warning: dance au!, aged up characters (midoriya is in his 20’s), depictions of anxiety, slight angst, reader auditioned for a female role but no pronouns are given to them.
w/c:3.5k
synopsis: You and Midoriya are competing against one another to get a lead role with one of the legendary dancers, Shouto Todoroki. To get some more practice, the two of you head to the studio only to find the passion both of you were missing were in front of you all this time
a/n: as someone who used to do dance and loves midoriya, this was an absolute treat to write.
A room of creativity, of passion, of poise, and with heart—the words your instructor told you the first time you were admitted to this dance company. Known for their prestige globally, Yuuei Dance Company was esteemed and known to educate the next generations of performers and entertainers in dance. At one point you would have considered yourself a part of the best, one of the many jewels that could go wherever and be successful dancing under the light of the stage.
It’s too bad you felt you’ve lost your luster.
The room was large, the hefty windows displayed the active streets of Tokyo. As the sun beamed in, some onlookers observed the various dancers inside. Small groups of them were stretching, letting their bodies contour as if they were beautiful masterpieces in a museum. Smiles and small chatter filled the room, hoping a good day of practice would come.
Some were to the side, holding onto the wooden barre, lifting their legs up high towards the ceiling—toes always pointed up. Others hug the wall, letting their lower limbs stretch outwards to complete a perfect slip. Others were tying their shoes, clearly beat up for days of practice and use, soft orchestral music playing through the speakers.
Everyone seemed to be ready to show off their best today as the upcoming play was coming up soon. The auditions will be conducted tomorrow, leaving a fierce competition with you and your peers to get the best roles. As this was an original production, no one truly knew what to expect—leaving today as one of the last days to get any proper practice before then.
As you stood overarching your back to do a simple pirouette, the door opened up revealing the instructor, a bitter expression on his face. His dark eyes loomed over the room, the once positive energy dissipating at once.
A loud crash followed after, alerting the rest of the League.
Rushing into her room, Dabi was shocked to find a slew of rolled up tissue and half eaten junk food strewn across the carpet. And in the center of it all was a sobbing Toga, being gently held by Twice, “Don’t cry Toga-chan!” He soothed.
“What the hell is going on here?” Dabi asked tiredly, clearly just have woken up.
“Toga was dumped by the guy she went out with a month ago.”
Dabi raised a brow, “You mean that bum we found outside a bar bruised and bloody without a dime to his name? Yeah, I’m surprised he went so quick too…”
In a flash, Twice zipped up to meet Dabi’s face, looming over him with a glare, “Do NOT mock Toga’s pain! It’s insensitive!”
The man simply rolled his eyes before taking a glance at the young girl. Her hair was down, matted, and messy. She wiped her nose in her pink pajama sleeve.
Dabi’s gaze softened. Though he wasn’t interested in Toga’s drama, it did make him a bit depressed to see her so… well… depressed. Letting out a sigh, he sauntered over to the girl and knelt down to where she sat.
“Look, I’m not great at giving advice on guys. But I can cook ‘em medium or well done.”
“No, you can’t hurt him.” She sniffled, “He left a note saying he fled town…”
“Ah.”
“But… there is one thing I think could make me feel better.” Toga wiped her face once more, looking up at him with golden puppy eyes.
The burnt man already didn’t like the sound of this, his face scrunching up in a grimace, “And whatever could that be?”
“Yeah, what is it?” Twice chimed in, “Whatever it is Dabi and I will surely get it done! No matter the cost!”
Never in his life had Dabi wanted more to shove Twices’ words back into his throat.
Slowly but surely, Toga’s signature grin crept onto her lips as she got up from the carpet. Rummaging through her nightstand drawer, she pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it up for the two to read.
The men read aloud: “ ’The U.A. Fall Dance. Be Plus Ultra or be square!’. ”
Slightly wincing at the sharp feeling of the wide toothed comb currently running through her hair, your daughter sat criss-crossed on the carpeted floor of your shared home as Yuuta sat behind her, attempting to do her hair.
“Sorry angel, you okay? I’m almost done with this section, I promise.” Rubbing her shoulder in an act of reassurance, she gave him a small nod as her eyes shifted back to the children’s show playing on the TV. He’d never been more thankful for “Doc McStuffins” in his life.
lil side note: might do a part 2 because I wanted to do sum more but that 10-photo limit got on me
ITADORI YUUJI
BUTTERFLY LOCS
stopp because he would be all over you whenever you get these done
his reaction to seeing you with butterfly locs for the first time would be mad cute— he just mouths the word “wow” while admiring you for a couple seconds
he knows it probably took a long time to get them done, so he showers you with his appreciation for them whenever he can
he’s so captivated it’s adorable
bonus points if you get them done in a color different from your natural hair or if one loc isn’t like the others, because he’s tryna figure out how you did it
he wants to know more about anything relating to your hair really, since he wants to be able to help out with it more
“wait, so these are sealed with glue?”
“yeah, on the ends so they don’t unravel.”
“woah, that’s cool”
sits with & encourages you to keep going during the hours-long process of taking them out after a while
he’s a very persistent but helpful motivator, mainly because he’s happy to do anything for you while you’re in the middle of taking them out
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
BOX BRAIDS
loves how simple yet attractive they are
especially when you decorate them with various lil gold bands and cuffs, he thinks the gold touches look pretty on you
“you look really nice today.”
*cue yuuji, nobara, and gojo gassing him up behind you when he finally says it*
he loves seeing them down and over your shoulders, braids framing your face
he stares at the neat square parts whenever you’re laying down in his lap, his fingers thumbing down your braids
him oiling your scalp for you is always really calming and intimate, because it’s a comfortable silence between y’all while he works the oil in with slow movements
him and his unruly hair NEED a bonnet, so after some constant nagging he even agrees to have matching ones
y’all got a whole pic together of both of your matching jumbo bonnets on and it’s so cute
he always silently places it on your head the nights that you forget
and speaking of nights… he tries his best to comfort you during those first nights with box braids, letting you lay your head on his chest while you (try) to go to sleep
GOJO SATORU
GODDESS BRAIDS
the moment you walked in with these done, he dead felt like his infinity had activated and he was floating
he even lets out a loud wolf whistle. he’s a lil shit but he really does love them alot
whatever length they are, he’s instantly attracted by the way they sway back and forth whenever you walk
he likes playing with the curly pieces whenever you’re right next to him, twirling the strands around his finger
would 100% try to attempt the style on a mannequin head he bought just for this because he thinks it looks easy to do
yeah… he stopped halfway and claimed that he didn’t want to continue because he “didn’t want to put your current stylist out of buisness”
loves when you recieve compliments and attention for your hair in public, cause he agrees and knows that you’re gorgeous (but he still makes it clear that you’re his)
he’ll often come up behind you to rest his chin on the top of your head, but if your scalp is still tender and he knows that he’ll opt for your shoulder instead
he loves the lingering sweet smell of the products you use whenever he does
NOBARA KUGISAKI
PASSION TWISTS
she loves any sort of twists on you tbh; senegalese, marley, havana, you name it
twists in general just look so pretty, and they seem incredibly versatile
however it was passion twists specifically that caught her eye when she first saw you with them, and ever since then she’s been obsessed with the style
if itadori’s vocal about his love for your hair, imagine that x2 with nobara
asksdemands for pictures of your hair whenever you get it done, always making sure to spam you with compliments and praise on how good you look
like gojo, she also loves seeing you recieve compliments about your hair from other people in public
she’ll flaunt tf out of you being her s/o too, she knows she bagged a baddie
her favorite style to see them in would have to be when they’re up in a high ponytail, two twists left in the front
she helps when it’s finally time to take them down, taking over when you start to get tired and keeping you occupied by talking to you about something she heard
summary: stressed about work, momo gets a surprise from you at work
a/n: this is for @bnhapocuties pride collab! I hope you all enjoy it.
A sigh passed through Momo’s painted lips as she strummed onto the hard wood of her desk. The low roar of her agency rumbled behind her office door, the pressure on her head intensifying glazing down at her paperwork. Her painted fingers attempted to rub the irritating headache away, but it persisted, draining her of her energy and focus. She needed to get this paperwork filed and due by the end of the day if she wanted to go home on time.
Momo sighed once more covering her dark eyes. All she wanted right now was to be held by you, cozy on the couch with one another watching silly cooking shows she was infatuated with. She’d do anything to feel that tranquility of being in your arms, feeling the warmth of your smile as you pressed your lips against her cheek. She loved you so much it hurt sometimes.
“Ms. Yaoyorozu…” a voice called out. Momo’s eyes widened snapping out of her fantasy as she looked up at her secretary by her door, knocking the wood with her finger. Her secretary graced a small smile, in her hands a vase of flowers.
“We just received this delivery for you, ma’am,” she stated, placing the bouquet down on her desk. The bouquet was beautiful, fashioning various pink and purple flowers, fashioned in a blue-tinted vase and bow. A smile fell on Momo’s lips leaning into to smell one of the beautiful pink roses, its sweet aroma filling her senses.
“These are so beautiful ma’am! Do you know who sent them?” her secretary asked. Momo chuckled, swiping a long loose strand of her hair away from her eyes. Her cheeks filled with pink, her eyes softening looking at the petals.
summary: getting up in the morning is hard, but its better when you wake up smelling breakfast made by your boyfriend
a/n: self indulgent. completely self-indulgent lmao. this is for @mindninjax’s domestic daydream collab! hope yall enjoy some much needed fluff
You shifted in bed, sheets all sprawled out. Light from the windows beamed in, illuminating parts of your skin in a honey-tinted glow. You slowly flutter your eyes open, adjusting your eyes from the darkness it was used to. Your hands were reaching out to the other side of the bed that remained empty. You resisted the sigh, wishing the other inhabitant didn’t get up. Alas, it was the morning though and you did enjoy sleeping in often.
Just as you were about to close your eyes and sleep the day away, the familiar crackle of hot oil echoed out. You furrowed your eyebrows wondering what on earth Midoriya was cooking up. With a sigh, you shifted in bed and let your feet fall onto the cold tile of the floor. You briskly left the hall seeing your boyfriend’s freckled back greeting you.
“Finally got up I see. I figured you hearing me cook would do the trick,” Midoriya hummed out. You huffed a bit from his little jab before smiling and walking over to him. Your hands graced the curvatures on his back before you leaned over and pressed a kiss on his cheek— a pink hue popped out. He briskly gave you a peck on your forehead before looking down at the griddle—eggs, and bacon cooking on it. You took a deep breath, savoring the smell of the meal.
Leaning the broom you held on the wall beside you, you surveyed the work you’d done on the kitchen floor below you. Despite sweeping for nearly half an hour, you still had a lot more area to clean. You sighed.
Reaching into the back pocket of the loose shorts you wore, you pulled out your phone as you loaded up your music app, reaching over to turn on the small bluetooth speaker that sat on the countertop next to you.
Warnings: descriptions of past violence (the doll scene in mulan)
WC:863
(A/N): it’s here! this is basically a short prologue scene n such, nothing super important happens but you’ll probably want the context for later >.< part 1 of my haikyuu!xmulan crossover AU! for the @bnhapocutiestake two collab (except like,, two months late). haven’t written in a while so i hope this is…not a complete dumpster fire??
lil side note: most def got this idea by replaying D&G with davido & summer 50x times , enjoy
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
nah wait… what’s this?
that’s what he’s asking himself when he hears your afrobeats playlist start to play in the car one day
he fucks with it, the beats and rhythms have him nodding along to the music even if he tries to deny it
but you know he likes it because he doesn’t automatically shut it off to play one of his own songs instead
any other time, he would be QUICK to reach over and unplug that aux cord from your phone
if he catches you singing along while the lyrics are in another language, he’ll just sit and silently listen to you cause he thinks you sound nice
and you better not stop singing when you notice him listening, he wants to enjoy the lil concert
he loves him some tiwa savage, so if you play one of her songs near him he’s vibing out and not even realizing he’s humming
atp just slide him the whole playlist, he’s too prideful to actually admit your taste is good and ask what songs are playing
DENKI KAMINARI
he heard party with a jagaban on tiktok once and since then he’s never stopped listening to it
that’s his shit you don’t understand
he definitely fucks with afrobeats, the style is just so him and I can see him listening to it alot after you introduce him
you can count on him to steal literally every single song on your playlist
tries his best to learn the lyrics of some songs and follow along, but it comes out in one big jumble because he doesn’t know wtf they mean half the time
it sounds pretty to him though, and he thinks his singing sounds the same
itdoes not, but you fw him for trying
just thinking of him trying to do legwork is making me tear up, he looks so goofy
no number of youtube tutorials on how to gwara gwara or zanku will help him… he’s a lost cause
just let him stick to tapping his foot to the rhythm or something, he’s gonna break a bone soon if he keeps it up
Note: Yall ate the og hcs up, so I decided to come back in w the same prompt to give yall more, hope you enjoy it just as much as the other one if this does well too I might do just one more w this (don’t wanna milk it too much lmfao) find og fic here! Prompt creds to the anon that originally requested this ofc!! Your mind>>>
Just like for the last one, in Tamaki and Kirishimas parts, you’re a student, but you’re her assistant and help out any students that come through‼
— RUMI (MIRUKO).
⇶ Rumi was fully aware that her agency was basically god tier, especially in the looks department
⇶ She was known to hire black women, and take aspiring heros under her wing often
⇶ Everyone at her agency was also pretty strong, even if their quirks seemed minute. And the whole agency was a giant power house, and almost entirely ran off of strong black women
⇶ But despite doing all this, and having loads of work, Rumi had never had never had an assistant.
summary: working one day in your dormitory, you noticed your boyfriend, shouto todoroki, is extremely fustrated, his violin case tightly in hand.
a/n:college au! college au! i love college au! this piece is for @miriobaby’s university collab!
Dorm life was something you’ve gotten used to in the last three years. You memorized the faces of each of your residents, some greeting you by the desk as they entered the facility with friends and family. Although you didn’t enjoy facing the roommate conflicts and noise complaints at life, you had to admit having free housing for doing this job wasn’t so bad.
Working the desk was often a common occurrence to you. Every Thursday, you lugged yourself down and would remain here until the wee hours of the night. When you got off your shift, there was only one thing going through your mind—going up to your boyfriend’s room to chill.
“Still stuck over there I see,” a familiar voice greeted. Kirishima looked down at your position, leaning onto the marble check-in desk. He was another RA that was very popular in this building. He always managed to connect with literally everyone like a magic spell. It was common to see him outside in the grass playing whatever sport he could manage with his friends and residents.
“Yeah, you know how it is. At least I don’t work this weekend. Must suck, huh?” you teased back. Kirishima’s toothy grin quickly formed into a pout—his ruby eyes losing the joyous sparkle they once had. He let out a sigh, letting gravity pull his head down.
warning:18+ only,mdni,not smut, heavy angst, prostitution, mention of drugs, mention of murder, mention of violence, cigarette use, cheating, mention of breaking in, depictions of corrupt society, bnha war-arc ending spoilers, suggestive, aged up characters
w/c:2.4k
summary: you heard the rumors that heroes loved to pick up “playthings” like you, but you did not expect to the Number One Hero pulling up for you.
a/n: here it is! i had a lot of different media that influenced this! hope you all enjoy!
The streetlamps hung low, dim lights illuminating the trash-filled streets. Mice scurried around on the concrete floor with the pungent smell of sulfur wafting in the area. Clouds covered the star-filled sky, leaving only the moon to dwell and look down upon the earth.
Many people didn’t like talking about the slums of Mustafa. The crime was incredibly high, yet no heroes dared to enter and combat it. It was common to see people strung high, empty needles littering the grounds. It was also common to see bodies of victims, some of them burnt to a crisp thanks to the League of Villains and yakuza organizations.
The League and Yakuza were extremely influential here—thriving on the vulnerability of the community around you. Many people had dealings with them as it was one of the only places that offered fast and good money. Both the League and the yakuza high ranks were cowards, seeing the citizens of the areas as mere pawns for whatever they were planning. Sadly, many of those people would be pushed out to fight bigger heroes only to disappear in cells.
Your back was pressed against the night lamp, exhaling the toxic fumes of the cigarette in your hand. The ambers from the buds glowed before softening as you pushed the cigarette away from your lips, blowing the smoke out. The nicotine renewed your body with little energy, something you needed if you were going to work tonight.
warning:18+ only,mdni,not smut, heavy angst, prostitution, mention of drugs, mention of murder, mention of violence, cigarette use, cheating, mention of breaking in, depictions of corrupt society, bnha war-arc ending spoilers, suggestive, aged up characters
w/c:2.4k
summary: you heard the rumors that heroes loved to pick up “playthings” like you, but you did not expect to the Number One Hero pulling up for you.
a/n: here it is! i had a lot of different media that influenced this! hope you all enjoy!
The streetlamps hung low, dim lights illuminating the trash-filled streets. Mice scurried around on the concrete floor with the pungent smell of sulfur wafting in the area. Clouds covered the star-filled sky, leaving only the moon to dwell and look down upon the earth.
Many people didn’t like talking about the slums of Mustafa. The crime was incredibly high, yet no heroes dared to enter and combat it. It was common to see people strung high, empty needles littering the grounds. It was also common to see bodies of victims, some of them burnt to a crisp thanks to the League of Villains and yakuza organizations.
The League and Yakuza were extremely influential here—thriving on the vulnerability of the community around you. Many people had dealings with them as it was one of the only places that offered fast and good money. Both the League and the yakuza high ranks were cowards, seeing the citizens of the areas as mere pawns for whatever they were planning. Sadly, many of those people would be pushed out to fight bigger heroes only to disappear in cells.
Your back was pressed against the night lamp, exhaling the toxic fumes of the cigarette in your hand. The ambers from the buds glowed before softening as you pushed the cigarette away from your lips, blowing the smoke out. The nicotine renewed your body with little energy, something you needed if you were going to work tonight.
