside, you watched his sleeping form with a careful gaze. You took in every inch of bandages skin. It felt like his entire body was burned. You cursed Dabi under your breath for hurting your husband. 

If you could get your hands on him, you’d show him what true fear felt like. But you couldn’t get to him, he was behind layers of metal, sitting in a cell until he went to trial. All you could do now was be there for Keigo.

  “Baby.” You said as you placed a hand carefully on his less injured side of his face. 

His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked at you, “Oh, dove.” After a couple of moments of sleepily looking at you, he woke up a bit more. he realized that you were here, “Dove!”

 “Shh, shh, Keigo. Relax.” You said as you pulled away from him and placed your hands back in your lap. 

The nub remains of his feathers fluttered in excitement which caused him to wince. He couldn’t help it, he was so excited to see you.

You burst into tears at the sight of him. He looked to hurt under all that cloth. Your beloved husband was beaten in battle and almost died. You knew the risks he put himself under all the time, but to see the result of a loss broke your heart.

  “Don’t cry, my dove.” He said softly. 

  “I’m sorry.” You sniffled. 

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.” He said weakly, “Still as beautiful as ever.” 

  “Keigo, shhh. Don’t push yourself too hard.” You hushed. 

He turned his head to look up at the ceiling, “I’ll live through this, just like I do every other time.”

  “Luck will run out at some point.” You remarked.

He reached out for you and touched your hand carefully, “But I’m still here, you’re safe. Dabi has been captured. I’ll heal baby.” 

You sniffled, “You’re so hurt.” 

Keigo looked back at you and said, “Don’t cry. Please my dove, don’t cry for me.” 

You wiped your eyes with the heel of your free hand and exhaled deeply, “I know. I know you’re alive and the injuries could be worse. But it still breaks my heart to see you like this. Your wings are gone.” 

  “They’ll grow back, they just need time.” He yawned,”Everything will be fine.” 

  “I hope so.” 

  “I know so.” He said cheekily with another yawn. He continued to hold your hand as he started to drift off to sleep again. 

You watched his hurt body. The stark white of the bandages across what felt like miles of burned skin. He was alive and you hoped his recovery would go smoothly. 

And all you could do was hope. 

chicken bake

pairing:togata mirio x reader

synopsis: y/n is the designated grocery shopper in the y/n-tamaki-nejire apartment, and they do not mind one bit if it means seeing the cute costco worker every time they go and getting their favorite food every time.

content:costco worker mirio, swimmer mirio, college au, roomies nejire and tamaki, clueless y/n, y/n can drive yes they can!!, smiley mirio, me and my left up to interpretation endings

word count: 2.5k

a/n:this is entirely self indulgent and came to me in a grocery store parking lot as i was eating my costco chicken bake bc i get one almost every time i go to costco and im scared the cute worker will start to recognize me so here this is lsjfklasjdlkfjsdlkfj. is this a crack fic??? have i finally written one? who knows. this is so niche ong asdklfjsadlfss also this is my 100th post!!!!!

It’s been three months since Y/N accepted their role as the Costco card holder, and they had gone to said store a total of eight times. Eight.

Y/N blamed their roommates. Nejire has so much hair that she loves to take care of, and she sends Y/N on shampoo runs routinely. Tamaki likes the snacks they have, and Y/N finds it very hard to say no to him when he willingly does their share of the chores whenever Y/N goes on Costco runs.

And Nejire always makes breakfast for them, so Y/N feels obligated to do much of the shopping for the three of them. They don’t really mind—going on errands by themselves feels oddly therapeutic. They always go an hour before closing time, since that’s when their shift at the student center on campus ends.

Today’s trip is on a Friday, and Y/N feels almost embarrassed to push by people to get to the food court.

They’d ordered their usual chicken bake, plus ice creams for the kids (Nejire and Tamaki). They carefully glanced at each of the workers, fearing for the familiar friendly face that always seemed to be there whenever Y/N had a Costco run.

They didn’t know his name, because each time he wore a different one. They’d noticed all of the food court workers did that—interchanged name tags, sometimes right in front of customers. Y/N thought it was funny.

“Number 242! Number 242!”

Damn.

Y/N plastered a smile onto their face (completely genuine, despite their previous thoughts). Today the blond guy’s name was “Oliver.” He smiled as he handed Y/N their chicken bake and pushed forward the ice creams. “Have a nice day!”

“Thanks, you too!” Y/N hurried away back to their cart and began to speed walk toward the exit. It was ridiculous, really. A crush on someone they rarely saw. But every interaction left them with their heart fluttering. And they hadn’t had a crush in a while. It was nice to feel like that again.

“Back already!” Nejire cheered when Y/N knocked on the apartment door, taking her ice cream out of Y/N’s hands and giving them a very wet kiss on the cheek, which both Y/N and Tamaki cringe at. Nejire just laughs, going back to her spot on the couch, where she has set up her study station and has multiple papers strewn all over the coffee table in front of her. She carefully set down her ice cream before heading out the door to help unload the groceries. Tamaki thanked Y/N for his ice cream and followed Nejire out the door.

They lived on the first floor of the building, so grocery shopping is never followed by the dread of hauling everything upstairs. Nejire’s green car is also the perfect size for Costco runs, and Y/N loves driving it—another reason they are not so mad about being the designated errand-person.

After everything is sorted away, Y/N sat down with Tamaki at the small kitchen table to eat their chicken bake as he carefully ate his ice cream. Nejire remained on the couch at her study station, occasionally sighing loudly.

“He was there again,” Y/N said through a mouthful of their chicken bake. Nejire had gotten up to stretch and sauntered over to the table to join them, halfway through her ice cream. She brightens at Y/N’s statement, and Tamaki pauses in his ice cream eating for a second.

“Ooh was he as cute as ever?” Nejire teased. Y/N almost choked on their chicken bake, Tamaki reaching over to pat them on the back, although more in a sympathetic way.

“I regret telling you that I thought he was cute,” Y/N groaned.

“We can ask Mirio to poke around and find out who he is!” Nejire chirped, eating another spoonful of ice cream. “Pretty sure he works at a different Costco, but he could still find out somehow!”

Y/N shook their head. “It’s just a crush.”

And that was that until their next Costco run, a few weeks later.

This time he was named “Haru.” And he struck up a conversation, since Y/N was the only one at the food court.

They’d gone early that day, since it was a Saturday and they wanted to beat the rush of other shoppers. They’d been the first on in the store, and apparently everyone else was still shopping, because they were also the first food court order.

“Busy day?” He asked, leaning on the counter in front of him, leaning his chin into his hand. Ridiculously pretty smile on his face. God Y/N was whipped.

“Not much after this,” Y/N replied, fiddling with their receipt. He hummed in acknowledgement, straightening when their coworker started placing the finished food on the appropriate racks.

“Here you go!” He handed them their chicken bake. “No ice cream today?”

“No, not today,” Y/N said, setting their chicken bake carefully onto their cart. They felt like they shouldn’t walk away just yet.

“Well, see you,” he said after a pause. Y/N waved goodbye before walking away, hearing the other food court worker shout something at the guy, who quickly shushed her. Y/N glanced curiously back to see him looking at them, and then quickly duck below the counter. The other worker gave Y/N a little wave, which Y/N slowly returned before rushing out of the store.

They thought about it the entire ride home, naturally. They unloaded the groceries with Tamaki, who was the only one at the apartment since Nejire was working. Since he was so quiet they unloaded in silence, although he did look as though he wanted to ask if something was wrong. He settled for offering to make them a smoothie to eat with their chicken bake, and Y/N brightened considerably.

“Yo, Mirio!”

“Hey Nejire!”

He hopped into her car with ease, buckling up as she sped out of the Costco parking lots. She’d offered him a ride back to his dorm, since she had told him she was studying at a nearby Starbucks after she’d gotten off her own shift at her job.

“How’s work?” Nejire asked as she drove, reaching over to take a sip of her drink while steering with the other hand expertly. Mirio had long stopped worrying about Nejire’s driving habits. She’d gotten a perfect score on her driver’s exams, and had successfully avoided three car crashes. Plus her car was ridiculously cute and well kept, and Mirio knew she’d never dare the risk of wrecking it.

“It’s good,” Mirio replied, shifting in his seat.

“That’s good! Roomie Y/N went grocery shopping there today,” Nejire said. “They always see this cute dude working there, but they’re too shy to say anything, bless their adorable little heart.”

Y/N. Nejire and Tamai often speak of them, and despite having mutual friends, he’s never met them. He knows they’d like them, by what he’s heard. Every time he hangs out with Nejire and Tamaki, Y/N is always busy working or has extra curriculars. Which he understands all too well.

“And how’s swimming going, Mirio? Got yourself a date yet? I’ve heard people thirst over swimmers all the time, how are you not dating anyone? Is it your hair? I can cut it for you!”

They fell into an easy conversation after that. Nejire was always easy to talk to, and Mirio felt terrible that he didn’t hang out with her and Tamaki as much as he used to. It was bad enough that he couldn’t room with them, since he had to live with the other athletes on campus. But swim and work took up all of the free time he had. The rest was filled with homework and classes.

“Bye Mirio! Hand out with us soon, you still have to meet Y/N!” Mirio thanked her for the ride and climbed out of the car, noticing a stray receipt that fell to the ground as he shut the door. He picked it up and turned around to give it back to Nejire only to see she was already driving down the street and rounding the corner.

On his walk over he glanced at the receipt, curious.

It was a Costco receipt, which Mirio figured Y/N must’ve left in Nejire’s car by accident after their trip to the store. As he made his way into his own dorm room, he was about to drop the receipt onto his dresser when he noticed the address.

It was his Costco.

He almost screamed in shock but refrained from doing so, afraid he’d scare the new freshman who lived on the same floor as him.

There was no way. Right? Yeah. No way. Right?

He collapsed onto his bed, trying to remember everything he knew about Y/N from Nejire and Tamaki. They worked at the student center, were a great roommate, and had an odd oddication to Costco food court items.

Oh.OH.

He refrained from calling Nejire. It could all just be a coincidence. No one besides his coworker, Yuyu, knew about his crush on the frequent customer. Mirio had learned Y/N’s name after their third visit, when he’d sneaked a peak at their name on the receipt they presented him. Yuyu had teased him about it, and continued to do so—including today. He’d been so embarrassed when Y/N caught him staring that he dropped to the ground, and Yuyu had laughed at him the rest of the day.

With horror, Mirio realized Yuyu was literally Nejire’s best friend. But she’d kept true to her word and hadn’t told anyone about his crush. Otherwise Nejire would’ve been teasing Mirio about it, too.

He has practice the rest of the weekend, and his free time is spent getting ahead on assignments, so he has little time to dwell on it. But the time he has had he has spent analyzing his entire situation.

Y/N, Nejire and Tamaki’s beloved roommate, famous for their costco food court addiction. Never met Mirio. Nejire and Tamaki had never mentioned the Costco they frequented had been the one he worked at, and he had concluded that they simply didn’t know about that particular detail. The more he thought of it, the more he was convinced that they were the same person.

So on Monday, after his classes, he rushed to the student center. He did have an essay to print, so he wasn’t just going to find out if this was all an odd coincidence. He normally borrowed Tenya’s printer, since they lived on the same floor, but he decided to leave his underclassmen alone for the day and use the printers in the student center.

He made it to the computers, glancing around every which way. There were a few students sitting at the reception desks on the other side of the room, near the printers. But no Y/N.

“Hello, Mirio-senpai!”

“Oh, Izuku!”

His teammate settled down into the chair beside him, logging onto the computer. “Is Tenya out of ink?”

Izuku nodded, smiling to himself. “He was very upset about it. He ran straight to the store to buy some more, so I’m using the student center printers today.”

Mirio momentarily forgot about his original intent to be here and talked with Izuku about how he was liking college. The kid was super enthusiastic about it, rambling about how cool his classes were and how he loved swimming with everyone on the team. They both printed their essays and were about to leave when Mirio heard someone say something behind him.

“Have a good night, Y/N!”

“Thanks!”

He whirled around wildly, startling Izuku, who was about to reach to open the door. But no matter where Mirio looked, he didn’t see anyone. He ushered Izuku out the door, deciding he was in the mood for some off campus food.

“Dinner is on me, Izuku!”

“Really? Thanks so much!”

Y/N loved their job. It was relatively easy, and they had a lot of time to do their own homework while on the clock. Plus, free access to the printers and occasional snacks the student center offered sometimes.

They were getting ready to clock out when they noticed a blond guy walk into the center, and their heart stopped.

It was Costco-man.

Y/N went into a panic, sitting back down heard at the front desk and sliding down so their face was hidden. A little while later, they heard someone greet someone else, and Y/N was almost sure they heard the name “Mirio.”

It took them two seconds to connect the dots.

They packed up, mind whirling with speculations and then confirmations of their now greatest fear. Nejire and Tamaki must’ve not known, assuming Y/N went to a different Costco or that Mirio worked at a different one. Nejire was busy all the time, and Tamaki was too, so the miscommunication was understandable.

They said goodbye to their coworkers and slipped out the back, sighing in relief at their close call.

“Ah, Y/N-san!”

Y/N turned toward the familiar voice, a smile already on their face. Izuku was a part time worker at the student center, too, and they thought they’d heard him earlier. He was a sweet kid, and Y/N had been tasked with showing him the ropes of the job and had basically taken him in under their wing.

And just their luck, he was standing next to Mirio. Costco-man.

Izuku’s bright smile was not enough to blind Y/N from Mirio’s bewildered look, which quickly switched to a growing smile that Y/N hesitantly returned.

“Hi, Izuku,” Y/N greeted, stopping just in front of the pair. “How’s it going?”

Izuku had a glint in his eye Y/N had seen once before, when he had been tasked with reorganizing the filing system and had ended up making it much better than it had been before.

“Actually, I’m quite busy!” he chirped, making Mirio quickly turn his head to look at him in barely concealed surprise. Izuku ignored him. “I’ve got to run, enjoy your dinner, Mirio-senpai! See you tomorrow, Y/N!” And he sprinted away, as though afraid they’d chase after him.

“So,” Mirio smiled, his cheeks tinted pink. “Y/N.”

“Mirio,” Y/N smiled back. “Nice to know your real name.”

He laughed, falling into step beside them as they continued walking idly with no particular destination in mind, rushing back to the apartment long forgotten.

“I was heading to dinner off campus, want to come with?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Sure.”

“Eh? What is this?” Nejire motioned between the two of them, eyebrows furrowed. Tamaki peaked from behind her curiously.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, turning towards their roommates. They’d just greeted Mirio with a hug after the other two had invited him to their apartment for a get together so that he could “finally” meet Y/N.

“You know each other?” Nejire asked.

“Well, you see—”

“OH MY GOD!” she gasped in sudden understanding, her eyes glancing between the two of them quickly. Mirio had just finished a shift at work and had brought them all ice creams, which Nejire wordlessly was now pointing at on the table in shock.

“Nejire—”

“Oh my god.”

“Tamaki!”

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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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Equal…pt. 1 - BakuKami x Reader

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1355 words

Warnings: self doubt and worth, mild angst, unintentional hurtful comments.

+ Equality is majorly important in relationships. Bakugo and Kaminari always tried to make sure you felt equal even though you joined the relationship later and it makes you love them even more. Sometimes though you can’t help but think otherwise. Unintentionally, they raise the doubts in you. It isn’t until one catastrophic day that everything snowballs and you let those doubts win.

I joined the relationship late. Bakugo and Kaminari were already in a relationship for a while when I joined. Though their relationship was the last thing everyone and even themselves expected, they were a strong couple. Everyone was even more shocked when Kami revealed the news that the 3 of us were together.

So, I was still sometimes feeling like I’m gaining my footing or finding my place in the relationship. I feel like I don’t belong sometimes but the boys always seem to push those doubts away. Well most of those doubts away. I get to see a side to the boys that noone else does. A soft and sweetest Bakugo with the natural goofy Kaminari that isn’t afraid to show when he is feeling down.

“I am starving!” I yelled out as Tsu, Sato, Shoji, and I walked into the dorms.

“Agreed.” Tsu laughed and quickly slipped into the kitchen after changing out of her shoes. I chuckled and put on my slippers. I looked around and searched for my two boys.

“They disappeared a while ago.” Tokoyami said from the couch. I sat on the arm next to him while Shoji sat close on his otherside. “They were in the kitchen before slipping upstairs.”

“Thanks, Yami.” Tsu came back and handed me an orange before plopping on the floor in front of the boys. “Thanks Tsu. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye.” I trotted up the stairs and checked Kami’s room first. They weren’t there so I went to Bakugo’s.

I softly knocked but the sound of a movie or something told me they wouldn’t hear. I slipped in and saw a dark room illuminated by Bakugo’s laptop. I walked in but froze when I saw Kami and Bakugo deep in conversation. They were in each other’s arms and speaking softly to each other. It was times like these, where they were so close and soft with one another, did I feel like I was intruding on the relationship. I went to step back out.

“Baby?” I heard Bakugo call a little shocked and confused. I looked at them and smiled. “Shit, I forgot you were going to be back this early.” His statement sent a small ache through me. Were they talking about or doing something they didn’t want me to be a part of. “I would have made more food for all of us.”

“We’re sorry.” Kami apologized. My eyes caught sight of the empty bowls on Baku’s desk. Relief filled me a little.

“Oh that’s okay. I’ll get something a little bit later.”

“Are you sure? I can go make something real quick.” He went to get up but I shook my head.

“Yes I’m sure.” I walked to the bed and Kami quickly snatched me, pulling me down between them. “Eep!”

“Careful Spark plug.” Bakugo growled but wrapped his arms around us nonetheless.

“He he. Sorry!” He snuggled up against me, squishing me between the two.

*Time Skip *

Today had been a long one and I just wanted to lay down to nap. I trudged up the stairs to the front door. I silently made my way in, through the common room, and went to go to my room. I decided at the last second to go to Kami’s room. I didn’t even think to knock so when I walked in, I was met with screaming.

“What?! Hey!” Kami squealed. He quickly covered something up.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Bakugo snapped. I paused and looked at them shocked. I gulped and took a step back at the defensiveness.

“I, I, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… I’m sorry.” I stuttered. They’re gazes softened as they looked me over. They shared a look and I went to leave. I just grab the door knob when Kami darted forward.

“Wait baby. Don’t go.” Kami gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug. I went stiff before hugging back. “Just let us get this all put away and we can cuddle. I can tell you’re completely worn out.”

“Yeah.” I whispered. I heard Bakugo moving throughout the room as Kami held me. My thoughts were turning back to my doubts. Did they really see me as their equal in the relationship? Did they even really want me? I started to sniffle when Bakugo spoke up.

“Alright dumbasses. Get over here.” Kami guided me over and Bakugo pulled me into his lap and laid us down. I was out in no time flat.

*Another Time Skip*

It was a rare Saturday that Kami and I had gotten Bakugo to actually have a lazy day with us. I was lounging on a bean bag Kami had gotten while he was sprawled out on his bed. Bakugo was at the table complaining under his breath. It caused me to giggle.

“Come on, Blasty! You can’t complain all day.” I teased. He gave me a side eye.

“They’re right, Kacchan.” I got up and sat on Bakugo’s lap. His hands found my waist and I dipped my head to kiss him gently. He leant into me and I felt him loosen up.

“It’s okay to be lazy and take a break every now and again.” I whispered. He groaned and let his head fall back. I laughed out loud. I was surprised I didn’t hear Kami laughing or complaining where his kiss was. I looked over and saw him glued to his phone. “You’ve been glued to your phone for most of the day. What’s got you so distracted?”

“Oh nothing really. Hey Blasty, I need to talk to you real quick.” He got up from the bed.

“What is it, Spark Plug?” He looked at Kami.

“Privately.” Kami urged. A rock settled in my stomach Bakugo nodded and lifted me from his lap. He stood up and Kami came over to kiss me. It was a hungry kiss and I tried to chase him when he pulled away. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay…” I watched as they left the room.

I stayed there kneeling before plopping down on my side on the floor. I sighed and looked around the room. I got up and poked around his desk. I remembered the thing that they were working on when I walked in the other day and they freaked. I looked at the closet and went to peek. I was just about to see inside when the door slammed shut.

“Hey!” Bakugo snapped. I stumbled back and saw him seething. “Stay out of there! You can’t just go around and poking through Kaminari’s Shit.”

“Bakugo…” Kami looked at him then me. I started trembling at Bakugo’s tone.

“Why can’t you stay out of anything. God, you’re so annoying.” I gasped at his words. I tried to find something to say when Bakugo proceeded to look in the closet. He could go through Kaminari’s things but not me? My fears were starting to plague my mind and I started to cry when I came to a realization. I wasn’t equal…

“Bakugo…” Kami spoke up. He was watching me with somber, panicked eyes.

“What!” He turned and glared at him before following his gaze to me. His face dropped. “Baby…”

“I knew it.” I sniffled, wrapping my arms around my stomach. “I should have known.” Clenching my teeth before I laughed humorlessly, refusing to look at them. “I’m not equal in this relationship. You guys don’t see me the same way you see each other. Damn, I’m so stupid.”

“Baby… no…”

“L/N…”

“I'm…I’m gonna go.” I wiped at my face furiously. “You two can go back to the way you were before I came. Just forget… forget this ever happened.” I darted for the door, running past them.

“No! Wait!” Kami tried to grab me but I was too quick.

“Y/N!” Bakugo exclaimed. He almost sounded desperate but he was probably just relieved. I ran as fast as I could and ran from the building, needing to be away from everyone and everything for awhile. I didn’t get far before I ran into someone. “Umph!”

“Crap.” I was falling back until a black shadow wrapped around me. I looked through my tears and saw Dark Shadow. “Are you alright, L/N?” I looked at Tokoyami and just shook my head.

“No.” I collapsed into his chest and sobbed.

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Shouldn’t You Be with Them?

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MHA Headcanon

Getting upset with the partner after basically being ignored and/or forgotten.

Featuring: Iida Tenya, Aizawa Shota, Amajiki Tamaki, Hawks, Dabi, & Shigaraki Tomura

Warnings: Arguments, accusations, feelings against partners, angsty

Iida: I sat at my desk working on my notes for an Upcoming Math test. Every now and again I would look towards the door. Iida was supposed to help me but he had yet to show up.

“I think he bailed again.” I muttered under my breath. I set down my pencil and leaned back. I ran my hands through my hair, brushing out the knots I found.

I pulled myself back to my desk. I stared at the numbers on the page. My gaze drifted to the door before going to my phone. I grabbed it and pulled up Iida’s contact. I pressed the call button and let it ring. I almost gave up when he finally answered.

“I’m Sorry for not answering sooner, darling. I was speaking Yaoyorozu.” My heart panged a little at her name.

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” I asked.

“Nothing too Major. We were taking a short break. We were discussing some class activities and the responsibility schedule for the next month before bringing it to Aizawa-sensei.”

“O-Oh, um,…” I bit my thumb nail, completely deflating.

“Is something wrong, darling?” I panicked.

“Oh no! I just hadn’t seen you since the end of the day, so I was a little worried is all.”

“Oh, alright. Are you sure that’s all?”

“Yeah. I hope your planning goes well. Talk to you later.” I hung up the phone. I stared down at my notebook, thinking of all the times this same scenario has played out. I only forced myself out of my head when I registered the few drops on my paper.

Sometime later, I ventured out to go get some dinner. I hung out with Kaminari and Sero as I ate. I was heading back up when Iida and Momo came in.

“Darling, it’s lovely to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.” I went to pass him when he stopped me.

“Is everything alright? You seem off and sounded so on the Phone.” I tried to brush him off but he persisted. I sighed and pulled him to the side.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?”

“I-I-I don’t understand. What …”

“I mean I get you made a commitment to your role as Class Prez but… I thought you had made a commitment to me too.” I said quietly. “So, shouldn’t you be with Momo or Deku or Aizawa to fulfill your responsibilities?” I choked ofthe question. I quickly turned and walked always, muttering. “Since that is all you seem to do.”

Aizawa: Everyone knows how Shota is. Every chance he gets, he will take a nap. Yamada even warned me when Shota and I started dating about it. Now we are living together and it’s only slightly different. He stays awake but is very mellow. He also always has a cat with him.

“I’m home, love.” I heard him coming from the front hall. “Where are you?”

“Laundry room.” I called back. I caught onto the neary silent footsteps coming close. I felt him wrap his arms around me from behind. “Hi.” I kissed his cheek.

“Hi.” He rested his head on my shoulder. I continued to sort the laundry. We stood in silence for a little bit. I happened to look down and saw one of our cats sitting there rubbing his head on Sho’s leg.

“Okay. You should go take a bath. Relax.” He nodded. We went to walk out and I saw his shirt and capture weapon were filthy. “Hold on.” I flicked my hand and pulled the clothes off. They flew into my hand. “Thank you.”

“Welcome.” He walked out.

A little while later, I walked into our room and heard Shota mumbling. I peeked in and saw him petting the cats. He was mindlessly talking to them as he sat in the bath. I shook my head amused and moved on.

I was in the kitchen when he came out. I looked at him and choked on my drink, laughing at the cat that was on his shoulder. I gave him a questioning look but he just shrugged. I just continued to make dinner. It was after dinner when he finally came to me.

“I’m exhausted.” I was sitting on the couch with my legs across the cushions. He laid down next to them and cuddled into my stomach. I looked around and surprisingly didn’t see a cat.

“Shouldn’t you be with one of the cats? I mean you have been with them since you got home.” I teased. I began to massage his head. He just gave me a half-hearted annoyed look before dropping his head back down.

We sat there cuddling as I read a book, both hands rubbing his back and head. It was not long before I felt his breathing start to even out. That was until one of the cats jumped onto his back. I laughed as he groaned but he fell asleep nonetheless with a cat sleeping on his back.

Amajiki: Class 3-A was having a Senior picnic of sorts. The whole day had activities to do or you just relax. It was basically a last hooray for us students before graduation. I had got pulled away by a few of my friends right off the bat.

“I want to go to the photo booth!” I laughed as my friend dragged me off. We did a few things until taking a small break.

“Hey, Y/N.” I turned and saw Tamaki.

“Tama!” I hugged him tight before giving him a swift kiss. He held me tight.

“Are you having fun?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, are you? How long have you been here?”

“Only for a little bit.” He said. He looked around admiring the decor. “Want to…”

“L/N! Come on, we’re going to bob for apples.” I turned and saw my friends waving me over. I looked back at Tamaki. He gave me a smile and motioned for me to go.

“Are you sure?” I ask. He nodded and pushed me by the hips to go. “I promise we’ll get some time for us in a little while.”

“Alright.”

Periodically throughout the day, you had seen Tamaki. A few times he went to see you and your friends drug you away. Other times you tried to go to him but your friends wouldn’t let you go so easily. It was starting to really irk Me. By the time I got to go to do anything with Tama it was getting dark.

3rd pov

Tamaki watched as Y/N ran around with their friends. At first he was okay but as the day drew on, he became more aggravated. He waited for them to come back but they never did. Even Mirio and Nej noticed the boy was acting strangely. so when night fell and they saw Y/N heading their way, they left.

Y/N’s POV

“Alright, I’m going to go spend some time with Tama. See you guys later. They all said goodbye and I walked over to said boy. I saw Mirio and Nej walk away.

"Bye buddy.” Mirio called.

“Tama!” He looked up at me before away. I kept trying to talk to him but he kept ignoring me. “Tama?” I could see by the way he was sitting he was annoyed. I went to touch him but he jumped away before snapping.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?” He snapped, turning back towards me and pointing at the group. I jumped back shocked. “You’ve spent most of the day with them, why not finish it too?” His voice cracked. I stared at him, spooked by his unusual behavior. He stormed off.

“L/N?” Is everything alright?“ I jumped at the hand on my shoulder.

” Uh, yeah, actually I’m not feeling very well. I’m just going to go back to my dorm. Bye.“ I quickly left before anyone saw me cry.

Hawks: I walked around the empty penthouse trying to figure out what to do until my friends called. My office was shut down for the week due to deep cleaning and inspections. Although I still have worked remotely. A few of my coworkers and I have gone out most evenings though. Hawks usually works late so I never lose the time I get to spend with him.

"Come On, I’m getting stir Crazy.” I muttered checking my phone for the hundredth time. As if by magic it went off with the text I was waiting on. I quickly got ready and left.

3rd POV

Hawks flew through the sky, eager to get home to his partner. In the back of his mind a thought nagged at him but he ignored it. He landed on the balcony and Slipped inside.

“Baby!” He ran his fingers through his hair to get out the knots and shrugged off his jacket. When he got no response he sighed.

He walked through the apartment and found no one. He didn’t find a note or anything. His wings fluttered and tensed in irritation. He sat at a barstool and calmed himself down.

The urge to go and see if they’re Okay was strong but he didn’t.

“Unbelievable.” He muttered. “Could have at least given me a heads up. Plus this is the third time this week.” He got up and made dinner for himself. A few hours passed before he heard the door. He was sitting on the couch on his tablet and didn’t ever look at them.

Y/N’s PoV

“Hey honey!” I chirped. He didn’t react which struck me as odd. “Keigo? Are you alright?”

“Fine.” He said curtly. My confusion grew. I walked around the couch and sat next to him. He still wouldn’t look at me.

“Keigo…” I went to touch his hand but he pulled it away.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?” He nearly growled.

“Who?” I almost didn’t want to ask.

“Whoever you’re going out with every evening! I’ve come home early for the past week for you to only find you’re not here.” He stood with his back to me. “So shouldn’t you be with them?” He stormed into our room, slamming the door.

Dabi: You had been waiting at the street corner, shivering, that Dabi had suggested. You had been standing there for nearly an hour & a half before walking the couple of blocks to the LOV bar. You were upset because Dabi had PROMISED but it turns out his word is shit.

“And you have a stick in your ass!” I paused at the first statement I heard coming through the door. I moved farther inside just in time to hear Shiggy’s reply. I tried to shake off the cold but still could feel the chill. Normally I would ask Dabi to help me warm up.

“Oh yeah? At least I have some self respect unlike your burned bacon ass!” I chuckled slightly but remembered why I was here in the first place. I leant against the far wall staring at the two. Dabi must have felt my stare because he looked my way.

“What are you standing over there for? You look like a creep.” He snorts before going back to arguing with Shiggy. I stared at him agape for a minute before scoffing. I looked off to the side in disbelief at the Man.

“Some promise…” I grumbled. Dabi had promised that we would have the night to ourselves no LOV but here we are. I should have known this is how this would go.

“Come have a drink, babe!” Dabi held up a beer before taking a swig. I rolled my eyes and pushed off the wall. I walked through the bar and he smiled. He went to wrap an arm around me but I shoved it away. I walked on past and into the back towards the bedrooms. “Hey!”

“Hiya Y/N!” Toga skipped up to me with her crazy smile. Normally, I would stop to talk but I wasn’t in the mood.

“Hi. Bye.” I walked past her and up the stairs to Dabi’s room. His room had the minimum since he didn’t stay here 24/7 like most.

I closed the door and sat on the bed. I wrapped my cold hands in the blanket. I would have just left but I needed to warm up. It took at least ten minutes before I could feel my fingertips. It took another ten to feel completely warm. The door opened not long after that.

“There you are.” Dabi walked in. I looked at him with no emotion. He cocked his head to the side watching me with curiosity in his eyes. “Why are you cooped up in here when…”

“Shouldn’t you be with them down there?” I interrupted him. He narrowed his eyes on me. I got up from the bed in a huff. “It’s not like there’s any reason for you not to be with them tonight.”

“What are you getting at?” He growled.

“Nothing at all. See ya later, Dabi.” I said while rounded around him and out the door. I pulled my coat tighter around me as I walked outside.

“Y/N!” I heard Dabi yell from the bar door. I just shook my head and walked home.

Shiggy: The crisp night beach air usually is normally an instant soother for me. Tonight though, I could barely ever catch a whiff of the salty air. I was leaning against a fence a good ways away from the beach. I was walking for Shiggy to come and take a midnight walk with me.

“Where are you?” I asked out loud. I looked up and down the street trying to find the familiar, lanky form coming my way. I looked up at a public clock and read 1:30am. I sighed angrily pushing off the fence.

I looked in the direction of the beach longingly before walking back to the hideout in a huff. Even though we were both villains, we liked to do some normal coupley things. We may have to adjust so we Weren’t caught but it worked.

“If he’s here doing something stupid…” I muttered as I walked in. I bypassed everyone in search of my boyfriend. I searched and eventually heard him yelling from his room. I waved towards him and saw the door open.

“You motherfucker!” I heard his raspy voice yell. I peered in and saw him sitting there with his headset on and Game controller in his hand. From the scattered mess of wrappers, food bags, and drinks, I knew he had been there for a while.

“Seriously?” I asked out loud, annoyed. I went unheard which just made me more mad. I thought about storming in and yelling at him but chose to just leave.

It’s a couple of days before I come back. I needed time to calm down. I was still mad mind you but I didn’t think I would blow up like that bratty UA student. I was sitting at the bar with Dabi when Shigaraki came back from somewhere.

“Well look who showed up.” He said. I just looked at him before turning back to Dabi. I ignored him, causing Dabi to laugh. He keeps trying to talk to me, irritating me beyond no end.

“Shouldn’t you be with your precious video games? I mean they are your escape.” I snapped at him and whipped around to look at him. His red eyes narrowed at me and glared.

“Who shit in your wheaties?” He snarled. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him. “Where are you going?” I glared at the clock and chuckled at the irony.

“Midnight walk.” I shot back and slammed the door behind me.

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Take Responsibility - Denki

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• Pro-Hero AU, Denki x GN!Reader
• 1360 Words
• Warnings: Smut, Smut Smut. If you are not 18 or older, please do not read.
• Authors Note: Requests are still OPEN! Refer to guidelines on my blog for rules. This is my birthday present to myself, LOL.

+Denki comes home late one night and is in a certain mood. You wake up to him coming into the room. He crawls into bad with you and proceeds to make a mess of you and himself.

I had fallen asleep early that night. We had been messing around a bit but Denki had to go out on a late mission and told me not to wait up. So I threw on one of his shirts and went to bed. I was woken up by the bedroom door shutting and opened my eyes. I was laying on my stomach and saw the clock read 2:30am.

“Denki?” I called out in a sleepy voice. I pushed up on my elbows slightly, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s me baby…” I felt the bed dip and Denki crawl over me. I turned over to look at him. Once level with my eyes, he leant on his forearm next to my head with his other hand on my waist.

“What…” I went to ask, setting my hand on his chest.

“Sh, baby…” He leant in close, ghosting a breath over my lips before kissing me hungrily. I whimpered underneath him, barely being able to keep up with his pace. His hand lightly traveled down my leg and back up, catching the hem of my (his) shirt with his thumb. He pulled away and I tried to follow his lips.

“Hey!”

“Haha. Soon enough sweet darlin’.” He said. I watched him look me over in the dark. “I love it when you wear my clothes.” He leant down and traced the shirt collar with his tongue. I gasped, arching my back and squirming under him. “Oh, do you like that?”

“Yes!” I tried to pull him into a kiss but he kept his distance. I whined and he just laughed in response. His hand moved back down and traveled between my legs, purposely missing the spot I needed him most. He pushed my thighs apart and slotted his hips between my legs. I could feel his hard length pushing against me.

“What should I do next darling?” He kissed my neck and slowly rolled his hips into mine. My mouth dropped open before I bit my lip.

“Anything, please. Just… touch me, love me, kiss me.” I grabbed onto his neck. He let me pull him down this time. My kiss to him is very needy. I whined against his lips as he rubbed circles into my hips. I bucked up into him and he gasped against my lips.

“Shit baby.” He pulled away as his hips moved against mine. I kissed down his jaw before searching his neck for his sweet spot. He gave a particularly hard thrust when I nibbled just above his collar bone. I attacked that spot and shivered as he moaned.

“Denki, please. I need you.” He pushed up onto his hands, still grinding against me.

“Uh, do you know? I couldn’t tell.” He joked. I hit him in the chest before running my fingers through his hair. I toyed with the black bolt.

“I want you.” I whispered.

“Then you’ll have me.” He smiled. He hooked his thumbs in my underwear before pulling them off. I watched as he pulled off his own clothes. I trailed my eyes down his toned chest until I got to his v-line. He was just about to pull off his briefs.

“Let me…” I sat up and pushed his hands away. He stood up on his knees and I pulled them off. His cock bobbed before standing at attention. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking a long stripe from base to tip.

“Shit” He hissed and I felt him grip my hair. I wrapped my hand around his shaft before slowly pumping him. I teased the tip with my tongue before blowing on it. My head was pulled back roughly. “Now, no teasing.”

“I’m sorry.” I tried to go back to his cock but he instead pushed me down. He lowered himself back down. He kissed me and I felt his fingers at my entrance. I moaned as he slipped two fingers in. I bucked against his hand. “More.”

“Patience baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered. He slowly prepped me adding another finger for a bit before pulling them out completely. He then reached behind my head and came back with a condom.

“Denki, hurry.”

“Impatient tonight?” He asked while slipping it on.

“You’re the one that woke me up and got me all hot and bothered so take responsibility.” I snapped, yanking on his hair. He hissed and dropped down to hover just above me.

“I will then.” He smirked and pushed in in one go.

“Ah, Denki!” I moaned out, my hand finding more purchase in his hair. He grinded his hips slowly against mine while I adjusted to his size. His fingers had nothing on his dick. I gasped and he get his forehead on mine. “Pl-lease.”

“Alright.” He pulled his hips back slightly and pushed forward again. I whined and bucked up into him more. He chuckled and pinned down my hips.

“Denki!” I went to protest but was cut off by a hard thrust. A moan forced it way out of my lungs as he set an ungodly pace. I clutched onto his back, nails scratching his back.

“Dammit Y/N…” He said breathlessly. He angled his thrusts and lifted my hips higher.

“Ah! Denki, right there!” I gasped. He straightened up and I ran my nails down his chest.

“That feel good, baby?” He asked breathlessly. I nodded furiously, basically mewling at the pleasure.

As he went fast and harder, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just moans of his name. I hiked my legs up higher on his waist pulling him closer. I reached up and cupped his cheek. He opened his eyes to meet mine and his were completely clouded with lust. I’m sure mine matched his.

I slightly tugged on his hair and he seemed to get the hint because he dropped down and planted his lips on mine. His hand traveled down and rubbed me slightly. I gasped and tightened around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped against my lips. His hips stuttered before he picked up his pace. The sound of slapping skin, heavy breathing, and muffled moans were filling the room. It wasn’t long until I felt that familiar warmth tightening in my belly.

“I’m close, Denks.” I said, pulling away from his sweet lips.

“Are you know?” He asked. I nodded with a whimper. “Mmm…” Suddenly he tapped my thigh, sending a small voltage through me.

“Denki!” My back arched off the bed.

“God dammit, that was hot! Got to admit I’m close too, babe.” He nipped at my neck and ear. “How about we cum together?”

“Yes.” I nodded furiously.

“Come on then baby…cum with me.” He gave one hard thrust hitting all the right places and I fell over the edge.

“Denki!” I screamed.

“Shit, Y/N!” His hips sputtered before going still, cumming hard. He lightly kissed at my neck, grinding his hips as we both came down. He pushed up and pulled out slowly. I whined from the sensitivity. “I’m sorry baby.” He kisses my chest and tummy before getting up.

“Fuck.” I moved up the bed and laid better on the pillows. “Denki.”

“I’m coming back, my love. Patience.” He called from the other room.

“Okay.” I murmured as I tried to pull the blanket over me slightly. Denks came back with stuff to clean me up. He shushed and cooed at me as I flinched from the sensitivity. He disappeared for a moment before coming back and he hopped into bed with me.

“Damn, you always amaze my baby.” He whispers as he cuddles up to me, burying us in the blankets. I bury my head in his neck and completely relax into his arms.

“I try.” I joked. He chuckles and nuzzles into my hair and breaths in. “Did something happen at work that you needed some relief from?”

“No. Just wanted my darling baby.”

“Okay.” I kissed his collarbone. “But know that I will be getting you back for the teasing later.” I felt him shiver under me and smirked.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said in an excited tone before we both drifted off.

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Misjudged His Teasing - Kirishima

+You and Kiri have been pining after each other for a long time. Kiri had figured out you return his feelings and has been trying to figure out a way to confess to you. His attempt goes terribly wrong and you avoid him at all costs. This tears Kiri apart until the rest of the Bakusquad steps in and forces you two to talk things out.

• 2870 words
• Angst to fluff, Warnings: super makes you want to cry because Kiri is sad.
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• https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Lunar_Manipulation
• https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Solar_Manipulation
• Authors Note: Requests are Still Open!

I sighed as I watched Kiri joking around with the rest of the Bakusquad. I admired the smile that crossed his face and nearly swooned at the sparkle in his eyes. As he looked my way, I snapped out of it and looked away, looking around the room with wandering eyes. I looked back and met his eyes. He smiled and gave a small wave. I waved back. He chuckled before Kaminari ran into him from a push by Bakugo. He caught the yellow haired boy before putting himself between the two.

“Calm down, Bakubro!” He tried to calm the angry blonde. Kaminari slinked away and I turned away from the red head to watch the electric boy slink up behind me.

“I am not going to protect you.” I said looking over my shoulder as he placed himself right behind my back.

“No, I know. Kiri’s already doing that.” He placed his hands on my shoulders before peeking over my shoulder. I looked back as Kiri held Bakugo back from running at Kami. My eyes darted down to his exposed bicep. I watched as his arm flexed from the strain of holding the strong boy back. I tilted my head to the side while staring. “You keep staring like that and he is bound to notice.”

“What!” I nearly screeched, looking back at him. He just smiled, letting go of my shoulders and setting his chin on my shoulder. I felt him cross his arms over his chest before he gave me a smug look. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You literally stare at him all the time and I am seriously surprised you have not been caught. Especially by the man in question.” He mused. I looked between him and the red head who now was laughing and roughhousing with the loud blonde. I sighed and looked down. Kami hummed in smug question.

“Fine. Maybe I do.” I admitted. “But! You say absolutely nothing! Nothing!” I turned around quick. Kami stumbled as he was thrown off balance by my movement away from him. “Promise me, Kami!”

“Well, I mean maybe it would hel…” He smiled while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Kaminari!” I exclaimed. He flinched and threw up his hands in surrender.

“I promise.” He squeaked.

“Hey, you two alright over there?” Kiri called. We turned to see him holding Bakugo in a headlock. He was smiling and had one eyebrow lifted in question. My eyes darted to Kiri’s arm where his bicep was rippling from the strain of holding Bakugo. I gulped and nodded.

“We’re fine!” I threw a glare at the electric blonde. He smirked. I turned back and smiled at the red head.

“Well, actually…” Kami started but I threw my arm out and hit him in the stomach. He gave out a gurgled yelp before falling back and toppling over the back of the couch.

“Like I said, we’re fine.” I chirped as a loud groan echoed behind me. Bakugo burst out laughing as Kiri let him go. I walked past the two as Kami yelled at me. I went to go into the kitchen but turned before entering. I looked back at Kirishima and watched as he helps Kami get up.

3RD POV

Right after Kiri helped the blonde up, his eyes darted to see Y/N’s disappearing figure. He sighed and placed an arm on Kami’s shoulder. He stared off into the distance, thinking about the solar & lunar manipulator. Kaminari groaned out loud.

“Oh My God! I just had this conversation with Y/N! You keep this up and they are going to notice.” He exclaimed.

“And that’s a bad thing?” Kiri looked at his friend with a smirk.

“Right, you know about their feelings.” He muttered before turning back to the red head. “That is not fair on their part, Kiri. They don’t know about your feelings for them yet you’re here knowing about theirs and not doing a thing about it.”

“I know, I know.” He said before he was hit on the back of his head. Kiri groaned as he lurched forward. He turned to see Bakugo standing there with his arm raised, drinking from a water bottle.

“Just tell them you dipshit.” Was all he said before he walked off towards his room. Kiri stood there in shock.

“He’s right Bro. You just need to tell Y/N.” Kami said with a smile before walking to the stairs. In the same moment, Y/N walked out of the kitchen.

“Hey Kiri, you alright? You look kind of, well, you have that look of constipation on your face kind of.” They giggled. The sound made Kiri smile instantly.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” He walked over. “Just a few things on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?” They offered. Kiri was nearly entranced by their gorgeous (e/c) eyes that were filled with worry and care for him.

“Maybe but not right now. It’s getting late.” He said, reaching up and brushing hair back over their shoulder. Y/N’s eyes darted to his hand before looking up at him with bright yet slightly shy eyes. A slight glaze of red went over their cheeks.

“Yeah.” Y/N bit the inside of their cheek. Kiri was all giddy inside and was reeling from their reaction.

“But how about we train together tomorrow after school?” Kiri offered.

“Yes, for sure.” Y/N took a step back. “Night Kiri.”

“Night Y/N.” They disappeared upstairs and Kiri’s legs gave out on him. He fell back over the arm of one of the couches. He smiled uncontrollably. He punched the air in excitement.

“You alright there Kirishima?” He jumped in surprise before rolling off the couch. He stood up and saw Uraraka standing there with as questioning look.

“Yeah, totally fine.” He said little nervously, scratching the back of his neck. She looked at him in worry. He relaxed and gave her a smile. “Really I am. I am just excited.”

“If you’re sure.” She shook her head before going upstairs. Kiri went up to his room and barely was able to go to sleep that night.

The next day was an easy on for once. Aizawa wasn’t as hard on them today, normal classes weren’t too hard, and no villain attacks. Both Kiri and Y/N nearly bolted for the training area they agreed on. They trained quirks on both offense and defense for a few hours before switching off to hand to hand.

Y/N’s POV

“You seem like you’re running down there, L/N. You doing alright?” Kiri gave me a teasing smile. He then ran his tongue out and over his lip. I got distracted by it for a second before shaking my head.

“I’m doing fine. Not running down at all. I think you need your eyes checked.” He laughed before lunging at me. I took a small step back before timing my jump just right. I launched myself over Kiri’s back and used his shoulder as launch pad.

What is didn’t expect was for him to stop short enough to swivel around and shoulder chuck my side on my landing. I went somersaulting before landing on my knees. I looked up at him in surprise.

“What? I’ve been working on it.” He said. “Can’t handle it?”

“You wish.” I crossed my arms. He smirked and held his arms out, waiting. I rolled back in quick and came up with my feet against his chest. I heard him groan before stumbling back. We danced around the mat until Kiri got me slammed up against the padded wall. “Umph!”

“Gotcha.” He said in my ear. I groaned before looking at him. I froze when I realized how close we were. I’m pretty sure my face was already red from the exertion but I felt the blush burn. I met his eyes and he smile wide. I glanced down at his pearly white sharp teeth.

“Um…” I didn’t realize I was staring until his chuckled. I dropped my head and looked away. I mentally kicked myself but froze when he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. He was still smiling and booped my nose.

“Damn you’re cute.” The blushed intensified. I stuttered.

“I am.”

“Mm hmm.” He nodded. He moved in even closer. I had to look up to keep eye contact with him. “You know, I have notices you’re stares and looks on me.

“You have?” I was starting to panic a little bit but also get a little excited. I mean he was standing this close with a smile on his face, had to be good thing right?

“Yep. I have also seen how you act around me. You are laid back, cool minded, and confident around everyone else but around me you get flustered, shy, and sometimes even panicky sometimes. I mean it’s absolutely adorable.” His last statements threw me off. He sounded almost mocking.

“Wait what?” I snapped. I pushed him back. He stumbled and looked at me confused. He went to say something but I held up my hand. “Are you making fun of me?” His confused look changed to panic in a second.

“W-what? No of course not!” He stuttered.

“Yes you are!” I pushed him again and he fell on his ass. He looked up at me in panic. “What? Hate that I’m not playing along? It’s not nice or, or, or manly to play with someone’s feelings! It’s not right to tease me.” Tears were streaming down my face. “You’re not who I thought you were.” I said in a hushed tone before running out of the training area crying.

“Y/N!” I ignored him and kept going.

3rd POV

Kiri watched as they ran away, too shocked and ashamed to fully comprehend what just happened. Once he finally got his ass in gear, he was up and out the door but he was too late.

“Y/N!” He called out in desperation. He ran down the side of the building a bit before stopping altogether. He was breathing heavy and pacing in place, anger at himself growing. He became so pissed off and before he could stop himself he punch the wall, quirk activated. He looked at the cracks and crater. “You are an idiot.” He muttered to himself as the picture of you crying. Just the sight brought tears to his eyes.

Kiri went and gather his and Y/N’s things before making his way back to the dorms. He gathered himself enough to not have anyone ask him questions right now. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. He asks your dorm neighbor to bring your stuff to you before trudging to clean up and hide in his room.

A couple of weeks went by with by with Y/N avoiding Kiri like the plague. He would try to go up to them and explain what he had done, what he really meant but you wouldn’t have any of it. The only time you let him near you was during class training or internship.

He would try to catch you to explain but you would just walk away. There times where he almost broke down in tears watching you walk away. There were times where he actually did. He would go hide in an empty stairwell or a janitor’s closet or where ever he could hide from prying eyes. It tore him up knowing he made you this upset. The rest of the class was starting to catch on to the rift that had fell between you.

They grow especially concerned when Kiri becomes a shell of his former else. He isn’t as cheerful or smilely like normal. He just walks around like a zombie. He doesn’t talk about being manly anymore and even he started to lack in training. What got everyone really, really worried was his eyes grew dull and he got paler.

Everyone else has had enough when he stopped spiking his hair and his black roots started to show and he didn’t even try to hide it. They had tried not to get involved in what ever happened between you two but enough was enough.

“Put me down Bakugo!” I beat on his back as he carried me over his shoulder. I looked at Mina and Kami with narrowed eyes. “What is the meaning of this?”

“We’re worried about Kiri. Whatever happened between you two has really affected him.” Mina said.

“He isn’t himself and we’re even starting to get scared for him. He’s just not our Kirishima anymore.” Kami said with a sad smile and fear in his eyes. I stopped squirming at their words.

“Woah!” I yelped as Bakugo threw me off his shoulder and to my feet.

“Enough is enough! Get in there and fix Shitty hair.” He growled. I could see the worry even in his eyes. Mina opened the door and Bakugo shoved me in. I tumbled to the floor as they slammed the door.

“Real nice guys!” I yelled but whirled around when I heard a surprised whimper. I saw Kiri sitting up in his bed, face riddled with shock.

“Y/N?” He asked in disbelief. I finally actually looked at him for the first time in weeks. I could see why everyone was worried. He was pale, his normal lively eyes were dull, and so much more. I had noticed he was acting different but didn’t realize how much.

“Hi.” I stood up. He jumped up in an energy I haven’t heard from in him in so long. The next thing I knew he was on his knees in front of me, face buried in my stomach. He was holding my legs while crying his eyes out.

“I’m so so sorry. That’s not what I meant at all.” His shaky voice came through muffled. I somehow understood him as he explain what happened, what he really meant by his behavior. I covered my mouth and started crying too at my misjudgment of him. “I was only trying to show my feelings for you.”

“Shit.” I whispered to myself. I started crying harder, my whole body shaking. I felt him still before looking up at me.

“No, no, no!” He cried before pulling me down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his shoulder. “Shit! I’m sorry! Why do I keep screwing up?! I can’t even apologize right. I’m such a…”

“No, Kiri, no!” I stopped him before he could down talk himself anymore. “I’m just upset at myself for jumping to conclusions. I should have known better and not yelled at you like that.”

“Really?” I nodded and cupped his face. I gave him a watery smile. He let out a big breath of relief. He set his forehead on mine.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I should have let you explain.”

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you entirely. I should have just been plain honest with you, not try to be…well, be like Kami and flirt my way through. It wasn’t manly of me.” I chuckled with a big smile.

“There’s my Eijiro Kirishima. The manlest out there.” He smiled before burying his head in my neck, holding my tight. I ran my fingers through his hair and frowned at the sight of his roots. “Hey Ei?”

“Hmm?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“How about we both get cleaned up and then I help you with your hair?” I ask. “Sound good for our first activity as a couple?”

“A couple?” His eyes lit up at the word. I nodded. He shot up with me in his arms. I clung to him as he nodded profusely. I laughed as he held me tight. “Come on, let’s go.”

A little while later we made our way down to the common room hand and hand. Kiri kept nuzzling or kissing my hand, kissing my cheek, and giving me surprise hugs all the way down the four flights of stairs. We finally got to the common room and were greeted by loud hollers and cheers.

“Yes! Finally!” I heard Kaminari scream. We chuckled and made over to the couch where Sero, Kami, Jiro, and Mina sat.

“Hey guys.” Kiri said softly.

“Finally, our shark boy back to normal. Even the red spikey hair.” Mina teased.

“Yeah and I have the red hands to prove it.” I held up my stained red blotched hands. They all laughed.

“Hey shitty hair.” We both looked at the kitchen. Bakugo stood there with a smirk on his face. “Get your ass in the kitchen and eat. You need the energy.”

“Coming Bakugo.” Kiri laughed as Bakugo went back in the kitchen. Kiri brought my hand to his lips. “Caring in his own way.”

“Yeah, he’s a hard one to read but he definitely cares for his friends. Trust me, I got the hint quite well.” I looked at Mina and Kami with raised eyebrows. Kiri looked between me, them, and the kitchen.

“Wait, what did you guys do?” Kiri asked suspiciously. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet.

“Nothing that wasn’t helpful to the situation.” Kami rushed his words out before sharing a look with Mina.

“Bye!” She exclaimed and they both darted for their respective stairs.

“Guys!”

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Don’t Wanna Go -Tamaki

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+You and the Big Three are invited to a party. Mirio and Nejiere were going and so were you. You were still trying to convince Tamaki though. Eventually you relent and go to leave. You didn’t mean for him to hear it but he heard you mutter, “I don’t wanna go without you.” He grows guilty before Mustering up the courage to show up.

I finished adjusting my (skirt/dress parts) and walked over to my boyfriend. He looked up from his tablet and Smiled at me. I twirled for him before holding out my hands in silent question.

“You look very cute, bunny.” He said sweetly. I bounced in glee before going over to him. He set his hand on my waist as I leant down to peck his lips. His fingers played with the accent pieces on my waist. “I hope you have fun tonight.”

“Thank you.” I said. I went to brush my hair out one last time. “Are you sure you won’t Come?” I sat down next to him. He poked down the sleeves of his sweater over his hands.

“No.” He shook his head. My shoulders slumped and a pout came across my face.

“Please?” I asked cutely. I saw the ghost of a smile but he shook his head again. I pouted more before laying my head in his lap. His fingers immediately found purchase in my hair.

“Sorry.” He said.

“No, don’t be.” I looked up at him. I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over his cheek. “I know you don’t like big crowds. I won’t make you do something you don’t like.”

“Thank you bunny.” He pecked my forehead. He looked back at his tablet, pushing his hair behind his ear. “It’s getting close to time. You better get moving.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. ” I got up and turned to kiss him. I went to pull away but he kept me in place. “Tama…” I giggled against his lips. He pulled away finally with a blush. I walked towards the door grabbing my shoes on the way.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun. Mirio and Nejire Will be there so you’ll still have company.”

“You’re right. I’ll see you afterwards.” I said waving. I turned to the door and silently sighed. “But I don’t want to go without you.” I mumbled.

3rd POV

Tamaki’s shoulders slumped as he heard the wards leave their lips. He knew they didn’t mean for him to hear it but he had. He sat there for a while feeling bad about this situation. He was taken out of his bubble by a text from Mirio.

They’re so cute but they’re missing you. Attached was a pic of you. You were talking with someone but he could see the small pout still present on your lips. Tamaki sighed before locking his phone. He didn’t text back but ran to his room to get changed.

He took in a shaky breath as he approached the party. He grip the Sleeves of his shirt as he walked in. Tamaki’s eyes darted around the crowded room searching for you and your other friends. He finally saw your (h/c) hair and slipped through the crowd.

Y/N’s POV

I laughed at the joke before holding my nose when the feeling of liquid coming out hit. Mirio laughed at me, nearly falling to the floor. I hit him in the chest to help before feeling arms wrap around me.

“Hey! What do you…” I stopped when I felt the person bury their head in between my shoulder blades. A smile came across my face and leant my head back against his. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, bu-bunny.” He muttered into my shirt. I set my hands over his. He lifted his head and reburied his face in my hair. Mirio finally stood up straight and looked back at me. His eyes widened in glee as he saw his best friend hiding behind me.

“Hey there Tama! Glad you could make it.” He said before turning back to the conversation. I could feel Tama relax a bit behind me at Mirio not making a big deal of his arrival. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Hey there.” I whispered to him. He smiled and tightened his grip.

“Hi.” He stayed in close. I pecked his lips.

“I thought you didn’t want to come. What changed your mind?” I asked before my stomach dropped. I held his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” He smiled. “I just felt too bad. You really wanted me to come and…” He paused. “I heard you when you left the room. How you didn’t want to go without me…”

“Awe, Tama.” I smiled, relaxing. “That didn’t mom you had to come. I would have been fine.” I ran a hand through his hair. He hummed and leant into my hand.

“I know.” He opened his eyes. “Mirio also sent me a picture of you and I could see you were a little lonely.”

“He did, did he?” I shook my head in disbelief but sniced none the less. I kiss his nose. “Well I’m glad you’re here. Now let’s go get something to drink.”

We got drinks and came quickly. Tama seemed to be having a decent time. While still attached to me, he was talking to Nejiere. Mirio was on my other side. I waited for him to have a break in conversation before I smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed the sore spot, looking at me in betrayal.

“You know what that was for. I told you to leave him alone!” I chided. His expression morphed from betrayal to to cheeky shock.

“Well…” I hit him again. “Ow!” He yelped and covered his head to protect himself. “Sorry! But you have to admit he is enjoying himself. So, not sorry really.” He then disappeared through the wall.

“Seriously.” I groaned. Tama turned to me.

“What up bunny?” He asked.

“Just your ridiculous best friend. Drives me nuts.” He chuckled. He nuzzled his nose into my hair. I relaxed into him. He tucked my head under his chin. We just stood there for a while before I heard his stomach rumble. “Wanna bail and go get some food?”

“Please.” He said immediately. I laughed and grabbed his hand. We walked out and I shot a text to the blonde idiot letting him know.

“Hey Tama?” I spoke up after a bit of quiet walking.

“Yes bunny?”

“How about next time there’s a party, you try and convince me to stay instead of me trying to convince you to go?” He laughed and pulled me into his side more.

“I think I can do that, love.” He said. I smiled and joined in on laughing.

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Hi! If you cannot do this that is so okay, I know you said there’s not a guarantee on characters, but could you possibly do a Tensei Iida x reader? If not then totally disregard the following lol

Romantic/fluff, reader has a quirk called Photosynthesis that can make plants sentient and move at her will. Storyline follows the two before the Stain incident, where Tensei has a day off of hero duty and spends the day with the reader.

@tadahoni I hope you like it!! It took me a hot minute since I’ve never written for him. This turned out very cute & playful & I love it!!

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Day Off - Tensei Iida (Pre-Stain)

I groaned as I woke up. I blocked out the Sun out of my eyes before turning over. I arched my back, stretching out my stiff muscles until my back popped.

“Awe, that felt good.” I muttered. I laid back, relaxing my body. I started to doze off when I smelt food cooking. I shot up, holding the blanket to my chest. I finally remembered. “He’s home. It’s his day off!” I threw off the blankets, jumped from the bed, and threw on one of his shirts. I ran out the door and down the hall towards the Kitchen.

“Because you live and breathe. Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help.” I heard him singing softly as I approached.

“Tensei!” I exclaimed as I walked in. He turned to me with a big smile. He was shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on, Spatula in hand.

“Good morning sweetheart. Did you forget I had the day off?” I nodded before going over to hug him. He held me close to his chest and I breathed him in deep. He picked me up and set me down on the counter. “I know I work alot but…”

“Nope.” I placed a finger on his lips. “You have a responsibility as Ingenium and I understand. It’s okay.” He smiled before Kissing me. The sweet kiss turned into a slow make out session. He laughs against my lips.

“As much as I love this, baby. I don’t want to burn breakfast.”

“Mmm.” I whined, pulling him into a deep kiss before letting go. He backed up and my arms fell to my lap. He finished up the eggs. I looked up at the hanging planter. I stood up on the counter to get a good look at my herbs. I saw my parsley and waved my hand over it. The green haze fell from my hand and the plant grew. I plucked a couple pieces as Tensei spoke up.

“Alright, it’s all finished but could you…” I looked down at him and he was staring at me. I held out the parsley. “Yeah, that. Thank you.”

“Welcome.” I got down and sat at the bar. He set a plate in front of me before sitting down. We ate while making small talk.

“So what do we want to do today?” He asked while taking the dishes. I went to answer but was cut off by him groaning in pain. He grabbed his shoulder.

“Tensei?”

“It’s alright. I just had a run in with a villian with a nasty punch yesterday. So I’m a little sore.” He smiled back at me. 

“Alright, how about a hot bath first?” I cocked my head to the side.

“I could go for that.” He smirked.

A little while later after a long hot bath and a massage he plopped onto the couch. I laughed at his sprawled out position. I waved my hand and the plants by the window shut the curtains. He looked at them before looking back at me.

“I never thought I would have a house full of so many plants. But here we are.”

“And your brother complains about them being overgrown every time he comes over.” I comment. He laughed while opening his arms. I laid down on his chest.

“I try to tell him to relax but he’s so uptight. I have no clue where it comes from.” He shrugs.

“I can think of where. Plus, he is only trying work hard and live up to and be like his older brother. I could only imagine how he was when you told me when he got to be class president.” I said. “I love the kid but damn.”

“Tell me about it.” He chuckles before kissing my head. “But I love him too. And I am so God Damn proud of him. He’s doing so well.”

“Especially with what he and his classmates have already faced.” I added. “He’s going to be an amazing hero someday.”

“Yes.” We sat there in comfortable silence until he perked up. “Did you finish that book we were reading together?”

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Awesome. Can you possibly… read it to me?” He asked shyly.

“What? Is the great Ingerion not able to read a book?”

“Of course I can!” He exclaimed. “I have a very high reading level, it’s just… I like it when you read to me. The sound of your voice soothes me.” He blushed. 

“Alright, cool guy. Let me just find…” I sat up and looked around for the book. I saw it on the top shelf of a bookshelf next to the TV. At the appearance of the green hue around my hand, the vine plant on top of the bookshelf grabbed the book for me. It stretched Across the room to give it to me.

“That always amazes me.” He said. I smiled before patting my lap. He moved and set his head in my lap.

We sat there as I read out loud. It was a long while before we moved from that spot. We moved on from the book to watching some TV. There were a couple lacy make outs mixed in here and there. Before we knew it, it was lunch time.

“Do you wanna order in?” He asked as he got up. I nodded. “What do you wa…” His phone began ringing. He looked at it and groaned.

“Go ahead.” I said as my phone went off too. It was a text from Hawks. “I gotta take of something too.” I called the birdman as he spoke with some of his sidekicks. Luckily, neither of the calls took long.

“I’m gonna order some (F/Food) . Is that okay?”

“Yeah! How about in the meantime… We make my mom’s famous brownie cookies for dessert?” His eyes widened in excitement.

“Yes!” He nodded before swiftly making the call. He pranced over into the kitchen.

“You sure you’re the Oldest?” I asked. He gave me a  glare before pulling out ingredients we needed. Baking with him is an adventure. There’s dancing, sampling, messes, and food fights. Let’s just say, when the food came, Tensei’s hair was more white than dark blue.

“He looked at me like I was crazy before I told him we were baking cookies.” I laughed as he set the take out containers down.

“Well you do have flour I mean, everywhere.” He brushed off his clothes while rolling his eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” I bit my lip and darted my eyes around the room.

“Lilie’s.” I pointed to the Easter Lily in the corner.

“Yeah. Sure.” He came up behind me and took over panning the cookies. I let my arms drop and leant back into him. I turned my head and nuzzled into his neck. He hummed in delight before hugging me tight. “Thank you, Love.”

“For what?”

“You always make my days off amazing.” He said. “I’m always so relaxed and energized for the next day. It’s miraculous. I love you.” He nosed my cheek. I sighed and rubbed my thumbs over his hands.

“I love you too Tensei. I love doing this for you.” I turned and rubbed my nose against his before ghosting my lips over his. Our moment was interrupted by the sound of the oven. Tensei took the cookie sheet and put it in.

“How about we eat?” He asked. I nodded.

“You know, we should send some of the cookies to Tenya. He’s probably really stressed with school and I know how much he likes them.”

3rd POV

Tensei watched and listened to his partner talk about their worries for his brother, for him, and about other things that they were thinking about. He could listen to them talk all day. Hence him asking them to read to him earlier. As he admired them more, his mind went back to the little box he had hidden in the back of his drawers.

Maybe today’s the day… He thought to himself as he got a Kiss on the head. They’re attention made him forget, even for a moment, about the nasty, red eyed murderous villian that has plaguing the hero world.

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Don’t Hate It. - Shiggy

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First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

+Neither you nor Shigaraki were the type to hold hands. For some of the same reasons and some different. For one of Shiggy’s, well obviously his quirk and for you, you were not the type to be all touchy feely in cutesy stuff. Neither of you were really the affectionate types. That is until a day comes that You need a little physical touch.

The day couldn’t go by and end fast enough. Nothing was going right, I was nearly caught by some heroes, and to top it off, it started to storm. As soon as I walked in the door, I threw my soaked coat in some random direction. I shook my hair out, ignoring the displeased yell towards me.

“Ugh!” I threw myself into a booth completely annoyed with the world. My fingers aggressively rapped against the table top. I had been on edge all day, from the moment I woke up.

“Well some one’s in a bad mood.” A deep voice said from across the bar. I glanced toward the bar and saw the black hair male next to our leader. It surprised me to see him out of his room and away from his video games.

“Not now Dabi.” I growled under my breath. A drink was placed in front of me and I saw the black purple Wisps out of the corner of my eye. I took a long drink before leaning back into my seat.

“Awe, is someone also a bit touchy? Oh, everyone! Look out!” He laughed. I rubbed my eyes before burying my face in my hands. I just felt like I really needed a hug, a loving touch, or something.

“Dadi just leave them alone.” Kurogiri said.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He grumbled. I rolled my eyes and just took another drink. I heard an argument between multiple people ensue. I was left alone for a little while but I could feel eyes on me. Frustration was quickly growing in me. I looked up and around the room. Across the bar, there was a recruit that had been around for a few weeks with his eyes glued on me.

“Great. Him.” I groaned and looked away. It was not even a minute and he was standing next to the table. “Can I help you with something?”

“Nooo… but I think I could help. Get those frustrations out I mean.” He gave me a big smile which I’m sure he meant to be sexy but failed miserably.

“Really?” I asked sarcastically, unimpressed. He nodded, ignoring my sarcasm. He leant down so his face was close with mine.

“Really, really.” He smirked. He reached to touch me. “I have so many ideas.”

“Haha. Careful there, recruit.” I warned, pushing his hand away. His touch was revolting. The frustration was about to snap.

“Oh come on, sweetie. Just come with me and…” He reached out again. I snapped. I shoved him back and shot out of my seat. He stumbled and I grabbed his neck tight. Black webbed out on his skin.

“Walk for a mile and then walk into traffic you pathetic nitwit.” I growled. I shoved him away and he walked out the door. I sighed. That was the first time my quirk worked right allday. I finally noticed the room was silent. “Anyone else?” Gazes immediately moved away from me. Tears fought their way to the surface. I felt like I was going to fall apart, that there is nothing to hold me together.

“Y/N.” A presence came up behind me.

“What!” I turned to see Shiggy next to me. His eyes went from me to the door. “I don’t want to hear it! Can’t you all just leave me alone for one goddamn minute!” I yelled, throwing my hands up and stomping off. I walked to an unused back hall and leant against a wall. There was a big window in front of me, showing me the storm outside.

“Y/N..” I jumped and yelled out. The tears finally broke though.

“What Tomura!?” I yelled. “I know I messed up so what could it be you are here for?” I slammed back into and slid down the wall. “Because it only seems that people come to me when they want something, want to tease on me, or make me their punching bag! So what possibly could you be here for! Huh?”

“Y/N.”

“What?” I looked up and saw he was sitting next to me on my left. He reached up and pried my hand from my hair. I gasped because I didn’t ever know I was doing it, the ache setting in. His next action shocked me more. He took my right hand in his left and began to rub circles. “Shigaraki?”

“Just take it.” He slowly wrapped his right arm around my shoulders. I set my head on his shoulder cautiously. When he didn’t react beyond pulling me in more, I let my full weight on him. I noticed he had on his two finger gloves and a small smile came to my face.

I gripped his hand and placed my other hand over his and traced random shapes. Underneath, I was soaking in all the soft attention and touches. Shiggy normally hated to wear the gloves so he never really did this soft stuff. Sure we’ve done some more spicy touching but never this.

“Thank you.” I whispered. “I know you hate wearing the gloves.”

“I don’t hate wearing them. I just had no reason too.” His raspy voice said softly into my ear. He moved his arm off my shoulder and brought it forward to set his other hand with the others. “Now I do.”

“Huh?” I lifted my head to look at him.

“I am not a very… touchy person but with you I want to be. I just didn’t know how to ask you.” He said. “With anyone else, I’m not interested. But with you, I want to have everything.So I don’t hate it.”

“I feel the same.” I admitted after a minute of silence. “I had to admit it to myself as well. I haven’t been close enough to anyone in such a long time that I didn’t know what to do.”

“So we are meant for each other.” He laughed and so did I.

“You know, if you hadn’t sent that shit head on his way, I would have dusted him.” I laughed hard, leaning into him more.

“I am just happy my quirk worked. It’s been acting up all day.” I held up my free hand. Black swirled on my fingertips. Tomura let go of my one hand and placed his finger tips against mine, all five. He tapped them before gently lacing his fingers with mine.

“Things happen and I will be… Will be here for you the best I can.” He said. “I know I am far from a great man but…”

“If I wanted a great man, I would not be here.” I said a matter of factly. He laughed. “The dark, brooding, crazy type that has a side obsession of video games myself. They’re more fun.”

“Damn. That specific, huh?” He asked.

“Actually, now that you mention it, I like them to have light blueish hair with a hand problem.”

“Watch it.” He warned with no threat behind it. “You know, now that I’ve gotter a taste of this I won’t go back.”

“Same.” I tightened my grip on his hand.“I hate to admit it but I need a little physical touch every now and then.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He whispered. I nearly fell asleep when a loud clash of thunder and lightning spooked us both. “Ugh! Can we, maybe move somewhere more comfortable than the floor?”

“Oh, fine you big baby.” I got up and looked down at him expectedly. He got up and took my hand. I yawned as I’ve walked through the halls, hand in hand.

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Why Did You Hide This? Pt.2 - Hawks

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• 2152 Words
• Warnings: Mental Abuse/manipulation, name calling, injury
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+ After Hawks breaks the down, he takes you to the hospital. At one point, your mother tries to come into the room but Hawks won’t let her in. You are confused why he is being so nice to you. He explains his feelings you and more. Eventually, you have to speak up to your mother but you don’t back down this time.

I groaned as I woke up to my head throbbing. I tried to move but the little bit I did sent pain across my abdomen. I cried out and tensed as the pain persisted on staying. I felt something soft on my arm and finally caught on to a voice speaking.

“Hey, it’s okay. Sh. Just stay still for me.” I choked on a sob. “Hey, hey. Can I get a doctor in here?!” The person yelled. I was finally able to open my eyes and saw a blur of red. I blinked to clear my eyes and my gaze locked on gold irises. My gaze then moved to the red wings.

“Hawks?” I stuttered.

“Yeah, it’s me kid.” He looked behind him. I saw another figure round the bed as Hawks tried to calm me down.

“Miss L/N. Where is the pain?”

“My side and head.” I saw as another flare came through. I cried softly and heard another comfort from Hawks.

“Okay Miss L/N, we’re going to give you some pain medication and it should kick in very quickly.” I nodded. I just kept my eyes closed. “Alright, I will be back to check upon you in a little bit.”

“Okay.” I laid there making a sound of discomfort and pain every now and again. Hawks kept cooing comforts at me while rubbing circles into my arm and hand. “What happened?”

“Well, I came to check on you after my patrol and heard you fall inside your apartment. I had to break the door down to get to you.” He explained. “You’re wound got so much worse. Enough that it made you pass out and get sick.”

“Oh.” I looked away.

“Where was your mother?”

“Out. She took the advice of rest and relaxation from the doctor as a free pass to have a night out with her boyfriend.” I said.

“Damn. Did she know about your wound?”

“No.” I said. “Even if she did, it would be nothing but an inconvenience to her.”

“What do you mean by that?” He asked.

“She’s a very busy woman and it would just be something to disrupt her day. Throw off the schedule.” I said. “It’s nothing new. Her work is very important to her. So…” I shrugged.

“Really? That’s bullshit.” He said in disbelief. “You are her child. You should be her priority even if you are an adult! I bet you haven’t left home because she won’t let you basically.”

“That’s not true!” I exclaimed.

“It isn’t? Alright. How about this? Every time you brought up leaving home, she would say something about missing you too much or how the house would be too empty or the nice house would go to ‘waste’? Then after so many times of her saying this, you never brought it up again. She was guilt tripping you kid!”

“I um, uh…” I didn’t know what to say. He was right.

“Am I right?”

“I um,…Yes. You are.” I whispered.

“See?” He softened and reached up to cop my face. “I got all of that from meeting her once and your reactions to her. You need to…”

“That’s my child in there!” Both our heads whipped to the door. It was my mother. I gulped, immediately thinking of how mad she was going to be. Hawks must have noticed my apprehension.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright.” He brought my hand up to his lips. “Do you want to see her? Honestly?” He looked at me in question. I took a breath and shook my head. “Okay, I’ll get rid of her.”

“O-okay.” He got up and walked to the door. He walked out.

“Oh Hawks! You’re here? How are they?”

“They are okay. No thanks to you.” He said.

“W-what?” She stuttered.

“You knew they were hurt and you made them act like they weren’t.”

“I did not…”

“I’m not done!” I saw his wings puff up. “You made them feel like they couldn’t speak up about themselves and their well being. They have a major wound on their side and then you made them clean house. Not to mention, at the accident site you made a point to make sure the attention stayed on you.”

“This is ridiculous. Let me see them.” I saw her try and push her way past him. He spread his wings out so she couldn’t get in. “Hey!”

“They do not want you to come in. I won’t get in.” He said.

“I’m their mother.”

“Then you should have acted like it!” He snapped. “You should have been more concerned by then instead of treating them like a personal assistant. Now I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He backed up into the room and She began to yell.

“I cannot believe this! This is my child! You are being ungrateful and I am very disappointed!” She screamed. “You’re the hero! You’re supposed to be protecting people.”

“I am.” He said before slamming the door. He stood there for a moment. I saw his shoulders rise and fall before he came back over and sat next to me. He finally looked up at me. “Hey, hey. Don’t cry. It’ll be alright.”

“I’m sorry.” I covered my face.

“No, don’t be. You have every right to be Upset.” He said, retaking my hand. This time he laid his wing over me almost automatically giving me comfort. I uncover my face and look at him.

“She is going to have a cow.” I said in a hoarse voice.

“She already is.” He glanced back at the door before tucking his wing in closer. I set a hand on it. We sat in a comfortable silence. He kept his wing over me and continued to hold my hand. I even began to gently run my fingers through his feathers.

“Why are you doing this? Why one you helping me so…personally?” He lifted his head from where he laid it to look at me. “Why did you show up at my home? I didn’t think heroes usually did after accident check ins.” He took a moment to gather his words.

“I don’t know how to explain it. When I first met you, I felt something spark inside of me. I felt this immediate need to get to know you, to be close to you. That’s why I showed up to your apartment. I knew you were hurt so it bothered me as soon as you ran. I couldn’t stop thinking about you for the rest of my shift.”

“Really?” I looked up at him in disbelief.

“Yeah.” He brought my hand up and Kissed it. Before he could say anything else, the door opened up. I jumped and looked Over. It was just a doctor.

“You are awake.” He smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright.” I said before squirming. “I’m a little sore in my side and arm.”

“I would imagine.” He chuckled. He went through a few tests and did a check up before administering a dose of pain meds. “Now, you should eat and then get some rest. You shouldn’t have to be in here long. Hawks?”

“Of course.” He got up and they walked to the door after the doctor handed me a Menu.

“The mother was escorted out by security.” I barely heard the doctor say.

“I’m sorry for the disturbance.” Hawks said. The doctor waved him off.

“It’s alright.” He said. “We see the type all the time.” He looked back at me. “I just don’t recommend…” I couldn’t hear the rest. Hawks nodded before the doctor left. His phone went off and he groaned after looking it

“I’m sorry kid but I’ve got to fly. I’m needed across town.” He walked over. “You eat and sleep. I’ll be back later.” He went to walk away but I grabbed his sleeve.

“Promise?” My voice shook. He looked at me shocked before his gaze softened. He cupped my cheek and leant down. He gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“I promise.” He whispered in my ear. He pulled back and rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “Bye.” I nodded and he went to turn away but stopped again. He reached for his wing.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a feather.” He held out the feather. “I can feel what my feather feels and can control it. So if you need me, give it a hard squeeze, okay?”

“Okay.” I gently took the feather.

“See you in a while, baby.” He walked out the door.

I ate and got some more rest after he left. I laid the feather next to my head on the pillow. I woke up the next morning and Hawks had yet to come back. From What heard, he got pulled into a major villain heist. I finally took notice that my phone was on the table. I turned it on and a crap ton of messages came through. Most from my mother.

“Great.” I muttered. I went through them, rolling my eyes. Just as I went to play one of my games , a call came through from her. “Hello?”

“It’s about time you answered you ungrateful little brat.” She Spat.

“Hello mother.” She mocked me before going on.

“I cannot believe you have done this. You were barely ever hurt and you have milked this. You have got the #2 hero wrapped around your finger and you are wasting his time. My god!” I gripped onto the red feather as she went on. “You have gone way too far to get attention. Do you know how this makes me look? You over dramatic Child. You…”

“Over-dramatic?!” I exclaimed, interrupting her. I am the one being over-dramatic?“ The rushed sound of my door being opened stole my attention long enough to see Hawks coming in alarmed. "I was majorly wounded mom! Bad enough that I should have gone to the hospital immediately! But because of YOU, I hid it and ran away from someone who was just trying to help me! You have me so messed up that I put everything else, especially you before myself.”

“How dare…”

“I’m not done! You knew I was hurt but you didn’t care enough or at all to even be the slightest bit concerned. I’m not even a child to you but more of a, a, an indentured servant. I have had enough of it.” Hawks sat down next to me.

“Is that so?”

“Yes it is. I am moving out.” I said with no hesitation. It was silent on the other line. I looked at Hawks and he was smiling. He took my hand that was holding his feather. He kissed it. I brought the phone down and put it on speaker.

“N-now my baby. there’s no need to go that far. We can work this out.” Hawks raised an eyebrow, both of us knowing what she was doing.

“No, you had 21 years to 'work’ on this. I am your child, not someone for you to order around.” I said calmly. “I am moving out and that’s the end of it.”

“Well don’t expect your…”

“And if any of their belongings are missing or damaged, I will hold you personally responsible, Mrs. L/N.” Hawks chipped in. I heard her gasping, trying to find something to say. “I will be coming to collect their stuff so be prepared.” He took the phone and hung it up. I let out a shaky breath.

“I just snapped.” I said. “She called me over-dramatic and I snapped.” He laughed.

“And I’m so proud of you! You stood up for yourself.” He said. “You can be your own person now.”

“Now to find out who that is.” I bit at my nails. He gently grabbed that hand and brought it down. “And to find a place to live.”

“You’ll stay with me.” He said gently. He wasn’t looking at me but I knew he was serious. “I meant what I said. I want to be close to you. I have more room then I know what to do with and you can have your privacy but I want you near.”

“Alright.” I said. His head shot up in shock.

“Wait, seriously? No arguments? I mean you are essentially moving in with a Stranger.”

“Yeah. You’ve already done so much and I feel I can trust you. Like a…Spark of something” I said. He chuckled before nodding. “Thank you, Hawks.”

“Keigo.”

“Huh?” I wondered why he gave me the random name.

“You can call me Keigo. My name’s Keigo Takami. I think it’s okay for you to know.”

“Oh, well… It’s a pleasure Keigo.” I said. I reached up and cupped his face. His winging puffed a little before relaxing, one coming Up and laying over me again. He nuzzled into my hand. “I look forward to the future I have with you.”

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— i like u

friends with benefits seemed easy enough—until one of you started to catch feelings, and you knew it wasn’t him.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: fluff, mild angst, some adult content but it doesn’t really go there. the characters are all grown up for this by the way!

warnings: none! just some mentions of smut like i said but its p fine

inspired by the niki song of the same title. i suggest u listen so u can ~feel~ it a bit better !!

YES I AM ALIVE casually disappeared for like a year to focus on academics and applications and stuff but it’s almost christmas break and hey i missed writing so why not ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) anyw i hope u guys r doing fine and to those who were waiting for me to post something… anything… i’m sorry it took a year here’s an honorary cookie for ur wait ily

HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE MWAH

This was where you found yourself every Friday night.

Him atop you as he stole kisses in between ragged breaths. Steady hands securing your hips in place, digging into white duvet, moaning each other’s name like a mantra that slipped out of your tongue with every thrust of pleasure you received. He was always so strong, so determined, that your highs were always quick to come once the two of you got onto it.

And you’d wake up, Tokyo morning sun radiating like rays dancing on the white cloth, waking you out of your dazed trance. Intertwined between sheets, his worn-out t-shirt on you as he laid there by your side shirtless, staring down at his best friend he brought to heaven the night before. Whenever he felt like everything was going to hell, he’d call you, the first number on his contact list—the only person who had seen him through his short-fused explosive phase to the number two hero he was now. His crimson red eyes were always the first thing to greet you on those fateful Saturday mornings, but they were no match with the content smile on his face that he showed no one else but, well, you.

Bakugou Katsuki was a gentleman. As hard as it was to believe, especially for those who were around during high school, it consistently rang true. Like in these mornings as he asked you to stay and made you breakfast in his exquisite high-ceilinged apartment. He always wanted to hear your thoughts about his cooking, on what he could improve, and if ever you were staying over again, what you’d want next (but you already knew the answer to that).

One thing about Katsuki was he never got tired of listening to your drabbling about work. Right now, it was about that stupid sidekick that has been hitting on you for weeks now, despite you blocking them with a clear dragged out no every time. He would chuckle at your little gestures, carefully observing every detail his best friend had, and thought about how he was the lucky man to run his hands through them every week.

He had told you before to move to his agency. Though these little rants of yours were nothing short of entertaining, Katsuki was well-aware that in between those tales lies a bitter truth that you were not well within his reach, and he couldn’t protect you if another pervert tried to touch you again. And you always told him you wanted to—needed to, even, but your boss kept shrugging off your now-piles of resignation papers down the shredder. You were a big asset, after all—a UA graduate, top of your class, a pretty strong quirk, and an excellent internship rating. But Bakugou knew they only saw you for your credentials, not at all as a human who was protecting other humans,and made a mental note to blast your boss’s face sometime he’s free within this week. He reasoned to himself: it was only make him aware of what he was going to be dealing with if he keeps on treating you any less of the hero you are.

It was those little things about your best friend that had you lying awake at night, legs still sore from the action just a few days prior. You had been trying to sleep for the last hour, staring up at the ceiling, basically memorizing its patterns. You wanted to be frustrated with yourself—angry that you thought he could even look at you in thatway.

You see, when two people have cramped-up schedules, half a decade of youth still left to live, and raging hormonal impulses—they resort to a little arrangement called friends with benefits. In short, they do stuff couples do: kiss, make out, stay over, call each other and ask them about their day, take care of the one who’s sick from overpatrolling, but most of all, meet each other at a certain time, a certain place to make love.There was no commitment, no red strings, no feelings involved, just two people trying to satisfy their needs through someone else’s. That’s what you told yourself every night.

Until that time he sent you a bouquet of tulips to your office and the blood on your cheeks told you otherwise.

“Katsuki,” you whispered through the phone, voice rough from the bloodrush. “What in the world is this?”

“A gift?” he replied, so casually that it was driving you insane. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do, but,” you sucked in a breath, looking at the florist holding out a contract for you to sign. “Did you really have to do this at my office?”

“You overwork yourself hard enough,” he nagged, hearing him adjust something on the other end of the phone. Katsuki shouted something to the person calling out at him, then returned to you. “Listen, I’m on patrol right now, but take those. I already paid for them. And don’t feel obligated to come to my apartment later tonight because of that. I just don’t want to be a shitty best friend, that’s all.”

The flowers laid in a vase on your desk, causing your co-heroes to gawk at the stunning arrangement of black and orange tulips adorning your otherwise plain workspace. You weren’t big on decorations, after all, since you were a hero and didn’t stay there often. The flowers finally gave your desk some much needed color.

And it pissed you off. It pissed you off how he said it so casually, how he managed to make your heartbeat not too far from a hummingbird’s, and how he took time out of his day, his most beloved hero job, to get you a gift.

But what pissed you off the most was the fact that all of the grandeur was because he thought of you as his best friend who needed relief.

You mentally slapped yourself. You were being distracted. You were not falling for Katsuki, you just liked how he felt inside you, how perfect he fit into you, and the rest of those feelings for him were platonic.

But why did he have to rummage through your thoughts every single night?

“Do you ever get tired?” you blurted out.

He poured the freshly-brewed coffee into two mugs, adding milk on yours just the way you liked it. “Doing what?”

“Running through my mind every night.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as soon as the words came out, cheeks starting to redden from embarrassment. You were not supposed to say that. Right then and there, you wished for anything that could get you out of there—maybe even a dang UFO—so it could spare you from the shame about to come.

But Katsuki turned around, two mugs in hand, putting them on the counter behind you to look you straight in the eye. His calloused hands, shaped by years of explosions, made it to your heated face, not really helping with the fluster you were feeling at that moment. He carefully pulled your fingers away, setting them on your lap to hold your chin tenderly.

“Only if you tell me why you made me fall for my own best friend.”

And then you woke up.

Feeling slightly frustrated for whatever reason, you threw your pillow to the wall, running a hand through your hair and catching shaky breaths.

Great, he made it into to your dreams, too.

Your stare buried into the duvet covering your lower body. You ran a hand through your face, planning on getting up to get a cup of water and watch Netflix instead. Because dreaming of him again would not help with your current predicament.

This is all your fault, Bakugou Katsuki.

“Oi, what’s your problem?”

And you forgot that you were sleeping over at his place that night.

His voice was low and gravelly as he turned around to look at your side of the bed. You averted your gaze, wanting to shrug it off.

“Nothing.” You raised your chin up. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he simply responded, getting up to his knees to sit next to you. “Bad dream?”

You tried not to look at his chiseled chest just there for your gazing glory, and the sweatpants that you swore were about to fall off with how loose they were around his waist. He was so oblivious to the thoughts running around your head it was insane. Why did he have to be shirtless at this time?

“No.” You wanted to be adamant. “I told you, I’m fine.”

“Waking up at 3AM practically having an asthma attack isn’t fine, (Y/N).” Katsuki crossed his arms, looking at the side of your face. “You’re choosing the wrong person to lie to.”

Your hands flew up in defeat. “Fine, then I’m not fine. How could I ever lie to you, huh?”

“Damn right you know. You’ve been my annoying best friend for two decades. I practically have you memorized, whether I like it or not.”

There it was again. That damned best friend title. The situation was starting to become tolerable, but that label just had to come up, right? You felt your chest tighten, knowing well what you were about to say next.

“I think we should stop this,” you said, finally meeting up to look at him.

The blonde let out a guttural chuckle until his eyes met yours, seeing no hint of mischief behind the irises he knew too well.

“But… why?” was all he managed to stutter.

Of course, a half-ass excuse would be better than to tell him hey, I’ve been constantly thinking of you quite unhealthily for the past two months now, and if I don’t pry myself away from you in the next three minutes I might just ruin our friendship.

To be continued…

— hot chocolate

tokyo was cold and you needed warmth.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: fluff and domestic! bakugou :D basically he’s just a huge ball of husband material here. a bit short too!!

warnings:none!

Katsuki was awfully hard-headed. And that meant that misunderstandings were a staple in the Bakugou household.

The snow was starting to fall outside, landing softly on your window pane. December was nearby, and that meant that more chilly mornings would be coming your way. Not that you minded, though. You found it fascinating how snowflakes would carefully adorn the zen architecture your husband insisted on having while your house was being built. Plus, you were pretty used to ice from years of you and your husband working with Todoroki Shoto, the frostiest hero of all.

But today seemed like an entirely different story.

You shivered, rolling over in your bed to gather up more of the shared comforter. It warmed you for a few minutes, but as your body adjusted to the temperature, your teeth started to chatter—and the thin nightgown you had on wasn’t of any help at all. Annoyed by your conundrum, you threw the comforter down, storming out of your room when a voice called out.

“What is your problem, woman?” Katsuki asked in his gruff morning voice. You really couldn’t imagine it getting any deeper, but here you were. “What the fuck are you so loud for at 7AM?”

“It’s cold,” you answered bluntly. He scratched his eyes, yawning and barely gazing at you through hooded lids, obviously still wanting rest. You took one look at his arms when an idea suddenly popped into your head. “And I need to find warmth.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before turning to his side of the bed. “Go get yourself some coffee, then.”

“The entire comforter was on your side,” you reasoned, hoping to buy him some time to catch on to your deal. “I was shivering.”

“I’ll get you another one later,” he replied, voice muffled through sheets.

Your husband fell asleep then and there, leaving you alone with your request indirectly denied. Sighing, you reached for the doorknob and made your way to the apartment kitchen, feeing chills mix with the feeling of unresolved frustration within you. It’s not like you couldn’t live without Bakugou’s warmth, anyway. Why were you so pent up about it?

You ended up not making yourself coffee, not wanting to follow anything he told you. Instead, you plopped on the sofa, turning the TV on to whatever morning drama it was showing and resting on the slightly warmer couch.

You could feel yourself shivering again, but your pride was so worked up, you didn’t really know what to do at that point. As you were about to change your mind and maybe tell your husband directly, he came into the living room, as if on cue.

“You look like you’re five seconds away from fainting,” he commented, making you roll your eyes.

“Geez, thanks. As if I didn’t know.”

Katsuki still didn’t catch on to your bad mood, grabbing the remote and turning it to his morning news channel. As he watched, flicked his gaze at you multiple times, slowly feeling the abnormality of your silence this early in the morning.

At this time, you would usually be making puppy eyes at him, asking him to make his “award-winning amazing spectacular hot chocolate recipe” for you. He would tell you to make it yourself as he went into the kitchen, and came back five minutes later with two mugs in hand, yours with marshmallows, just the way you liked it.

“Oi, are you okay?” he finally asked, concern evidently laced in his tone. You groaned and avoided his gaze, looking anywhere but within his direction.

“Why are you so unusually quiet today?” insisted Katsuki, scooting closer to you. Not knowing exactly why you wanted to drag it out, you moved farther away from him, not that there was any space left on the couch. “Oi.”

“It’s nothing,” you murmured, putting your head on your raised legs, resting on your knees. “Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Katsuki quickly sat next to you, leaving no space in between your bodies, feeling yourself tense up at the sudden contact. “Now tell me why you’re acting so shitty today because I’m trying to be a good husband here.”

You found yourself holding back a smile, hearing those words from your ever-stubborn Katsuki. You weren’t planning on losing this, though. “I told you I was cold.”

He tilted his head. “Yeah, and I told you I was going to buy you a comforter.”

“That’s not it,” you dragged out with a groan. “Nevermind. You won’t get it anyway.”

“Oh, you really think so?”

“Iknow so,” you taunted, planning to walk away from the awkward position. Just as you were about to, he gently pulled you down your waist, landing on his lap and into his arms. Your eyes widened at your husband, who seemed frustrated as hell.

“If you won’t tell me,” Katsuki said, putting his fingers on your stomach. “Then maybe your gag reflex will.”

“Wait, what—“ But before you could finish, his hands started moving, tickling you like a child. You couldn’t hold back your laughter from both the situation and the stimulation, so you became a laughing mess coming undone in your husband’s lap. “S-Stop!” you whined through a fit of laughter. Your lungs were quick to gasp for air, only to be interrupted by giggling.

He was clearly enjoying this, showing no sign of stopping. As you felt your body practically begging for it to halt, you pulled his calloused hand away from you, heavy breathing taking over your system as he obeyed.

“Now will you tell me?” he pleaded, his eyes showing something other than his usual annoyance. Your husband genuinely wanted to fix whatever it was that was bugging you, even if that meant having to lower his damn pride. He couldn’t stand seeing you like this. “Please?”

Deciding to be forgiving, you sighed. “I just wanted you to cuddle me. I told you I was cold, Katsuki.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “You could have just told me?”

“I didn’t want to seem clingy.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at your confession. Your gaze shifted to the back of the couch as you still laid in his embrace, his arms wrapped securely around your frame. He chuckled, putting his knuckles in your hair and ruffling lightly.

“Dumbass, I don’t care if you’re the clingiest person in the universe. I’m not the best at catching these cues, so if you want anything from me, please do say. I promised I’d give you the world, right?” Katsuki put his hand under your chin, making you look directly at him. Your heart melted at his proclamation, and you couldn’t deny yourself the feeling of his warmth any longer.

Your arms wrapped around him instantly, nuzzling into his embrace. His arms pulled you closer, his lips landing on the side of your forehead to kiss you. “I love you, (Y/N). But next time, don’t be a brat.”

You lightly slapped his arm, giggling at his remark. “I’m not a brat,” you weakly replied, not really in the mood to argue anymore.

“Hell yeah, you are.” Katsuki pulled you away lightly to leave another light kiss on your lips, hovering there for a few seconds after. “But you’re mybrat.”

“You’re so corny.” You broke free of his embrace, standing up to pull him along with you. “Now, Mister Master of the House, you are obliged to make your brat a cup of your award-winning amazing spectacular hot chocolate to make up for your actions, or lack thereof.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Katsuki teased, coming with you, but not without pulling you next to him one last time.

“Let me goooo,” you dragged out, wanting to play brat again. He chuckled and landed a big sloppy kiss on your cheek before carrying you full-on bridal style into the kitchen. “Katsuki, what the fu—”

He set you down on the counter, pulling out ingredients and preparing the stove. “Just so I know you won’t misbehave again, brat.”

“You got me,” was all you said as he made you your requested cup of chocolate, making up for the warmth he failed to give you earlier that day. But it didn’t really matter anymore, though, as long as you had his rather explosive heat to keep you warm in the freezing Tokyo weather.

note: i literally made this because it was freezing cold this morning

— taking me back

everyone knew ground zero was one of the strongest heroes in the business, but little did they know how weak he really was for you.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: a bit mature, but not nsfw. characters are aged up in this btw! also fluff because yes

forgot to put this the first time, but if you want to ~feel~ the imagine more, you can listen to taking me back by lany ((yes like the title)) !!

warnings: some strong language, very mildangst

A knock on your door startled your Saturday night Netflix binging. You set your popcorn on the table rather loudly, annoyed at whoever had the guts to interrupt the only free time you could get at 11PM. Your hand hurried to the doorknob to stop the vigorous knocking, and you were met by a tired-looking Ground Zero, looking big with his grenades and hero costume intact.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight. “Work got you again?”

“Let’s not talk about it,” was the only thing he muttered before you let him in, taking off his large weapons and placing them on the side of the door along with everything else that was bothersome to him. He was left in a black tank top and baggy jeans.

“You know, you need to come home sometimes,” you tell him, setting your hands on his sturdy biceps. “Your mom’s probably thinking you’re dead by now.”

His eyes closed in pleasure as your hands started to knead, hitting him in all the right places. “Please, the old woman’s enjoying the house to herself.”

“What about Masaru?” you asked, taking a better look at his attire. You had no idea he looked this good without the extravagant hero accessories on.

“Left for a business trip. I don’t know where.” He groaned, leaning into your other hand that raised to caress his cheek. “You’re seriously a martyr for taking me in after everything I’ve done to you.”

“Past is past, I suppose,” was all you could say.

Bakugou—or as you called him, Katsuki—was your ex-boyfriend. Unknown to others, and most of Class 1-A, since you decided that keeping it a secret would be best, given the constant danger your lives were put in. Any kind of secret that would reveal a rising hero’s weak spot can and will probably be used against them. And unfortunately, Bakugou’s weakness was you.

It ended when the both of you decided it wouldn’t work out with the way things started to change pace. He was completely set on becoming the best hero in Japan that he barely went home to your shared apartment. He found an agency that would take him in—much to his dismay, working with Half and Half Bastard under Endeavor’s Hero Agency.

You, however, had different plans. You were working to become a minor hero in your prefecture, as you didn’t want to be under the constant stress of fearing for your life at the top. Bakugou constantly tried to coax you out of that mindset, saying that he knew you could do way more, but you just weren’t having it. The lack of time and different outlooks caused a major fallout that eventually resulted in a mutual break-up.

However, despite moving out and getting rid of everything you shared, Bakugou always found his thoughts drifting back to you. He shrugged it off the first months, thinking it was part of the shitty moving on process. Until he couldn’t take it one fateful Thursday night and found himself crying on your doorstep, practically begging you to take him back.

It struck a heart string to see him like that. He never ever begged anyone for anything, and to hell with showing his emotions to people. The fact that he was completely sober, had the right state of mind to rethink his decisions, and still came back to you—it was too much. You, too, were having trouble with the moving on process, but nothing was going to be fixed with this set-up. If you took him back, you’d argue over the same things all over and over again.

So it ended up with you letting him sleep over, and making the pro hero promise to leave the next morning. A part of you still cared deeply for him, and didn’t want to see your Katsuki cry, staying in his embrace the entire night and having to fight back your own tears. As expected, the promise was broken, and he stayed over for another night, and another,—maybe just one more?—until coming back to you became an unspoken habit of his whenever he “needed support after all his missions”. You knew it was just because he missed you.

And you missed him, too, deeply.

“Do you mind if I…” he suddenly started, snapping you out of your thoughts as the both of you sat down on your couch.

“Go ahead. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied. Katsuki rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of your perfume.

A comfortable silence wrapped you both, only the television volume giving light to the ambiance that settled.

“You should shower,” you mentioned. He didn’t necessarily smell bad, you just wanted him to move away and stop your thoughts.

“Do I smell?” he asked, a genuine tone laced in his voice.

“No.” You couldn’t hold back the hand that made it to his spiky hair, patting gently. “I’m just worried you might be tired.”

“I think I’m good here,” Katsuki insisted, leaning further into you.

His left hand started to wonder places, landing on your right. His thumb rubbed mini circles on yours, matching the pace of his calm breathing. After a few more circles, his arm moved behind the small of your back, switching your positions quickly and letting you lean on his stern chest. You adjusted yourself to sit in between his lap, faces dangerouslyclose.

You could kiss him then and there, and you knew he wouldn’t be opposed to that.

Or would he?

You could test your hypothesis, but your brain was telling you otherwise. It was impractical to let your heart rule over you again. The way that he was coming back to you even though you were supposed to move on was dumb enough. A kiss would just cross the line.

You sighed in defeat.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you brushed off. But you knew he wasn’t going to let that slide.

“If I’m bothering you—“ he started, but you were quick to interrupt.

“No, you’re not, Katsuki.”

He lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “Then why do you look like that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like you can’t wait for me to fucking leave.”

Apparently, your facial expression gave it away. It’s not that you wanted him to leave, though.

“I probably should,” he retorted, getting up from his seat. “None of us is going to move the fuck on with this, right?”

Bakugou rose and made his way to the door, carefully gathering his stuff. The sight made the pain in your heart worsen—every step was a dagger to your already tainted heart. He was hesitant, too, slowly moving as he took jagged breaths.

None of you was willing to break the awkward tension in the room, until you choked out the only words you could make out from the flurry in your head.

“What if I don’t want to move on?”

He turned around. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I don’t want to fucking move on,” you repeated, harder and angrier this time. The lump in your throat seemed to let go of its grip when the tears came out, blurring your vision completely. “I don’t want to fucking lose you anymore.”

It seemed like you cried for an hour with how unexpectedly painful it felt. Not once in your solo crying sessions did you feel something quite like this, and seeing him make his way to the door was reliving it all over and over again.

You wanted to remind yourself why you hated him—why you hated that everything he did was a reason for you to love him even more.

You hated how he always managed to disrupt your thoughts without him even being there. You hated the way he used to tease you about the way you cooked, but held you safely in his arms as he taught you how to do it better. You hated the way he would talk to you in your sleep, sweet nothings that would never come out in broad daylight. You hated how he comforted you when you needed it most, telling you he’ll be your shield when the world’s out to get you. You hated the way he looked at you on dates, like you were the only woman on earth, and nothing and nobody else mattered. You hated how the two of you used to dance to the same Arctic Monkeys song on the radio, and pointed to every sappy love song that came on and told him it was your song. You hated that he stayed up with you on the nights you had to study, and took you to new midnight diners downtown if he decided you needed a break. You hated waking up next to his stupid face staring back at you, waiting for you to wake up so he could finally be with the love of his life.

But most of all, you hated how your heart still belonged to him after all this fuckingtime.

Warm hands made their way to the back of your head, pulling you closer and rubbing your back.

“I don’t want to fucking move on, too.”

You looked up at him. His face mirrored the same expression as yours, tears in his eyes and lips trembling as his crimson eyes found yours.

For once in his life, he was completely sure of taking a risk for something—no, someone—he was completely, head over heels weak for.

But if you were there, none of that mattered anymore.

“I still love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, leaning closer into him and feeling the warmth of his shaking body radiate onto you. “I don’t want you to slip out of my grasp anymore. I know you might not feel the same, but please—please—let me kiss you one last time before you go.”

Katsuki pulled you up, his arms resting steady on your back. “I’m not leaving, you idiot.”

Leaning in, his lips touched yours, and slowly, the sparks, the cliche sparks you once felt with your teenage love came back. He was still the same red-faced boy who accidentally cursed you as he confessed his attraction, stray flowers from UA’s grass fields in hand. In another held a tiny teddy bear that was wrapped in an orange box with a note attached in rather messy handwriting—I like you, dumbass.

“I was hoping you’d take the hint after all this time, but I still love you, idiot.” Katsuki moved your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears that kept coming down, not minding his own. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m not letting some other extra take away what’s mine.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You laugh at your own teasing, and he does too. “We’ve got to do a thing about our problems, though.”

“About that,” he responded, a little smile forming on his face. “After shitting on myself for months on end, I realized how much of an asshole I was to you. You should never have to compromise your dreams just because of my shitty opinions. Be the hero you want to be, love. I’ll always support you if that meant your happiness.”

In shock at the Bakugou that was in front of you at that moment, you were at a loss for words. You hugged him with all your might. That was the only thing you wanted to do as you realized he finally changed, and was willing to make your relationship work the second time.

“Stop crying, dumbass! You’re going to make me cry, too,” Katsuki teased.

“Idiot, you’ve literally been crying for the past ten minutes. Let it slip for today.”

He chuckled. You rested into his embrace, feeling contentment fill up your heart.

note: hullo humans !! this was very self-indulgent and the result of my 1am brain rot™️ again. anyway,,, i’d like to thank u all for 300 notes on the past two imagines like whUT. u guys,,, i ams o Grateful nd i wanna cry and hug u all individually but i cnanot so pls have a virtual cookie each instead. i love u all

—apology

“the word ‘chill’ does not exist in kacchan’s vocabulary.” —izuku midoriya

pairing:bakugou katsuki x reader

content:fluff!

warnings: (some) strong language

Bakugou always went hard on training sessions. No matter who it was in front of him, they better be ready to fight if they didn’t want to be blasted into the thermosphere. To him, it was second nature—if he couldn’t give it his all, he couldn’t be the number one hero. Due to this unfaltering determination, Recovery Girl was on standby everytime Class 1-A trained. Almost all of his past opponents needed to heal from an injury or burn mark somewhere—and you, his girlfriend of a year, were noexception.

After a strong blow to your right leg left you limping, Yaomomo assisting you as you made your way to the clinic, Bakugou could only stare in disbelief and shock. He impulsively ran after you, but Ochaco and Jirou blocked his path, giving him death glares that practically screamed, “you fucked up.” The worst part is, it was no accident.

Of course, you always tried your best to understand your boyfriend’s rather violent demeanor. It was definitely worse when it came to combat, but the pain in your leg was too unbearable to let you think straight—and everyone in the class saw that. You were sent home early to the dorms with your leg under a thick layer of bandages, a care package from Yaomomo and the girls, and a small “sorry” note from Kirishima, which you had no idea was for.

So there you laid—in whatever oversized shirt you pulled from your drawer, loose shorts, and a single sock on your uninjured leg. Recovery Girl told you you were fairly lucky to walk away with just a rather big scratch and a torn ligament, which she managed to heal. It wasn’t your fault, after all. You were sure Bakugou received an earful from the old lady for doing such thing to a poor girl—moreover, his own girlfriend.

You weren’t exactly mad at Bakugou, but you definitely weren’t pleased, either. He didn’t visit you in the clinic, nor even text and ask how you were doing. Nada. Your tsundere of a boyfriend was surely rock-hard when it came to lowering his pride, but you thought he’d at least show a bit of care. You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt though, that maybe he was just in shock at what happened. He accidentally hurt you, after all—something he never wanted to do to you, and you knew that very well. Wanting to get everything off your mind, you threw the covers on and tried to drift off to sleep.

You wanted to call him and ask for an explanation. Limp to the elevator and wait for him in the lobby to hear it as soon as he came home. But it seemed too petty, and your leg was too fucking painful to walk. Moving it around in your bed had a tolerable amount of pain, so that solidified your decision of staying in. Plus, you were independent, you could survive the healing phase on your own, angry explosive boyfriend or none.

Thirty minutes passed and you found yourself dumbstruck at the wall. Sleep has long abandoned you, not even visiting you once that afternoon. You picked up your phone, looking for a game to distract yourself with and hopefully fall asleep to. You decided on Subway Surfers, playing a few rounds, when you felt your eyelids get heavy. Finally, you drifted off to rest, but you were interrupted by someone opening your door without a warning.

“Oi,” Bakugou called. Your boyfriend was wearing a grey pullover over black knee shorts, and the same Fire Princess socks you got him for Christmas. His tone was soft as he passed the door, rough voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”

You were about to answer with a sarcastic retort when a cough lodged in your throat. “What do you think?” you asked rather silently.

You didn’t look at him. Bakugou groaned and sat on the edge of your bed.

“I…” he started. You lightly craned your head to his direction, waiting for the apology you were sure was coming. “I… think your bandages need to be replaced.”

You rolled your eyes. They were dirty from walking around your room without a slipper, not to mention the grass that stuck to it from when you almost fell flat on your face outside. “Tell me about it.”

Katsuki suddenly placed your leg on his thighs, carefully peeling off the wrap. Your eyes widened, jumping up to stop the ash blonde. “Do you have any idea how to do that?”

“Shut up, the old woman taught me how to,” he reassured. Once the last inch of cloth was removed, Bakugou stood up and went to the mini first aid kit he conveniently brought with him.

He sat back down, being extra gentle with your leg. You crossed your arms, sitting up and watching his large hands sanitize your tender joint.

“I’m still mad at you, by the way,” you grumbled.

“I know,” Bakugou retorted, pulling you closer by your waist to get a better grip. His gaze was completely set on the task at hand, not wanting to make your injury any worse. You pulled your leg away stubbornly, his hand moving quickly to take it back. This went on for multiple times, making his face contort into one of annoyance. “Hey, I know you’re fuckin’ angry, but stop being a brat. You’re leg’s gonna break off if you keep doing that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I wasn’t the idiot who blasted my fuckin’ leg.”

Bakugou seemed to not care at all at your insult as he massaged your leg. He was in the middle of your knee when he mumbled something under his breath, making you ask, “What did you say?”

“I said, I’m fuckin’ sorry, dumbass.” He looked up to meet your gaze for the first time in that visit. “I really went overboard with you.”

You pouted. “You know I’m okay with your anger issues, but please, if you want to see me alive by our marriage date, don’t go blasting me off places.”

Katsuki blushed at the thought of a wedding with you, but was quick to shake it off. “Yeah, whatever. I’m sorry.”

You could tell it was taking a lot of his pride to apologize as it was all genuine. “You owe me a bowl of ramen for that.”

He stopped wrapping the bandage and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I owe you more than that, dork. But next time you’re going to pretend to be mad at me, don’t wear one of my shirts while you’re at it.”

You quickly looked down at the black skull shirt loosely hung around your frame, making you internally swear. “It was just the first thing in my closet, asshole.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk adorning his sharp features as he finished the job with a stable wrap of medical tape.

“If you move too much, I’m going to tape you to the bed.”

“How dare you use your kinks on me when I’m sick?” you asked with a feigned offense. He chuckled.

“Between the two of us, I think you’re the kinkier one here,” the blonde shot back. “Remember when—“

“No, I do not!” you screamed, hurriedly tackling your boyfriend down to shut him up. His arms moved like reflex to steady your broken leg before it fell down the bed.

“Be careful, dumbass!” Bakugou laid down beside you, adjusting your position to where it would be comfortable for you. “I told you once, and I’m not going to say it again.”

“Are you threatening me with medical tape, Kacchan?” you taunted. He cringed at the nickname only his green-haired nerd of a childhood friend called him.

“Stop that,” he ordered, burying his head on the crook of your shoulder. “You look really hot wearing my stuff.”

You thanked the Heavens for not letting him see your lovestruck reaction, or else he wouldn’t have let it slide. This caught you in a lack of words, to which he happily filled.

“I’m going to have to control my style if I don’t want to lose my girlfriend,” Bakugou said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to back down on you, either. I have my own battles to prove too, you know,” you replied with a content smile, playing with the spikes of his hair. He smelled vaguely of caramel.

“Whatever.” It was silent for a few minutes, when he started speaking again. “Can you manage to shower?”

That aspect of being injured never slipped into your mind yet, and the thought of possibly slipping in the bathroom and bumping your head was terrifying. Shit.Bakugou must have sensed your worry, though, as another smirk grew on his face.

“You need help?” your explosive boyfriend teased. “I think I can sleep here tonight, it’s a Friday after all.”

“You pervert!” you exclaimed, lightly patting his head, making him giggle. “Just say you want to fuck me and go.”

He looked at you with a deadpan look on his face, arms still tightly wrapped around your torso. “Oi, you may look ridiculously enticing with my shirt on, but your health comes first. You are not getting any action until your leg heals completely.”

You pouted again. “What a bummer.”

“Who’s the pervert now?” he inquired, switching your positions a bit so now you were below his head.

“I hate you,” you retorted, not meaning any second of it.

“You love me.”

“Shut up.”

“I love you too, dumbass. I’m sorry for nearly killing your leg.” Bakugou ran a hand through your hair, neatly massaging it as the other turned off the nightlight. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bowl of ramen to prepare and a whiny girlfriend to feed.”

You didn’t respond as you fell asleep smug on his toned chest, having the best rest you’ve felt in years.

note: henlo this was just pure ✨Fluffy Brain Rot✨ so i hope u guys enjoyed it :D

—arms

in which kacchan doesn’t know what a hug feels like

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content:fluff!

warnings:some strong language because come on it’s bakugou ,,

It was another one of Mina Ashido’s extravaganzas in the lobby of 1-A Alliance. The pink-haired extrovert felt that the energy in the dorm was extra heavy, and she, knowing her classmates weren’t usually like this, decided to throw a party with a wide variety of games. Being down at that time wasn’t avoidable though, as it was the day Aizawa gave back the test papers and they found out that almost 80% of them flunked his test. Though Mina was one of the unfortunate majority, this didn’t stop her from wanting to lift the heavy atmosphere up. After thirty minutes of persuasion, everyone was convinced, and here you were, seven rounds of alcohol-free spin the bottle in.

You were sitting beside your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was a bit adamant about the whole thing, wanting to stick to his strict 8:32PM sleep schedule, but your puppy eyes and pleading were too much to handle. You had to drag him all the way, though, his entire body feeling like 5 sacks of rice even though he was walking behind you, hand in hand. Not to mention the fact that he was grumbling the whole way, but it was nothing out of the ordinary when you got used to it after 3 years of knowing each other.

“It landed on (Y/N)!” Kirishima announced, beaming with pride (and relief) as it stopped right at the boundary of you and the redhead. You see, since alcohol was banned, Mina improvised by making everyone take a BeanBoozled jelly bean every time they were chosen by the almighty bottle. At first, it seemed like a fun idea, until Kaminari got canned dog food and had to run to the bathroom for his life.

Hesitant, you grabbed a jelly bean from the bowl in front of you, circled by 1-A. Though not everyone was in on the game, the non-participants stayed closely outside the circle, watching attentively. One of them was Izuku, who was already traumatized by sweaty gym socks after Mirio and Eri decided it was a fun game to play last month.

“Truth or dare?” Jirou asked. You tossed the bean in your mouth, tasting the refreshing pop of berry blue as it melted.

“Dare,” you bravely responded, and Iida started to look confused.

“There’s not a lot we can ask (Y/N) to do. She has a boyfriend and as her classmates, we should respect their rights,” he announced, arms waving in the air. Everyone nodded in agreement.

Sero clapped his hands, like he just solved the world’s hardest calculus question. “Well then, why don’t we ask her to do something with Bakugou?”

“Hah? It’s not my fuckin’ turn,” your boyfriend retaliated, turning to the tape man. “I’m not eating any damn beans.”

“Oh, but you won’t need to eat any, though,” Ochaco bravely chided. “Just for the dare.”

“Okay! I think I’ve decided,” announced Mina. “(Y/N), I dare you to hug Bakugou.”

Kaminari nearly spit his soda. “That’s so lame, Mina. They probably do that and more in the janitor’s closet every lunch break.”

“Yeah, it is pretty lame,” Hagakure added. “Can’t we add a bit of spice in here?” The invisible girl purred, doing a cat hand signal, not like a lot could see.

“But it does seem like a good dare,” Todoroki entered, everyone suddenly turning to him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the both of them act like a proper couple.”

Bakugou stood up, ready to blast Endeavor’s son into the thermosphere. “What did you fuckin’ say, Icyhot? It’s not like you know anything about love, hah?”

You laughed and held him down like he was a feral dog ready to attack. “I mean, we’re fairly new too, so I guess that would be nice?” you replied.

Your relationship with Katsuki was going on a short but steady 3 months strong. He was the type of person to let things come naturally, not wanting to do anything just because he was your boyfriend. He would never half-ass anything, especially his relationship with you.

But that also meant that he almost never got physically affectionate. Sure, there were stolen kisses and light hugs before you left for school sometimes, but that was about it. All the times you spent together in his room were spent having talks about life, homework, laying next to each other, or sitting by the balcony, naming the constellations after your classmates. One was Half and Half Bastard, the other, Round Face, and the one way up with the moon was Shitty Hair. Though you were content with him and how everything between the two of you was going, you wouldn’t mind at least longer hugs, or cuddles, or maybe even more. You were in your third year, after all. But you didn’t want to push it, as you respected his personal boundaries and would never do anything he was uncomfortable with.

“Calm down, Katsuki. It’s just a hug,” you reassured, trying to hold back a giggle. Bakugou grumbled in response. Todoroki seemed to not care at all, though, as he continued to nibble on his soba beside Yaoyorozu. “Let’s get this over with.”

You pulled him into your arms. The first thing that struck you was he was stiff. His body was weirdly spread out in front of yours, spiky blonde hair covering the lower half of your face, and hands frozen in the air from his rage quit at Shoto. You felt his heartbeat quicken, and though you couldn’t see it due to the awfully unnatural position, Class 1-A noticed his eyes widen, pupils dilate, and a faint blush creep upon his cheek, getting redder at his ears. This went on for a few seconds until he finally relaxed into you, heaving a sigh and moving his arms to try and hug you back. You could have sworn you heard Izuku in the corner gasp in shock.

When you pulled away, he looked so flustered, it was cute. His expression was rather pouty, looking into your eyes with a spark of admiration you’ve never seen before. It was a stark contrast to his rough-edged personality, a part of him he could only show to you.

He was lovestruck.

If you had your phone, you would have taken a photo and embedded it into your mind.

Kirishima’s cheer brought you out of your trances, and the game resumed after a few whistles and whining from Mineta, who nobody let into the game, and badly wished to be hugged too. Bakugou, on the other hand, found himself having trouble focusing on the game, and instead had his mind stuck on you and that awkward ass hug. It was terrible, but something about it lit a dreaded spark in him, one he wanted to ignite as soon as he got you with him alone. He was so distracted that he didn’t realize the bottle had landed on him. Bakugou momentarily forgot about the beans’ disgusting nature until his mouth started to taste like actual grass, and just like Kaminari, he ran to the bathrooms for relief.

The game ended when Aizawa nearly kicked the doors down, lightly scolding the lot of you that it was way past your curfew, which most of you had no idea existed. Deciding on the fact that maybe your grumpy yet lovable adviser just wanted some undisturbed sleep, you all said your goodnights to each other, and you left the lobby with your hand in Bakugou’s.

Odd enough, he wasn’t speaking. He was definitely the type of person to be grumbling about something in an event like this, when the fun was just getting started. But he even looked relieved—and that was something for you to figure out when you come into his room, crashing on his bed like it was yours. He still wasn’t speaking.

“Katsuki,” you called out to him, who took off his tank top and changed into a gray shirt. The first one got wet from the faucet at the bathroom from rinsing his mouth. “Katsuki.”

“What do you want, woman?” he replied, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth. You yawned and took a look at his slightly messy room, feeling your eyelids fall. After what seemed like a lifetime, he finally crashed next to you, facing up.

You turned to him, touching his cheek. “You seem quiet.”

“I’m not,” he argued, but even he wasn’t convinced.

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend playfully. “It was the hug, wasn’t it?”

Surprised but prideful that you debunked his facade, he rolled his eyes. “You wish it was.”

“Oh, really now?” you taunted, scooting closer. “It’s okay, Katsuki. I won’t judge.”

You yawned before falling asleep dangerously close to him. He could have sworn his heart was beating out of his chest, and before he knew it, he turned to face you, running his hands through your hair carefully as to not disturb you.

“I love you, dumbass,” he whispered. It was very out of the ordinary for him to profess his love like this, but something about it felt like lifting a weight off his chest. “You could do so much better than me, you know? I’m an asshole, but I’m trying my best. I know you know that.”

Slowly feeling sleep take over his body, too, he put his arms securely around you. You were his comfort, where he could put his armor down and come home to. You were Bakugou Katsuki’s peace in the storm.

What he didn’t expect was for you to hug back.

“I’m still awake, dum dum,” you whispered. “And I love you, too.”

“Shut up,” was the only thing he could manage to say.

“And if you want hugs,” you started, poking his chest playfully. “Don’t be afraid to ask for them, you big baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” he argued. He wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore that night, having found his new comfort zone.

Maybe affection wasn’t so bad, after all.

—avoiding you

for the longest time, you avoided Bakugou Katsuki in fear of being called an extra or getting blown up alive.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content:fluff!

warnings:may contain foul language, maybe?

If you were to describe how he felt like, it would be satin sheets. Rose essence, scented candles, and warm nights—your head buried in his chest as you drifted off to dreams and found solace in each other’s arms.

He was loud, ambitious, explosive (both literally and figuratively), and vulgar. Almost like a firework, as Denki would describe him. Your first glance at him in the UA entrance exams immediately told you he was not someone to mess with, so for the longest time, you stayed away from him. You avoided ever getting in his way, not wanting to get called names or screamed at.

Not even when you were asked to choose a partner and the both of you were the only people left unpicked.

Not even when you were awkwardly placed next to each other in the lunch table after Mina threw a post-exam pizza party courtesy of Momo, trying not to pay attention to the subtle glances he gave you as you dully picked your food. Not that he’d want you to notice, anyway.

Not even when he was innocently asking you a question about your chemistry homework, seeing him stutter for the first time since you’ve met him, face heated up and red—isn’t he in contact with nitroglycerin on the daily? He should know that. He’s one of the top students. And not even when he sat next to you on the field trip, his excuse being I didn’t want to sit next to the invisible girl, your favorite snacks and two drinks in his bag.

It was only when he offered you his other earphone, his face sulky with a hopeful glint in his eyes, saying, “You look more shit than usual and I don’t want you puking on me,” that you realized, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought. But of course—he was Bakugou Katsuki, and damned be those who ever see him without his signature scowl on. He was stiff as a rock the whole ride, head turned away from you, in contrast to the hand that offered you a bottle of orange juice. Occasional rambles went on for the rest of the ride, you even found yourself joining in and sharing your own tales with him, but not quite—until all of Class 1-A silenced and noticed the new bickering coming from the far back seat.

Bakugou Katsuki—or as Midoriya called him, Kacchan—was smiling. The boy everyone swore was emotionally constipated, was here, having a debate with (Y/N) about how dinosaurs might have had hair or not. His explosive “I’m right, shut up” personality still lingered, but it hid in the shell of a boy who looked like he woke up on the first morning of Christmas Day. They all decided it would be best if they ignored the way he looked at you—not shy of admiration, or maybe even love?—and the way the smile remained on his face as he drowned out the world around them. Class 1-A wasn’t ready to die as a whole.

Katsuki never put his guard down. He was always ready to defeat whoever came before him, knowing his own ability would prove why he deserves number one. Emotions didn’t matter to him so long as he stays on top. So when he found himself blankly staring at the wall, three hours after they got home from the field trip, progress stalled on his Geometry homework, he knew something was off.

She smiled at me.

No, that’s not it, he thought, taking his pencil and shoving it into the sharpener rather aggressively.

She called me funny.

He slowly turned the knob on the small machine, lead flowing over the paper, leaving gentle marks where gravity took hold of them.

She apologized for ignoring me.

She said I was cool, and wanted to hang out with me more. Maybe he can corner Shitty Hair in the kitchen tomorrow before they leave, and ask him another question about her, pretending that he didn’t do it before when he asked him what shit you usually bought in 7/11 before the dorm system came. After that, maybe they can talk, and even spar, she’s got a quirk that almost rivals him, fairly social and had a good standing in class, almost number one in his book, so if there’s anyone worthy of his love then it’s—

Wait, what?

He slammed the pencil down on the table, inevitably breaking the same lead he sharpened as he tried to drown out his thoughts.

What is this shitty feeling that makes his heartrate berserk?

Little explosions unknowingly started to form on his sweaty palms, almost in sync with the rising of heat on his face. He’s tasted many spicy foods, but nothing made him as red as the thought of your head on his shoulder, earphones blasting whatever The Neighbourhood song went on shuffle, just quietly enjoying each other’s presence.

Millions of stars would have to explode before Bakugou Katsuki would ever believe that was he was feeling was love—that disgusting four-letter word he kept hearing from Ashido as she loudly gushed about her crushes. He thought nothing of the way he always found his gaze coming back to you in that cramped lunch table. He thought it was a coincidence that he picked you for that partnership project, even though a small part in the back of his head silently wanted it to happen. And he certainly thought nothing of the way he found his feet moving on their own once he saw the seat beside you empty on that damned field trip. Nothing with the way he prepared your favorite snacks, with the help of Kirishima, for you to eat with him without even asking you to be his buddy beforehand. He knew Ochako was supposed to be your seatmate, but to hell with her, right?

“Kacchan?”

His head whipped to the side, a furious (constipated?) look on his face as he mentally scanned whoever had the audacity to enter his room uninvited at 11:54 PM on a Thursday evening. A confused and flustered Izuku Midoriya greeted him with a shy smile on his face, aware of how feral his childhood friend can turn especially when stressed, which he obviously was.

“What the fuck do you want?” Katsuki hissed as he crumpled up his scratch paper in a hostile manner.

Izuku let out a nervous chuckle, seeing death from the corner of his eyes. “So, uh, I was just passing by the corridor, not that I was spying on anyone, but I was so hungry, so I got some leftover cake, there’s still some, if you want, Kacchan, and I was about to leave when—“

“For fuck’s sake, cut to the chase already!” the ash blond shouted, nearly making Midoriya’s soul depart his earth-sunken body.

“I came across (Y/N), and she told me to give this back to you.”

In his shaking hands laid Kacchan’s black earphones, neatly tied with a note adorning where the cable organizer and the cord met. His face betrayed him when his lips tugged into a smile, one that Izuku didn’t miss.

“You seem happy, Kacchan.” The green-haired boy smiled back at him. Bakugou realized that Midoriya was still in the room, making all traces of happiness disappear completely.

“Go away, Deku.” His gaze shifted to the note as his childhood friend carefully closed the door.

He shouldn’t have been that anxious to see that note.

He shouldn’t have silently wished for it to be one of his innocent fantasies.

And he shouldn’t have felt his heart race when he saw that it was.

I can’t sleep. Can you?

Not that I’m wishing you to not be. But in the miraculous event that you’re as much of an insomniac as I am, my room is well open for a guest at this late time of night.

His feet acted before him, instanty walking out of his room, fresh out of a shower, wanting to look his best for he didn’t know what. As long as it had you in the equation, he immediately knew the answer.

And Bakugou knew that was not like him at all.

You—in all your glory—with that stupid face, and that stupid smile, that stupid laugh I can’t get out of my head even if I tried. What have you done to me?

And that’s how he found himself tangled in your embrace at 3AM, answering each other’s questions about life, dumb stuff, or anything in general. You started to know more about this explosive boy in your arms, and as quick as they were, you acknowledged that hell, you were falling for him—avoiding him for the longest because you didn’t want to confirm your suspicion and coming into terms with the shitty excuse of “I don’t want to get in his way” you made and letting it go.

Bakugou Katsuki now had to get used to the weird explosive feeling of love in his chest.

note: hi!! this is actually my first imagine here on tumblr and it’s like 3am and my back Hurts hurts so please excuse any typos bc i haven’t properly proofread this yet D: i hope you guys liked it!! i’m actually kinda nervous ish hshehshsh have a good evening <33

˚◞♡ ⃗ new gen heroes

katsuki bakugo—

headcanons

first time they say i love you

little things

songs that remind them of you

acts of service

drabbles

color theory

series

the rich mans guide to corruption

izuku midoriya—

headcanons

first time they say i love you

little things

songs that remind them of you

series

the rich mans guide to corruption

denki kaminari—

headcanons

first time they say i love you

songs that remind them of you

little things

smaus

dumbki kaminari

kirishima eijiro—

headcanons

first time they say i love you

songs that remind them of you

todoroki shoto—

headcanons

first time they say i love you

songs that remind them of you

hanta sero—

headcanons

first time they say i love you

songs that remind them of you

shinsou hitoshi—

songs that remind them of you

monoma neito—

songs that remind them of you

tamaki amajiki—

not available yet!

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works in progress

place on the ground— eren jaeger x reader

eren doesn’t know how to use lighters, you don’t know how to get him out of your head

nine days— katsuki bakugo x reader (request)

based off of little things with bakugo. emotional vulnerability is hard.

perfection— izuku midoriya x reader

izuku midoriya really hates his scars

untitled— katsuki bakugo x reader

you’re awfully persuasive when you’re both high, and he’ll begrudgingly do most anything for you anyway.

oikawa tooru isn’t a genius— tooru oikawa x reader

oikawa is an oddball romantic, and the planetarium isn’t open nearly as late as it should be

untitled— denki kaminari x reader

denki looks pretty smoking and he looks even better when you’re taking the hits for him.